In Jerry's eyes, what he is in front of him is no longer a prop wooden man, but a mortal enemy.

At first, he was excited about the progress of the Book of Destiny, but after a while, he had unconsciously forgotten those proportions, and only thought about one thing - dismantle this wooden man!

Whew――

Jerry took a deep breath, raised his fist, and yelled, "Fuck your uncle!"

Click!

Jerry's fist snapped back into his waist with a pop, and it wasn't until he was about to throw another punch that he realized there was nothing left in front of him to strike.

"This ......" Jerry was stunned for a moment, and said to himself, "I succeeded?"

He had tried countless times before, and now the action of punching had become a natural reaction, and it was only when he found that there was no wooden figure in front of him that he knew that he had succeeded.

The vague feeling of exhaustion made him feel a little dizzy, but it was nothing to him. I think that at the beginning, Harry Sr. asked him to lift rocks on the grounds that the stonemasons must be very strong, and it was a day in one fell swoop. He was only a six-year-old kid at that time. Compared to that time, this kind of exhaustion is trivial now.

Standing in front of a new wooden figure again, Jerry didn't do it immediately, he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He recalled the sensation he felt when he punched out just now, and gradually felt a vague warmth appear in his body. It was as if it was a stream of air that was slowly moving through his limbs.

"This is it!"

Jerry's eyes snapped open, spotting the texture of the wooden man, and at the same time he let out a loud shout and punched!

But as a result, he failed.

Although the strength of his body had been raised by him in one breath, the "air currents" in the limbs and bones only reacted slightly, and then subsided again.

It was as if it was just startled by his voice, and it caused a little ripple, but it didn't suddenly speed up and condense into his fist like last time.

Jerry frowned, he didn't understand what was going on, his feelings and body movements were exactly the same as the last time, he shouldn't have failed at all.

If you have to say that there is something different, that is, the content of his shouting is different, but what he shouts may be the key factor.

Jerry doesn't believe in evil, he adjusts his state and tries one after another, shouting "ha", "ah" and "ah" in his mouth, and the wooden man is beaten by him to pieces and fly, but this is just that he is more skilled in the use of body lì.

The effect of the "war cry" never appeared again.

"I really don't believe it!"

Jerry's temper came up again, and after practicing for so long, he finally succeeded, but it failed again in the blink of an eye, and he absolutely couldn't accept this kind of thing.

Completely venting, Jerry yelled, "Fuck your uncle!"

Boom -

As if the floodgates had been opened in front of a waterfall dam, Jerry only felt an invisible force rush out of any part of his body, and then coalesce into one place in the blink of an eye, using his fist as an outlet!

Click!

Before his fist could really bombard the wooden man, a huge crack had already appeared on the surface of the wooden man, and it immediately split into dozens or hundreds!

Rumble!

In the loud noise, the wooden figure was completely shattered into powder, like smoke, fog and snow, flying in the training ground.

Jerry himself was stupid, and he didn't expect to be able to use the battle cry again so suddenly.

Especially just now, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't succeed again, and this punch was just his venting.

Success is success, but Jerry's face is not good-looking at all.

He vaguely understood something, as if the invisible air flow in his body was bound to something or condition when he first succeeded.

There was his own way of exerting force, possibly the posture in which he exerted his force, and most importantly, it most likely contained the phrase he shouted, as if it were a fixed spell that the priests needed to use magic or magic......

But if that's the case, think about how on the battlefield, when others are murderously shouting "rush" and "kill", or majestically shouting "invincible" and "come to fight", he can only shout "fuck your uncle" like a madman......

It's a little embarrassing to think about it!

Just as Jerry's face changed and he was a little confused, and he wondered if he should try to forget what he had just realized and try to start all over again, he also heard footsteps coming from outside.

Syllable!

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and without asking, I knew that I was startled by the scene in front of me, the ground was full of sawdust, and in the distance there was a wooden figure with only the base left.

Jerry turned around and said, "Leopold, thank you." If it weren't for you...... Huh, where's Leopold?"

Jerry was stunned, and behind him was not Leopold, but little Tony, who was opening his mouth wide.

Tony was indeed taken aback, looking at the fragments of the wooden figure scattered all over the ground, and held back for a moment before he spoke: "Is Leopold here, too? I don't know." I'm here to bring you dinner, you should be hungry, right?"

Jerry had noticed that Tony was holding a bag in his hand, and he wanted to fill it with food.

But then, his eyes widened.

"What are you talking about?" Jerry looked incredulous, and only then did he realize that it seemed to be ...... Maybe it's a little dark!

It was not yet dawn when Captain Mongo called them up to practice, and Jerry had only just seen the sun when he came here to practice his Warcry technique.

Just now, he was still vaguely puzzled, why he had been practicing for a while, and the sky had not fully lit up, and the result turned out to be the opposite.

It was already dawn, and it was still bright, and now it was dark again.

He's been practicing his battle cry all day!

Looking at the suddenly sluggish Jerry, Tony was full of admiration and envy.

What I admire is that Jerry is so hard and diligent that he doesn't even feel the passage of time after watching others practice hard for a day. What a hard-working man, it's sad to be praised by Captain Mungo as a martial idiot.

To his envy, he could see that Jerry must have successfully mastered the apprenticeship, as evidenced by the loud bang and the wood chips in this place.

Thinking about himself again, it took him most of the day to complete the twenty laps alone, and if it weren't for the recovery potions that Mongo had prepared for them, I was afraid that he would still be lying on his stomach at the finish line.

Jerry shook his head, finally convinced that he had practiced all day, from dawn until it was almost dark. This fact made his previous excitement disappear without a trace, and he felt that he was really stupid.

He didn't know how long it would take for most people to master the warcry, but he had heard Leopold say that it only took him half a day to master the warcry technique.

People for half a day, all day by themselves, and just succeeded, I dare not say that I have mastered it completely, this is the gap!

If Leopold knew what Jerry was thinking, he would be shocked.

It is true that he has mastered the battle cry in half a day, but the meaning of that mastery means that he can initially gather strength through the guò battle cry technique, rather than Jerry, who is generally able to mobilize the invisible air flow in his body.

You must know that as Jerry guessed, although only warriors can possess Dou Qi, the most basic prototype of Dou Qi exists in everyone's body, and it is born with it.

The true meaning of the battle cry is to mobilize these still invisible rudiments of fighting spirit, so as to give the warrior apprentice more powerful destructive power.

If the destructive power of Leopold, which took half a day to learn the battle cry, is "one", then Jerry's current destructive power is "five", although it is the same scum to the level of no longer scum, but the difference of nearly five times is real!

And even Jerry himself overlooked the fact that there was another premise for him to achieve such results, and that was that the Book of Destiny took seventy percent of his income. If it weren't for the interception of the Book of Fate, it would be hard to say what Cheng Dù he could reach now, but the time it would take him to reach the current level would definitely not take a whole day and so long.

Jerry immediately thought of an important matter, Tony's presence here meant that the rest of the reserve had finished the lap, and it made sense that he should go back and report to Mongo at this time, after all, practicing Warcry was only a temporary idea in his free time.

Thinking of this, Jerry hurriedly inquired about the situation over there, he hated trouble the most, especially the trouble with Captain Mongo.

The temper of the Isaac mountain people is famous in the country of Edel!

Fortunately, Tony's words relieved Jerry, he had indeed missed the first day of training in the reserves, but he didn't need to worry about Captain Mungo getting angry, because it was the one who personally arranged for Jerry to practice, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

Even this time little Tony came to bring him food, which was also specially ordered by Mongo, and the other party calculated that with Jerry's physical condition, at most, he could continue to practice Warcry until now.

From morning to now, either Jerry has successfully mastered the Warcry, or he has run out of body and can't stop if he can't stop.

In Tony's opinion, Captain Mongo is simply a prophet of the unknown, but when he arrived here, Jerry had already practiced it.

Jerry, however, felt that his captain had overestimated his own understanding and underestimated his own body. He'd just roughly figured out how to use Warcry, and although his body was sore and numb, he was still a long way from exhaustion.

"I didn't expect Captain Mungo to be quite careful, it seems to be different from the rumored Isaac mountain people. ”

Jerry thought to himself, thinking that maybe the rumors were too exaggerated, and that the Isaac Mountain People were not so brainless and less ferocious.

But he didn't notice that when he mentioned Captain Mongo, Tony's pupils dilated instantly, as if he had seen the devil.