A few days later, the Silver Moon Empire, Yongzhou.

Far from the city, in a valley, several horse-drawn carriages walked slowly down the road. Taniguchi looks like an ordinary scene, but after turning from a secret mountain pass, the situation immediately changed, with five steps and one sentry, ten steps and one post, and the security was very tight. After passing several sentry posts, the carriage stopped, and someone shouted: "Get off!

Ling Ye got out of the car with everyone, and when he looked up, he was faced with a small city, and black flags were planted all over the city. At the gate of the city, a large man stood with his waist crossed, looking at the group of newcomers with spatula eyes. The man was quite majestic, standing there like an iron tower, his dark face like the bottom of an iron pot, and a scar extending diagonally from the left temple to the lower right corner, to the right jaw.

This is a face that is not angry and arrogant.

Ling Ye did not come by himself, nor was he personally sent by General Huang Quan. General Huang Quan and his men found many fierce gladiators and nearly a hundred teenagers from all over the place, and sent them here together. This is the secret training base of the Wolf Guard of the Silver Moon Empire, known as a hellish ghost place. It is said that the people who were trained here and who were able to walk out alive were all warriors who could become a hundred, and they were the eternal nightmare of the enemy.

The officer who led the team saluted and reported to the tower-like black man. The big black man looked at the group of newcomers in front of him, snorted from his nostrils, and said in a rough voice: "Among the people sent by your general, there are more and more waste firewood. It's not that I'm talking nonsense, if one fifth of this group of people can pass the trial and walk out alive, I'll be walking with both hands in the future!"

The officer laughed and said, "General Hei said he was joking." The harshness of the Wolf Guard training camp is well known, and if this group of people is too poorly qualified, then even if the whole army is wiped out, it is common for not a single one to get out. Haha!"

The big black man snorted again and shouted, "Roll call, acceptance!"

In the crowd that got out of the carriage, there was a sudden roar like thunder: "What kind of nonsense is that black man talking about? Look down on people, right? What ability do you have to look down on people? Show me my hands to Lao Tzu!"

With the shouting, a big man strode out of the crowd, also quite burly and stout, with his bare body, revealing his strong and strong biceps and eight-pack abs. The man also had scars on his face and short hair, and at first glance he was a gladiator who had survived a brutal battle in the arena of death.

It stands to reason that if such a disturbance occurs among the people who are brought, the officer leading the team should be sincerely afraid, shout loudly, and take the initiative to take responsibility. But at this time, the officer who led the team did not have any intention of drinking, but instead stood aside, squinting at the rising bird, with a gloating look on his face. Ling Ye saw it in his eyes, and vaguely guessed something in his heart.

The gladiator walked up to the big black man, glared at him angrily, and said in a rough voice: "Draw the next way! Lao Tzu wants to compare with you, so that you can know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky!"

The black man only glanced at the gladiator, the corners of his mouth pulled down, and said slowly: "If you really want to compare, you have to be a little conscious." Well, I'll take your challenge better than what you're best at. Go ahead and shoot!"

The gladiator shouted hello, his left fist raised to protect his face, and his right fist rushed directly with a straight punch. Although it was just an ordinary straight punch, this gladiator was sturdy, each fist was the size of a casserole, and he had survived a brutal death fight, and the ordinary punch also had a faint sound of wind and thunder. Don't think about it, if you are punched by him, the bruises will be light immediately.

The big black man stood still until the fist whirring in the wind was about to touch the door, then he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the big fist of the casserole. Although the gladiator's punch was violent, he grabbed it like this, and his fist actually stopped, unable to advance a single point. This big black man looks stout, but his shots are extremely stable, accurate, and ruthless, and he is a ruthless man!

As soon as the gladiator shouted hello, the big black man's right fist was a punch in front of him. This punch was extremely domineering, and with just one punch, the gladiator's entire head burst open with a thud, splattering flesh and blood. The headless body stood on its own, trembling in place.

What a domineering punch!

The big black man snorted again, let go of his left hand, and his headless body fell to the ground softly. He folded his hands, looked at the newcomers coldly, and said slowly, "Who else thinks I'm not qualified to look down on you?"

No one spoke. Everyone was shocked by this domineering and bloody scene, and no one made a bird. They all looked at the big black man, and there was naturally a look of awe in their eyes. The big black man seemed to enjoy this kind of awe, and said slowly: "Whether it's here or on the battlefield, it's a place where strength speaks." If you don't have the strength, don't provoke me easily! Because I'm the chief instructor here! Remember, my name is Li Hei!"

Ling Ye stood in the crowd, also looking at this big black man. Although he was also quite surprised by the domineering punch in his heart, he did not respect the chief instructor because of it. He could see from this punch that this Li Hei's fist strength was domineering, but it was not the best exercise, it could only be regarded as a more powerful external skill. If it is the best technique, then when a punch shocks the gladiator, it will not blow off his head, but will look intact. Li Hei obviously didn't master that kind of superior technique.

Li Hei clapped his hands again and shouted, "Roll call, acceptance!"

Two soldiers with rosters walked up quickly next to the city gate, and ordered everyone to walk past Li Hei in two rows, and then sign or say their names on the roster and register them.

Ling Ye looked at him levelly, passed by Li Hei indifferently, and didn't look at Li Hei again. But when he walked past Li Hei, Li Hei turned his head sideways, his thunderous gaze turned around Ling Ye a few times, and then snorted from his nostrils: "Exaggeration!"

What did he mean by that?

When Ling Ye heard this, he also keenly felt Li Hei's gaze on him. He secretly pondered to himself, what did he mean by this, did Huang Quan specifically mention himself to this big black man?

He smiled to himself, not wanting to pay attention to it. As Li Hei said, this is the place where strength speaks, not with the mouth to be strong. The gladiator just now belonged to a person who was reckless with his mouth, and now that his body had not cooled down, Ling Ye didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

As he passed by the named soldier, Ling Ye noticed that there was a name with a red cross drawn on the back, and two words - death on the back.

I don't even explain why!

Ling Ye felt that this would not be a warm place, as it was rumored in the outside world, it was a hell of death.

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After checking in, I was greeted by an officer and a team of guards. He stopped everyone, and after everyone came in, he said with a smile: "My name is Tiejun, and I am the commander of the guard here, and I am responsible for patrolling and guarding the entire camp. Now, I am delighted to welcome you and take your tour guide through the special features of the camp. Okay, the horizontal team becomes a column, let's go!"

The structure of this small city is fairly simple and to the point, with guards quarters, sentry posts and watchtowers around the walls, and a dense and low complex of buildings in the center. In between, there are various facilities for training. At this time, a group of young and middle-aged men were training the training ground. The men were wearing only large trousers, and their muscles were quite strong, and their slogans sounded like thunder. Among them, apart from the trained people and the garrison army, there were instructors and various assistants and miscellaneous servants, and there was not a single idler.

Ling Ye had already seen that there was a purpose in arranging this place like this. The people on the training ground are always under the supervision of guards and instructors, and a little laziness can be immediately seen. As for how to punish it, then I don't know.

On a training ground, a large group of men who also wore only big pants were holding swords and training sword fights, and a woman with a hot figure in a tight suit walked through the crowd, shouting: "No. 15, you are too slow! No. 19, watch your footwork! No. 38, didn't you have breakfast today? Give me a little harder! Hack your opponent to death!"

It may be that seeing a newcomer coming, a man looked at it a few more times, and suddenly didn't pay attention, and was backhanded by the opponent, staggered forward, and coincidentally pounced on the woman's body, the man was shocked, quickly took a few steps back, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Instructor, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The woman brushed the dust and sweat stains on her chest, looked at the man kneeling on the ground, and smiled: "Why are you so afraid? I won't eat you!"

The woman's tone was quite gentle and shy, and Ling Ye couldn't help but wonder if she was looking at the wrong person. However, the next moment, the light flickered, and the man kneeling on the ground screamed, his hands had already left his body, and blood gushed from his broken arm.

His hands were now on the woman's. The woman gently stroked the severed hands that were still bleeding down, and said with a charming face: "If you want to touch people so much, then let your hands stay with me forever, and you can touch them if you want!"

With a thud, the handsless man fainted and fell to the ground. The woman sighed while stroking the severed hand: "Alas, it's really pitiful, how can you live without your hands? Take it to the ghost doctor and let him regrow his hands on No. 41!"

As she spoke, the two soldiers shouted yes and turned out from the side, lifted the man with the severed hand and walked away, quickly disappearing into the dense mass of buildings in the center.