He knew he had won. With his agile assassination skills, he defeated a power-type opponent who was much stronger than himself.

In other words, I, will not die.

As the competition progressed, the hearts of all the training instructors, including Heken, were also full of surprise and shock that could not be described in words. If it is said that the camp executive Heken can see the effect of martial arts in actual combat. The instructors, who had always only believed in strength, were completely stunned by the facts in front of them.

The twelve teenagers, including Song Xiaoye, all won completely. Their opponents were unable to react, and were struck by a sword in the throat or hit the vital point, and were judged to lose on the spot.

It's horrible. If these boys are not holding unopened wooden weapons, but real ones made of iron. Then, all the opponents in the training camp will probably be killed by them if they can't resist.

Not all instructors agree with this approach to combat. They felt that this was nothing more than a sneak attack without morality, and that they were taking advantage of the opponent's paralysis and carelessness. As a brave demon warrior, it's really a shame.

Executive Officer Heken's words completely dispelled the indignation in everyone's hearts.

"If this is a real battle, if it is you who is killed. Excuse me, what qualifications does a corpse have to reason with a living person? ”

Maybe it's predestined. Song Xiaoye's competition opponent picked Moss again.

Looking at Song Xiaoye, who was calm and relaxed on the other side, and the corners of his mouth still faintly revealed a faint smile, the tall Moss could only shake his head for a while. He really didn't want to fight against this difficult guy. But what can be done? The draw is random. If he had the freedom to choose an opponent to fight, he would rather face a terrible bear than provoke a guy who looked a head shorter than himself.

There is no suspense about the results of the competition. When Moss tried his best to slash horizontally with his sword, Song Xiaoye unexpectedly jumped behind him. The blunt blade of the sword was pressed against the back of his heart.

He didn't perform the "chaos decision". Instead, end the fight with the simplest assassination techniques. He didn't want all his secrets to be revealed.

When Executive Officer Hecken stood in the middle to announce the results of the monthly exam. People were surprised to find that Song Xiaoye, who seemed to be weak, became a champion. And the person at the bottom of the list is a black-haired teenager in the middle of last month's ranking.

"No, no...... Don't kill me, I, I don't want to die. Help me! Help me! ”

The black-haired boy with a dead face suddenly emerged from the crowd and ran wildly towards the exit of the training camp. was thrown to the ground by several instructors waiting next to him. Looking at the expressionless instructor as he pulled out his dagger, ready to pick his own throat. The trembling boy could only wail and let out almost useless despair. Seeing this, the faces of the people present showed unbearable expressions.

"Lord Heken, can you let him go?" Suddenly, Song Xiaoye, who was standing beside the executive officer, knelt down on one knee: "I am willing to give up the reward of double rations, I just ask you to let him go." ”

"A piece of bread, in exchange for dozens of catties of meat...... "Heken, who had a cold face, lightly tapped the ground with a wooden leg and said with a wry smile: "Boy, I don't want to kill people either." But I can't watch everyone starve, and I can't break the rules of the training camp! ”

"If you eat less, you can save food." Song Xiaoye raised his head, his eyes were full of incomparable perseverance: "As for the rules, they are all artificial. If you can order it, why can't you change it? ”

"Well said!"

With a loud shout, a young man in his twenties dressed in standard leather armor and with a black face walked in from outside the competition room. At the moment when he walked into the room, all the demon instructors, including Heken, stood up straight, raised their right arms high to their chests, and performed a standard military salute. And their eyes were also eagerly fixed on a badge hanging from the man's left chest.

It was a black round emblem made of metal. It is also a status symbol recognized by both humans and demons. Being able to wear this kind of emblem only means one thing -- its owner is an officer with a very high status in the demon army and has the title of "Black Iron Warrior".

"Lady Farido, you ......"

Seeing this, Heken was about to speak, but saw the other party wave his hand, separate the crowd, and walked straight over.

"I just received the news and came from the military headquarters when I encountered such a thing. Interesting......" The man known as Farid sat down on a makeshift chair, bent forward slightly, and looked at Carmon, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with interest: "You are the child who knows martial arts?" Tell me, why did you save him? ”

"Because he is our compatriot!"

Song Xiaoye muttered with a blank expression: "When I was very young, I heard the hunters in the town say: the black prison wolf in the dark mountain range is the most ferocious and cruel animal in the world. However, no matter which wolf gets prey, some of it will be left for other sick and disabled lean wolves and weak wolves. Even in the winter when the mountains are covered with heavy snow and food is extremely scarce. Wolves will never abandon their companions. The beasts are like this, but what about us? Could it be that our demons are born cold-blooded, and for the sake of a little bit of meat, we have to fight each other with knives and guns, and even kill our own people? ”

No one spoke. There was only a heavy wheezing sound in the entire training ground. and the lingering sadness and helplessness that hangs over everyone's heart.

The tradition of the demon race eating people has lasted for thousands of years. No one ever thought there was anything wrong with that. Although the empire was a vast territory, there was not much land that could be used for farming. Coupled with the backward mode of production, no matter any kind of natural disaster such as drought and locust flooding, it means a year of famine with insufficient food for the demon race. In this case, the hungry people with red eyes can only see what they eat. When all the edible things are scavenged, and there is really nothing to eat. Nature...... He also began to eat people.

When all demon babies are born, they will be thrown naked outdoors for half an hour. After the allotted period of time, if the baby is still alive, the parents will continue to raise him as an adult. On the contrary, it proves that the baby is weak. Even if you grow up, it's just a waste of time. Instead of wasting more food on him, kill him before it's too late.

Every year, a large number of demon babies die tragically under this terrible screening. In this regard, the top of the empire was helpless. There was only so much food produced in the country, and every precious ration could only be provided to the best and strongest soldiers who could protect the empire.

The survival of the fittest in the juvenile training camp is also a cruel replacement of the strong and the weak. Although the demons are not willing to do this, what better way is there to do it?

Farid sat there silently, and did not speak for a long time. Just use two slender fingers to rhythmically tap the armrest of the chair. After a long time, he sighed softly in a very strange tone: "Let him go, you can also ...... However, rules are rules, and not everyone can break them at will. If you want to save him, then you have to pay the corresponding price. ”

With that, Farid slowly stood up from his wooden chair. Crisply snapped his fingers: "Come on!" Fight me in a fight. If you can win with that wonderful martial art, I will pardon this boy's mortal punishment. On the other hand, if you lose, you have to die in his place. How's that, dare to gamble? Of course, this is not a hard compulsion. You can choose to decline at all. ”

Song Xiaoye did not speak. Just nodded slowly.

"You, you're just crazy!"

Seeing this, Heken, who was standing next to him, hurriedly limped forward. Pulled his sleeve hard, leaned close to his ear and said in a hurried tone: "Are you crazy? That's no ordinary trainee. Rather, he is a powerful Black Iron Samurai. You, you're simply looking for your own death! ”

As he spoke, the red-faced executive turned to face Farid and bowed. With a frightened expression, he pleaded, "My lord, please forgive this child." He's still young and ignorant......"

"I'm willing to take responsibility for what I've said!" Suddenly, Song Xiaoye stood up from behind Heken. Facing the inviter on the opposite side, he said proudly: "This one, I bet!" ”

"You ......"

Angry, Heken didn't know what to say for a while. As a veteran who crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, as a training camp executive, he has long been accustomed to seeing life and death. However, only for this child who brought him many surprises and accidents, he unconsciously gave birth to a very wonderful feeling of calf protection.

"Don't worry! I'm not going to die. As if deliberately to comfort him, as he walked past Hecken, Carmon gave the lame veteran a serious look: "No one will die. I promise! ”

……

Farid, who was standing in the fighting arena, had already removed all the armor from his body. Wearing only a gray coarse linen suit, he became more and more burly. In particular, the muscle masses that bulged high from the waist and arms seemed to have a faintly formidable force against the light brown skin.

In comparison, Kamon, who was standing opposite and wearing a short black animal skin jacket, was already much inferior in terms of figure and momentum. In addition to the eyes that stared at the opponent, there was also a sharp light. There is no more comparison.

Looking at him with a cold expression, Fa Lide, who was ready to go, smiled lightly, and his body suddenly slammed into force. I saw that between the hands holding the wooden sword and shield, there were two more bright white lights surrounding them back and forth for no reason.

"Fight, fight! Oh my God, it's actually vindictive! ”

An instructor standing by and watching the battle had his eyes almost out of his socket.

Vindictiveness is a very mysterious thing.

To put it simply, it's very limited. In addition to multiplying the power in the body of the person who manipulates the fighting qi in an instant, the muscles and physique are strengthened to the extreme. At first glance, the fighting energy was just a faint flowing halo around the user's body.

To put it bluntly, this is a special martial arts combat technique that exists purely for fighting and killing.

High-level martial artists in both humans and demons will use Dou Qi. According to the different strengths of each person, the light emitted by the fighting spirit will also be divided into five colors: white, yellow, blue, red, and purple from low to high. On the battlefield of fierce fighting, a high-ranking warrior with a blue fighting spirit is enough to become the most terrifying existence that invigorates the spirits of his own soldiers and the fear of the enemy.

The instructors in the training camp are all retired soldiers who fought out of the sea of corpses and blood. Not to mention the most ordinary white fighting qi, it was a much more advanced yellow, blue, and even a red air mass as fresh as blood, which they had also witnessed with their own eyes. However, the brilliant colors that represent death and carnage on the battlefield are far less throbbing than the faint white light that seems to be bland in front of you.

According to the laws of the two empires of demons and humans: except for the royal bloodline, high-ranking generals in the army, and those who have made outstanding contributions in battle, no civilian is allowed to practice fighting spirit. This is also the only thing that can reach a consensus between two races that have been fighting each other for thousands of years and never ending with each other.

Faride is young. A young man who looks no more than twenty pairs can actually use vindictive energy? As long as you are not a brainless idiot or a fool, you can vaguely guess a little bit of the other party's true identity.

It is different from the instructors who stand on the sidelines and watch the game, full of excitement. The face of Executive Officer Heken, who stood in the crowd with a wooden leg, showed a faint trace of worry and anxiety.

As a veteran, he knew exactly how terrifying the fighting power of the Fighting Qi Manipulator was.

Don't underestimate that small white light, it can stimulate the user's physical potential to the extreme in the shortest time. As a result, strength, defense, and speed can be increased by dozens of levels in an instant. It is no exaggeration to say that if a baby who is still nursing can use vindictiveness, then he can easily crush the throat of an adult bull alive with his young hands.

Song Xiaoye's assassination technique is indeed very exquisite. But his previous opponents are not very different from each other. Against a Black Iron Warrior who can manipulate his fighting spirit, can he win?

Just as he was thinking, Fa Lide in the field had already kicked the ground violently, and at an extremely fast speed, he flew forward with the wooden sword in his hand. The slightly bent and ready to attack figure was like an agile hungry leopard that had been staring at its prey in the dark for a long time, and suddenly burst out.

Song Xiaoye stood there fixedly, without the slightest intention of dodging. It's like a petrified statue, cold, calm, and stiff.

His eyes were fixed on Farid's feet. The brain quickly calculates the specific location and time of the other party's next step. Among these seemingly chaotic and complicated numbers, the numbers representing the opponent's strength, muscle expansion, attack power, etc., formed a clear table in his mind. All I have to do is to launch the most drastic counterattack unexpectedly according to these things that have been analyzed in the shortest possible time.

This is the power that comes from a distant alien civilization. On this planet, this world, only he alone can grasp and possess the greatest mystery.

The "chaotic decision" like a silt cloud slowly operated in Song Xiaoye's body. A strange energy that seemed to come from the void slowly converged along the meridians between his wrists. At the moment when Farid confidently pounced forward and slashed the wooden sword in his hand towards the opponent's waist. Carmon, who had been standing there without any movement, suddenly became shorter. When he came to his senses, Farid, who still maintained a forward slashing posture, only felt a chill in his vest. Song Xiaoye, who swept past him with his bent legs, had already used the edge of the wooden sword to reach his vital point.

No one cheered. Didn't speak either. In the huge training ground, it was so quiet that even a needle dropped on the ground could be heard clearly.

An older instructor opened his mouth wide and pressed his hands to his chest. It's as if the heart inside that is beating violently will be too excited by the nerves to be unable to suppress its beating. Only the throat bone, lubricated by lack of saliva, was slowly and dryly. In this simplest way, you can release the fear and shock in your heart.

Not only him, but all the instructors and teenagers in the training camp were stunned at this moment. The faces, whether weathered or immature, were all filled with surprise and amazement that could not be concealed.

"Demons, demon gods. This, this can't be, it can't be! ”

A burly instructor with several striking scars on his neck, and his head tilted to the left under the influence of the wound left by the sword, rubbed his eyes vigorously with his large, calloused hands. In his mouth, which could not be closed because of shock, he frequently repeated the incredulous muttering: "How is this possible? Without using Dou Qi, he was able to defeat a powerful Black Iron Warrior?

The demon god is above, I, I, I can't be dazzled, right? ”

Not only him, but everyone who was present to witness the duel was doubting whether the qiē they saw with their eyes was real. However, Song Xiaoye, a young warrior who stood in the middle of the field and firmly pressed his short sword against his opponent's vest, told them with irrefutable facts that it was true.

Large drops of sweat slowly seeped from the corners of Farid's forehead. Under the influence of gravity, they quickly converged and flowed slowly down the cheeks. Soon, several narrow, slightly wet and salty streams appeared on the young face. Just as the sweat slid over the skin and finally dripped down the ground, a few regular circular wet marks oozed clearly.

His body froze there completely. It's not that he wants to stay in this embarrassing position all the time. Rather, it was in a blank brain that Faride simply couldn't react more.

The report from the Heken training camp did not attract the attention of the upper echelons of the military department. Jurisprudence is no exception. If it weren't for the fact that I was passing by the training camp on a business trip today, I would have a whim to meet this young man who was highly praised by the veteran Heken. It is estimated that the official document about martial arts personally reported by the training camp executive will still be thrown into the pile of old papers and dusty, and no one will care about it forever. Ye, however, told them with irrefutable facts -- it was true.

Large drops of sweat slowly seeped from the corners of Farid's forehead. Under the influence of gravity, they quickly converged and flowed slowly down the cheeks. Soon, several narrow, slightly wet and salty streams appeared on the young face. Just as the sweat slid over the skin and finally dripped down the ground, a few regular circular wet marks oozed clearly.

His body froze there completely. It's not that he wants to stay in this embarrassing position all the time. Rather, it was in a blank brain that Faride simply couldn't react more.

The report from the Heken training camp did not attract the attention of the upper echelons of the military department. Jurisprudence is no exception. If it weren't for the fact that I was passing by the training camp on a business trip today, I would have a whim to meet this young man who was highly praised by the veteran Heken. It is estimated that the official document about martial arts personally reported by the training camp executive will still be thrown into the pile of old papers and dusty, and no one will care about it forever.