There are so many things going on today, only one more.

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If it is said that a modern person is thrown to ancient times and nothing is given to him, then where is the gap between him and the ancients, or the advantage, reflected?

Physical fitness?

Brilliant minds?

Or is it a black technology tree that has been clicked on?

Actually, it's neither, it's the ability to accept and the crushing of information.

When people in ancient times saw a lunar eclipse, they thought it was a tengu eating the moon, beating gongs and drums all over the world. Even if there is a tengu eating the moon, even if the largest gong and drum are broken while standing on the surface of the earth, it will not be able to transmit sound to the tengu who is eating the moon, because there is no medium for sound transmission in the vacuum universe.

That's the gap.

In the face of fear, people will blindly choose to escape, not because of cowardice, but because of the deep-rooted nature of life and soul. It is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and everyone will subconsciously abide by this law. Rossi had experienced two worlds, his mind was already as hard as iron, and after a brief period of panic and fear, he gradually calmed down in the darkness.

The pain wasn't the point, and he began to slow down his movements, still biting at his body with these little things. He concentrated, concentrated all his attention, while calmly cleaning up these jumping dogs that had bitten him, and at the same time calmed down to catch the breath flowing in the wind, to catch a shining point in the darkness.

His body was rapidly adapting, and the once familiar feeling gradually came to his heart.

Yes, the Golden Chariot, when he launched a fearless charge, he couldn't catch his super-fast movement speed with his eyes, only by feeling. The change in airflow, the change in sound, and the indescribable feeling of being "targeted" by something.

It's a subtle feeling, a bit like a sixth sense, but it's real and real. In the last life, countless media and news have said that some veterans of a hundred battles can feel that danger is about to come the moment they are targeted on the battlefield, which is actually a kind of perception that has surpassed the five senses and is more advanced. How can one feel this danger if one or two hundred meters away is not even visible? I can't see, hear, touch, or even know anything, and it is not these most primitive perceptions that rely on a higher level of perception.

It can only be said that after crawling out of countless dangers, the body naturally formed an instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, this instinct is extremely precious, and it is also the "heart eye" in the mouth of the poisonous wolf!

A bouncing dog bounced again after touching the surface of a stone on the ground, its mouth wide open to reveal its stomach pouch, its sharp teeth glinting faintly in the darkness. A hand narrowly passed by it, and it was only a slight distance away from touching it. Although it finally got its wish and bit on the surface of the target's body, and quickly drank a mouthful of blood soup, it was quickly pinched to death.

Rossi frowned, he had a momentary feeling that the little thing was gnawing at his shoulder, but when he reached out to block it, it didn't.

The body can't keep up with perception, the speed of reaction and brain processing, which is a problem he is facing at this stage.

It was getting later and later, and all the jumping dogs in the canyon finally woke up, and the stone insects also showed their heads out of the soft stones, and they were suffocating for a day. Some thumb-sized flying animals are agile in the air to dodge jumping dogs from all directions, desperately attracting each other and multiplying the race. Some strange six-legged creature crawling on the ground like snakes also ran out, their hot eyes staring at the jumping dogs, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

Although the species in the Long River Gorge are not very rich, the evolution of 10,000 years is enough to form a complete ecological system here.

Rosie quietly felt everything here, and he was growing rapidly.

The eyes of the poisonous wolf were like lanterns in the night, and he could not find any words to describe his shock at this time. He had seen many so-called geniuses, and he had been one of them, until he was stumped by his heart.

He wasn't a man without heels, he had studied under a very famous god fighter and had seen many more talented people than him. But even those guys, including his two former senior brothers, had never seen anyone who grew up so fast, so fast that it made his scalp tingle.

Before a pat, Rosie was still in a hurry and didn't know what to do, but now, he has calmed down. After this kind of training, the poisonous wolf understands very well that in fact, avoiding the jumping dog or shooting down the jumping dog is not the key, the key is to first strengthen your confidence, strengthen your heart and perception, and dispel the fear in the body that is bred because of the loss of perception, which is the key in the first lesson.

It took him ten days to get used to it and no longer have the fear of losing his perception of the outside world. But look at Rosie, it's only been a pat's time, he actually calmed down, and even began to try to fight back!!

The word genius can no longer describe the quality that Rossi showed at this time, more genius than genius!

The poisonous wolf stood up excitedly, and he even had a momentary impulse to contact the teacher he hadn't seen for many years, bring Rosie to him, and let him personally train this big boy who was full of agility.

But this emotion came and went quickly, and after he calmed down, he sat down on the ground again, he needed to make Rosie stronger, and then he would have the face to meet his former master, a very famous god fighter.

He dug out some jars and jars from his backpack, which had prepared a lot of ointments, which he had originally planned to use in the second half of his training, but depending on the current situation, it might not be long before they came in handy.

At this time, far away in Corgi City, Provence is constantly arguing with Hartmoyer, and the core is a new contract.

Rossi traveled to this world at the same time as he appeared on a battlefield, he was identified as a warrior of the defeated side, captured as a slave, and sold to Provence for a high price. Provence gave everything and pressed everything on Rossi, hoping to make a hit, and he looked far more so highly on Rossi than he did for the former slaves who were blown into the sky. At this time, Hartmoyer's performance also confirmed his vision.

But he was not willing to share part of the benefits he received.

Hartmoyer offered a new contract, waiving all of Rossi's fees and offering a large sum of money to run Rossi, but he had one requirement that he take half of Rossi's ownership until Rossi won the championship and was freed.

It's a huge deal, and if Rossi does win the title, he can generate at least a million or more profits from participating in the Eastern Gladiator Tournament to winning the title. As a club manager, Provence can be a very unsuccessful energy, but as a businessman, he is definitely very conscientious and professional.

The two of them talked for a long time, and they couldn't agree on several terms, in the final analysis, it wasn't for money, but for Rossi's ownership.

Hartmoyer meant to let Rossi fight on the field as a member of the Lion Eagle training camp, but Provence was unwilling to let go, he also needed this glory, and his desire for this glory even exceeded that of money. The two of them quarreled for most of the day, but they couldn't come up with one that was satisfactory to both parties, and the two sat on both sides of the table, staring at each other with big eyes.

"I'll give up, I'll only have 20 percent of the proceeds, but Rossi has to play in the name of training camp!", Hatmoyer is very short, he has to hold his head up when he looks at Provence, but he shows a very strong attitude.

Provence sneered and clasped his hands, rolled his eyes, and looked at the ceiling, "This can't be, Hart, it's not the first time we've worked together, you should understand that the club is in a bad situation right now, and I have to have a player who can get it up to morale." This is not only about the future development of the club, but also about Corgi City and the gods on the mountain, and everyone is very optimistic about Rossi. ”

Hartmoyer slapped the table, "You move to the ancient city of Togu, I will send you a place, I have a good relationship with the god of courage, and I can make him the main god of Rossi." ”

"It can't be!"

The two stared at each other again, and after a while, Hartmoyer's attitude softened, after all, for now, Rossi's contract was still in the hands of Provence, and he had the absolute initiative.

"I have a proposal, and this is my last resort. ”

"Say it and I'll listen!"

Hartmoyer gritted his teeth, "We work together, half of the shares of the training camp will be exchanged for half of the shares of the club, and in the future, your club and my training camp will be one." ”

Provence thought for a moment, "The idea can be considered, but my name must be in front." ”

Hartmoyer exclaimed, "Why, my training camp is worth more than your club!"

"But I have Rossi's contract!", Provence sneered, not letting go.

"Do you believe that my fists will eat meat?", Hartmoyer flew into a rage and even began to threaten Provence.

Provence was unmoved, but stretched out half of his face, "Would you like to try it?"