After all, this kind of thing sounds like an unbelievable thing. A young man with weak strength was able to rely on fantastic battles to defeat opponents far stronger than himself in the training camp. It feels like a boring joke.

However, Jurist now thinks so. After witnessing and experiencing the wonders of martial arts. He suddenly discovered that this unheard-of combat technique indeed possessed terrifying power.

He never imagined that someone would be able to launch a counterattack from such a position and from such an angle in a situation where he was attacked. Moreover, one hit hits, one hit kills.

If this is not an ordinary training camp, but a battlefield where you live and die. If the fight just now is not an ordinary competition, but a real sword fight. Then, he had already been pierced through the heart by this young man's sword and turned into an unconscious corpse.

The wooden sword in Song Xiaoye's hand had already been put under his wrist. He stood there silently, not speaking. With only a gaze that can penetrate a qiē, he keenly captures the slightest movement from Farid.

That strange feeling came again. Why do I feel like a woman?

Song Xiaoye is a very smart guy.

He was well aware that the appearance of Farid was an accident. However, this additional factor can help you climb to a higher peak.

Thinking is a wonderful thing that cannot be explained in words.

After gaining the wisdom of the alien civilization, Song Xiaoye naturally had an irrepressible ambition deep in his heart. He wants to be stronger. It's not just about the body and the martial arts. More often than not, it is the incentive to come to the outside world.

What does it feel like to be under one person and above ten thousand?

What will I look like when I am supported and worn by countless people?

In my future, is it a demon general who holds a heavy alliance? Or the demon princes who rule one side? Or, is it more likely to become a high-ranking and majestic demon emperor in the world?

Everyone has ambitions. Everyone may have fantasized that one day they will become the master of the world. From this point of view, Song Xiaoye's various ideas in his heart are not so much ambitions as illusions. And the reason for this thought couldn't be simpler - I know more than anyone else in the world, and it is enough that I have all the secrets that change the world.

Of course, in addition to this, there is also the most important point that is buried in his inner world.

I don't want to eat people anymore. I don't want to go back to this barbarism that I was forced to do because of hunger.

Song Xiaoye felt that a lot of strangers' information and influences appeared in his mind, but it was very vague. However, there are two words, which are unusually clear.

Su Hao.

Who is Su Hao?

The emergence of Juride is a springboard.

Armament is the most important thing in the Demon Empire. It is also the foundation on which the entire empire depends. Having more powerful warriors has always been the most urgent hope of the Imperial Army.

If you want to get ahead, you must let the upper echelons of the empire know your existence. It is necessary to make the military department, which has only believed in strength for thousands of years, understand that in this world, there are far more terrifying and terrifying killing techniques than brute force.

Looking at Fa Lide's pale cheeks, Song Xiaoye clearly knew that he had done it.

A teenager who doesn't have any vindictiveness, in the case of an unbalanced balance of power. Unexpectedly, a powerful black iron warrior was firmly restrained. This in itself is a jaw-dropping miracle.

"Sue me, who did you learn this martial art from?"

Walking out of the arena, Fa Lide, whose face was rejuvenated, put forward the issues he was most concerned about with palpitations and emotion. Naturally, the answer he got from Song Xiaoye's mouth was also the same as the answer that Heken knew before.

"Genius, simply genius!"

After the exclamation, Fa Lide looked at Song Xiaoye's eyes, and there was obviously some more affirmation with appreciation.

Song Xiaoye didn't lie. Those bizarre and skillful tricks are indeed the original alien civilizations, evolved from the actions of beasts fighting each other. Although it incorporates many changes that are suitable for the movement of the human body, anyone familiar with the habits of beasts can see at a glance the true source of that one-hit-kill move.

No one doubted what he said. There is no more plausible explanation than this rhetoric.

After feeling emotional, Fa Lide only felt that his heart was full of incomparably lucky--such a bright boy was born in his own clan, which was really a generous gift from the great demon god to his own believers. Indeed, this kind of assassination technique cannot exert much power when the two armies face each other. However, its real role lies in assassination. One can imagine what the final outcome of a war would be if all the senior officers of a human army were killed.

Thinking of this, he walked quickly in front of Song Xiaoye and patted the other party's shoulder seriously: "From now on, you are the specially selected warrior of the empire, and you are directly under the command of the military department. I will report to the Generalissimo what happened here in the shortest possible time. During this time, you are the supreme commander of all the trainees in this camp. Provisional rank of squadron leader. 1. The treatment is paid according to the regular soldiers. ”

As he spoke, Farid reached out and removed the round black iron badge from his armor and carefully pinned it to Kamon's chest.

This move made the eyes of all the veterans present bulge and glow as hot as flames.

They are well aware of what it means. That means that the original owner of this black iron badge has given something that symbolizes his identity and strength to another object in the form of a gift.

It's an acknowledgment. A kind of mutual recognition of each other's strength between adversaries.

The issuance of warrior badges is generally carried out by the warrior guilds of the two empires of humans and demons. However, in some special cases, it will also be transferred by the badge owner to the opponent who defeated him. After all, those who are able to defeat the Badge Warriors already possess greater power than them in their own right.

"Badge...... Hey! This kid is only fifteen years old, and he has become a black iron warrior. What a ......."

A veteran in inferior leather armor with a bare head sighed with jealousy. It quickly resonated among the instructors.

The Demon Race advocates force, and being able to become a black iron warrior, or even a higher-level bronze warrior or silver warrior, is almost the biggest dream in the hearts of all soldiers. This is not only a symbol of status and honor, but also a symbol of not having to worry about the tragic fate of starving to death due to lack of food. The Badge Warriors are the elite of the Imperial Army. According to the military provisions: in the most difficult times, even if the rations of hundreds of ordinary soldiers are cut, the food supply of any insignia soldier must be guaranteed.

Song Xiaoye stood there dumbfounded, his palm gently rubbing the badge on his chest. He never dreamed that an ordinary gladiatorial fight would win so many things for himself.

Badge, that is, from now on, I am a Black Iron Warrior, an officer of the Demon Empire.

I seem to have been an officer before, and I was a general.

Suddenly, like madness, he rushed out of the training ground, clinging to the reins of Farid, who had mounted his horse and was about to leave the camp. Desperately roared loudly: "My lord, can you still count the conditions you promised just now?" ”

"Conditions? What conditions? Farid hurriedly grabbed the horse's head and asked with a little surprise.

"You said that if I won, I would pardon his capital crimes." Song Xiaoye pointed to the boy who was tied to a wooden pillar in the distance, and asked expectantly, "You shouldn't have forgotten this, right?" ”

"Of course I didn't forget it." Farid smiled strangely, leaned over his horse and leaned into his ear, whispering mysteriously, "However, you seem to have forgotten what I just said. Don't forget, you're already a Black Iron Warrior that I recognize, a full-fledged officer of the Imperial Army, and a squadron leader who can command an entire training camp. Therefore, the real power to decide his life and death is actually in your hands. Hahahaha! ”

With a burst of laughter, Farid flicked the reins and galloped out of the camp with his steed under his seat. Only a horse's hoof mark was left in a deep depression in the muddy ground.

All the people in the training camp gathered in an open field. The eyes that looked at Song Xiaoye were full of admiration, shock, fear, and doubt that could be clearly understood without words.

The tied boy has been removed from the wooden post. He had just been pulled back from the line of death, and he did not return to his original queue. Instead, he slowly walked in front of Song Xiaoye with his hands down, bent his knees and fell to his knees. With a face full of gratitude and determination, he said word by word: "My lord, from today onwards, my life belongs to you!" ”

"What's your name?"

"Wisson...... Winston. Stole. The boy took a deep breath and slammed his slightly pale forehead into the hard rubble. Splashing blood, splashed everywhere: "You saved me, I am your servant." Forever! ”

This is the most solemn oath of the demons. It is also the supreme oath that can never be broken. Even the villains who are extremely heinous in the demon clan and dare to kill their fathers and mothers will never dare to change the heavy oath they have made without authorization. It is said that as a result of this, the greatest demon god will be sent to hell forever, and he will forever wander in the hungry realm where he will be bitten and eaten by ten thousand ghosts.

The daily training of the warrior camp in Loreer Town was not interrupted by the birth of Song Xiaoye, a new black iron warrior. On the contrary, when each of the young trainees looked at him, their eyes flashed with admiration and blazing light.

The laws of the Demon Empire stipulate that all civilian settlements must build warrior training camps of the corresponding level according to the size of the local towns. The establishment of one hundred people happens to be a complete squadron of demon troops.

Like Kamon, all the teenagers in the camp came from nearby villages. They grew up together since childhood, and they are actually quite familiar with each other. However, among the people he was familiar with, a leader suddenly appeared whose strength and identity were far higher than his own. The joy mixed with pride, as well as the two complex feelings of loss and jealousy, made their subconscious terrible desire to transcend a qiē and make themselves stronger, more vigorous and fiery than ever.

In the hearts of all teenagers, they have unconsciously regarded Song Xiaoye as the biggest object of emulation.

He's strong. Powerful enough to defeat the master of the military department, subdue the Black Iron Warrior and replace him with one move.

He did not allow anyone to harm his companions. For the sake of a teenager who fell last in the monthly ranking and had to be killed, he gambled with his life. In order to keep the other party safe.

He's smart. Created a mysterious and subtle assassination technique on his own. The strength can be called the first in the whole camp.

He is a Black Iron Warrior. This honor is envied even by the veterans who have crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

He was also appointed as a squadron leader by the Military Department. This alone is enough to give him absolute authority over all trainees.

The demons are still martial. Heroes have always been the object of worship of the demons. However, no matter how perfect the legend is, there is no living example in reality that is more convincing. Especially in this small town next to the Dark Mountains, the qiē that just happened in the training camp was enough to be used as a legendary conversation by the townspeople for a long time.

The battle with Faride made all the teenagers see the horror of martial arts. They all asked to enter Song Xiaoye's training class to receive guidance. Even Moss, who is considered by everyone to be the strongest and most powerful in the training camp, is no exception.

However, to their surprise, Song Xiaoye did not teach everyone the same assassination techniques. He simply selected another twenty emaciated teenagers to be trained in assassination with the original eleven. And those who remained strong began to learn a new martial art that had never been seen before, under his arrangement.

"Lemurs are weak, tigers and leopards are strong. Therefore, for the infirm, only by exerting agility and agility to the extreme, can the opponent be killed with one blow when he is most paralyzed. In the same way, if a healthy person can maximize his own advantages, then even the most powerful opponent will be completely shaken in front of this irresistible torrent of power. ”

Among the fighting skills of the alien civilization, there is a kind of fierce killing called the "Five Tiger Broken Door Knife".

Only walked through Song Xiaoye's posture, and Moss immediately became fascinated by this kind of martial art of opening and closing. Compared with the simple slashing and slashing of the demons, the ingenious whirling, side killing, and oblique slashing in the "Five Tigers Broken Door Knife" method are all full of shocking power. Even the veteran soldiers who had entered the camp, Heken, stood there dumbfounded, unable to close their mouths large enough to fit into a fist because of their excessive shock.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu had learned this martial art earlier, how old would the human general be? What if you don't have a vindictiveness? Lao Tzu is not the same as being able to chop them down alive and pluck off the heads of these guys and kick them as balls. A one-armed veteran looked at the seriously trained teenagers in the field and spat fiercely with emotion.

Not only him, but this is the common thought in the hearts of almost all camp instructors.

Who would have thought that an ordinary short sword could evolve into a variety of attack methods such as slashing, stabbing, and slashing at the moment of wielding. Who would have thought that the function of a spear is more than just a simple dash. Under the cover of several sword and shield men, under the cover of fully protected, it can become an eternal death nightmare that cannot break through to the opponent in front of you.

A month has passed. The warrior training camp in Loreux Town is also quietly undergoing earth-shaking changes.

As a matter of custom, Hecken, as an executive officer, had to keep a record of his daily training and compile it into a camp logbook. At the end of the month, I have to write a monthly report on my daily work. Submit it to the military recruit training department for review and review. Therefore, all training camp officers often compress the training results of the month a little bit when they report on the monthly routine. After all, this report will become the standard for the military department's examination of new recruits at a certain time. It is also the most authentic evidence to measure whether an executive officer is diligent and whether he has made a false report.

Hecken was an honest man. After much hesitation, he decided to leave a monthly report that seemed completely reasonable to him on the basis of weakening certain facts.

"May 3,614 of the Demon God Calendar, Loeller Training Camp Month"

"This month, the battalion needs five knife instructors and five gun instructors. There were 10 people. No missing parts. There were 98 trainees in the battalion, and there was a shortage of two. ”

"Training subject of the month: Basic Martial Arts Level 3. Bishop, Sergeant Heken, a second-class veteran, and eleven others. Additional subjects: Assassination and Combat Skills. Bishop, Imperial Army Squadron Leader, Black Iron Rank Insignia Warrior Song Xiaoye. Results: All staff in the battalion met the expected standards. Comprehensive Competency Assessment of Recruits: Regular Sergeant. Team Actual Combat Power Assessment: Grade B. ”

Putting down the slightly damp parchment roll in his hand, Hecken had a helpless wry smile on his face.

He knew very well what kind of sensation this monthly report would bring to the entire military department once it was handed in.

Under normal circumstances, the evaluation criteria for the combat strength of the recruit training team are completely based on the actual combat strength of the Imperial Army. Generally speaking, even the best training camp will hover around "E+" or "D―" at most. Never broke through the limits of the "D" class. Not to mention that as it is now, a big "B" is written in the report.

A-level,It's the name of the most elite unit in the demon army.。 As for the ordinary army, it is often only up to the B rank. As for that dreaded "S" class...... It is said that only the Guards force with only 1,000 people around His Majesty the Demon Emperor could win this honor.

A recruit has not yet completed all the training subjects and has reached the combat power level comparable to that of the regular army. It's a big joke to say this kind of thing.

Hecken knew he wasn't lying. In fact, the monthly report has been scaled back slightly. If it is evaluated according to the actual situation. Then the combat power standard of the Loeller training camp can completely reach the terrible process of "B+", or "A-".