Hucken's words had a completely different reaction in the hearts of a group of young men watching the game. They also witnessed the showdown just now. Everyone was surprised by Mos' defeat. At the same time, those young men who had been malnourished for a long time and were less powerful than their opponents also became interested in this strange fighting technique. Some of them were already subconsciously gesticulating Song Xiaoye's movements, and their faces were even more thoughtful and focused.

Moss was so angry that he wanted to keep some kindness because of pity for his opponent, he had been completely thrown away. He felt that it was just a temporary negligence. At that moment, he stood on the attack position with his feet apart, and almost burst into flames. The instructor just gave the order, and he had already tried his best to swing the wooden sword in his hand and rushed towards the opponent.

Song Xiaoye, who was standing at the corner of the field, did not move. He was watching all the other party's actions closely, and was quickly evaluating the other party's next move according to the calculation method of alien civilization, using Mos's body movement direction as a reference. Just as Mos jumped up from a few meters away from him and slashed the wooden sword in his hand in the air, Song Xiaoye, who was concerned about everyone, suddenly turned sideways to the side. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand to pinch Mos' wrist and twisted it hard in the air with the opportunity. Suddenly, Mos, who had lost control, felt that his body suddenly turned around and fell heavily to the ground with a "trumpet" sound. The wooden sword held in Song Xiaoye's hand also pointed at his chest without any chance.

No one spoke, no one cheered. In addition to the indescribable surprise, the faces of all the onlookers were more of the long-lasting shock from the heart.

No one has ever imagined that the skills of use can be better than simple brute force.

This has completely overturned the power that has always been valued in the demon army.

"So it's so easy to defeat an opponent that is stronger than himself." A thin young man suddenly jumped up. He murmured, and repeated the movements Song Xiaoye had just used with his trembling arms. His eyes were filled with an expression of excitement.

Not only him, but many young men with similar figures were also gesticulating. They finally discovered that powerful power is actually not terrible. As long as they can think and be good at judging, they can still win in battle.

The executive Hucken stood there with his thick hands and said nothing. The deep eyes were flashing with an uncertain light. Until the instructor next to him urged him to announce the results of the competition, he closed his cheeks full of beards and nodded thoughtfully: "On the battlefield, there is no so-called win or loss. Some are just a distinction between living and dead."

After saying that, he looked at Song Xiaoye with great meaning. He turned to the instructor and said, "I must report this matter to the military headquarters. Also, I will send this kid double rations today. Reward him well."

That night, Song Xiaoye's tent became the most lively place in the training camp. The young men who heard the news gathered around him for advice on all the knowledge about martial arts. No one wanted to lose in daily competitions, nor did anyone want to be the target of being killed every month. Their extremely desire for survival forced them to learn more and more useful things.

Song Xiaoye never expected that his move to hide his power would cause such a big sensation. But it is no wonder that the demon army has always only focused on the personal strength of warriors. He does not value combat skills. After all, the bravery of demon warriors is even afraid of the most powerful humans.

Now he has become a vague object of worship in the eyes of many weak boys. However, everyone is asking the same question. Every action must be repeated many times. Even a patient person feels extremely bored when facing the same repeated work.

Song Xiaoye does not want to be a humanoid machine that can only teach. He wants to use what he knows to change his current situation.

Even he himself couldn't explain why such a strange thought suddenly arose.

When he just entered the training camp half a year ago, he had always dreamed of becoming a qualified demon soldier. The reason was very simple——you can eat enough.

After obtaining the information detector carrying alien civilizations, he began to want to become stronger than others. In order to avoid falling into the last place in the monthly noun parallelism and being killed. Then he became a broth used as a filler in other people's bowls.

Now, he had more thoughts and desires than before. Song Xiaoye discovered that the wisdom in his brain was far beyond what ordinary people knew. Moreover, other teenagers in the training camp also longed for the most basic right to survive. They didn't want to die, they also wanted to make a name for themselves. And they had exactly what they needed most.

Martial arts from alien civilizations are just one of them.

He remembers a foreign aphorism——The more you give to others, the more you will be able to gain.

In Song Xiaoye's opinion, there is another meaning hidden in this sentence.

Teaching martial arts is equivalent to a disguised kindness among the demons. When you teach a person, you can be grateful. When you teach a hundred people, you can be respected. If you teach a thousand people, you will be rewarded. If you teach a thousand people, you will not only gain a simple friendship between teachers and students. But an incomparable far-reaching prestige. When this prestige gathers and condenses on someone, the final result will become... the most powerful power.

...

The executive officer is the highest-ranking person in the soldier training camp. According to convention, the person responsible for this position must be an officer who has retired from the front line and has experience in combat. Only in this way can we train better recruits based on their own actual experience.

In the southwest corner of the camp, there is a small house built of thick logs. This is the place where the executives work on their daily offices. When Song Xiaoye walked into it, he was wearing only a wolf-skin cran and a thick black hair exposed on his chest. He was sitting at the table and taking off the wooden limbs on his left leg, carefully cleaning up the dirty attached to it.

Since the competition that day, Hucken has received considerable appreciation and affirmation for this young man who was only fifteen years old. However, after hearing the other party's purpose, a strange surprise appeared in his eyes.

Song Xiaoye’s request was very simple: he wanted to gather all the people in the camp who wanted to learn martial arts and teach them by himself.

This is equivalent to reopening a new combat group in training camp.

Hurken didn't answer. He just reinstalled his prosthetic legs, walked back and forth around the house with his hands behind his back, and then he circled around the wooden table full of lumps. He asked in the most plain tone: "Before giving the final answer, I want to ask a question first. Child, who did you learn the fighting skills you used?"

Song Xiaoye had already expected that this would be a question sooner or later. He also prepared a complete set of remarks on this.

"Sir, have you ever hunted?"

"Hunt?" Hunken was stunned and then nodded subconsciously.

"Then, you should have seen the scene of hawks flying in the sky hunting hares?" Song Xiaoye walked to the table, took a glass of water. He dipped his fingers in the uneven tabletop and stroked it with water marks: "In front of hungry eagles with absolute strength, hares have no chance of survival. However, they do not want to die, and do not want to become meat under the eagle's mouth in vain. Therefore, those oldest rabbits often turn up to the sky and curl their limbs together. When the unpreventable eagle claws are inserted, they will kick the rabbit's legs out suddenly. At the very least, they can shoot down the flying eagle from the air to win more time for their escape. At the worst, they can kick the eagle's head alive, and defeat their opponents in one fell swoop."

Song Xiaoye didn't speak loudly, but to Hecken, it had another deeper meaning.

"You mean, did you learn that clever combat skill from the hare?"

"To be precise, I should have learned from the beasts in this dark mountain range." Song Xiaoye wiped the residual water in his hand, walked slowly to the window, and looked at the quiet mountains in the distance: "I grew up here since I was a child. Every family here can hunt. In fact, they know much more of these principles than me."

"But, only you can really apply them to reality." Hurken looked at him seriously: "Go do it! According to your idea, form a new combat skills training camp. Teach everyone who needs it what you learn from the beast. Perhaps, the demons will give birth to some skilled warriors with weak strength but not inferior to anyone because of your appearance. To be honest, if I could see the fighting skills you used earlier, my leg would not be thrown on the battlefield in vain."

...

The difference between facts and imagination is always so huge. Song Xiaoye finally realized the meaning of this sentence. Three days have passed, and there are only eleven young soldiers who are truly willing to learn combat skills in the training camp.

Everyone saw the ingenuity of martial arts, and everyone was surprised and shocked by its power. However, this does not mean that everyone can accept the existence of martial arts. Focusing on the cultivation of power is the inheritance of the demon clan for thousands of years. In the eyes of most people, fancy techniques are obviously not as practical as strong as possible.

There were fewer people. But Song Xiaoye didn't care. With the instructor's acquiesce, he gathered all the volunteers and began his first lecture in his life in a remote corner of the training camp.

This is a group of thin teenagers.

The long-term hunger makes each of them more or less malnutritional. Although their height is not inferior to others, the muscles attached to their legs and arms all show signs of atrophy. The skin sunken in the cheeks is covered with gray-yellow color. At first glance, it only gives people a feeling of paleness, weakness, weakness and exhaustion.

Every meal is only the size of a fist, and often half of it will be forced by an opponent who is better than you. If you don’t eat enough, how can you talk about the spirit?

Standing on a thick wooden pier, Song Xiaoye took a deep breath and glanced at the young man gathered in front of him with a sharp gaze. He said in a deep voice: "Tell me, why do you want to learn martial arts?"

No one answered. The teenagers looked at him with doubts and hunched eyes. It was not that they were unwilling to say it, but that this question was too simple. It was so simple that even fools and idiots could answer it.

"Because you need to get complete rations, because you don't want to end the monthly ranking and be killed, because you have weak power, you need to defeat opponents who are stronger than yourself. Is that right?" Song Xiaoye's voice became louder and louder, and at the end, he almost roared.

"Yes...yes..." A sparse response sounded in the crowd.

"Hit louder! I can't hear it." Song Xiaoye suddenly jumped off the wooden pier, tightened the collar of a young man closest to, and roared at the other party's ear: "Are you still a demon preparation warrior? You can't even hear the sound of your speech. Are you born mute?"

"No, no." The caught-off boy didn't know how to answer for a while. He could only respond mechanically.

"Since it's not, why don't you talk?" Hearing this, Song Xiaoye's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He raised his right hand into a fist, and hit the other party's shoulder hard. With the screams, everyone clearly saw that the young man flew backwards from his original standing position as if he was hit by a frightened horse. He fell to the ground ten meters away from his original position, and could not get up for a long time.

It was so scary. What kind of power is this! Suddenly, the onlookers with horror looked at Kamon, and there was a little more fear and condolence in their eyes.

The demons worship the strong. Without using violent means, Song Xiaoye could not establish his authority at all. He had carefully observed that the beaten boy was the highest among all people and his body was relatively strong. Although these people took the initiative to learn martial arts, if they were not weak in physical fitness, they would still choose the way of strength.

From that day on, no one said half of the word "no" to Song Xiaoye's order. Although he was just a demon boy of age and no difference in his body in all aspects.

In the alien civilization, there is an extremely exquisite assassination boxing technique. This has also become the first lesson for teenagers to learn.

As for Song Xiaoye himself, he began to practice a set of martial arts called "Huan Chao Jue".

Maybe it is because of information indoctrination! The sudden alien wisdom in the brain is mixed with two feelings of "strangeness" and "familiarity". It is said that it is strange because he has never been exposed to anything similar to it before. It is said that it is familiar because the knowledge created by these advanced intelligent creatures does not have any obscure or mystery to him.

"Huan Chaos Jue" is a powerful and profound martial arts. For any beginner, the meaning of the text seems difficult to distinguish. But the kummons are different. The mantras and martial arts have been deeply imprinted deep in his brain. He can even use the language of the demons to tell the practical meaning of the martial arts.

Now he is equivalent to a human-shaped information recorder. If he wants to truly use everything he knows, he must put it into practice.

One month later, the training camp competition venue.

The teenagers stood around the site paved with thick wooden boards, looking at the soldiers and instructors in the center of the site with longing and expectation. Of course, not everyone had the same meaning in their eyes. More, they were still cold, indifferent, fear, and even despair.

Today is the last day of this month. According to convention, today's competition results will be comprehensively evaluated with each person's training results this month. The winner can get double rations. The loser with the last ranking will be killed on the spot and chopped into broth, which will become the food for the whole camp.

The competition was held in the form of lottery draw. Song Xiaoye and eleven young men who practiced martial arts were disrupted and assigned to each group. Soon, the screams of desperate fight and the sound of wooden weapons colliding with each other completely enveloped the entire training camp in a tragic atmosphere.

Everyone is trying their best. Everyone is red with their eyes and trying every means to knock their opponent to the ground. This is no longer as simple as winning or losing. The loser must die. The winner can chew the meat of the loser. Either you die or I die.

The executive Hucken stood silently outside the competition venue with his broken legs, and his cold eyes could not see any emotion. To be fair, he was not a cruel person. He did not want to see these teenagers fighting each other for desperate attempts. But he was unable to change all this. The empire had no extra food to support the weak people. If you want to survive, you had to be stronger than others.

...

Nusen was a teenager in the martial arts training class. Standing in the field, he felt that the palm of his hand holding the wooden sword was full of wet and sticky sweat. His legs and feet, which were slightly bent forward, began to tremble slightly.

His opponent was too strong. He was the fourth-ranked guy in the training camp and was so strong that he could lift the heavy wooden piers. Compared with the other party, he looked like an ant overestimating his own abilities and trying to shake a big tree.

He secretly swallowed the dry and sticky saliva in his throat, suppressed the fear in his heart, picked up the wooden sword at his hand, and quickly turned sideways towards the opponent's position.

"Don't be afraid of your opponent. Use all the moves you have learned and use them flexibly. Even if the opponent is a brown bear with great strength, you can still pierce its throat with a sword from behind."

This is what Song Xiaoye said to all the trainees before the war. It is also a reminder that it keeps echoing in his mind at this moment.

Avoid the opponent's front and not engage in strength with him. Go sideways, dodges, see the opportunity to touch the back, pinch his throat with his left hand to suffocate him. He waved his sword with his right hand... When the referee instructor raised his arms high, Nusen's face, which had been nervous, finally showed a rare smile.
Chapter completed!