He knew that he had won. He used agile assassination, and he beat a much stronger opponent than his power.

In other words, I will not die.

As the competition proceeded, all the training instructors, including Heken, were filled with indescribable surprise and shock. If the camp executive Hucken could see the effect of martial arts in actual combat, the instructors who had always believed in power were completely stunned by the facts in front of him.

All the twelve teenagers, including Song Xiaoye, won completely. Their opponents were beaten with a sword or hit the vital point when they could not react, and were sentenced to failure on the spot.

This is really terrible. If these guys were holding not the wooden weapons that were not open, but real guys made of iron. Then, all the opponents in the training camp would probably be killed by them without resisting.

Not all instructors agree with this way of combat. They feel that this is just a sneak attack without morality, a use of the opponent's carelessness to take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity. Being a brave demon warrior is really a shame.

The words of executive Hucken completely dispelled everyone's indignation.

"If this is a practical battle, if you are the one who was killed, what qualifications are there to reason with a living person?"

Perhaps God is destined. Song Xiaoye's rivals took Moss again.

Looking at Song Xiaoye, who was calm and smiling faintly at the corner of his mouth, the tall Mos could only shake his head. He really didn't want to fight against this difficult guy. But what's the solution? The lottery draw was random. If he could choose a battle opponent freely, he would rather face a terrible wild bear than provoke this guy who looked shorter than himself.

The result of the competition was no surprise. When Mos tried his best to slash across the sword, Song Xiaoye unexpectedly jumped behind him and used his blunt sword tip to resist his back.

Instead of using the "Chaos Fight", he ended the battle with the simplest assassination technique. He did not want to reveal all the secrets in front of others.

When executive Hucken stood on the court to announce the results of the monthly exam, people were surprised to find that the seemingly weak Song Xiaoye became the champion. The last person was a black-haired boy who ranked in the middle last month.

"No, no...don't kill me, I, I don't want to die. Help! Help!"

The black-haired boy with a dead face suddenly emerged from the crowd and ran towards the exit of the training camp. However, he was thrown to the ground by the instructors waiting beside him. When he looked at the expressionless instructor pulling out the dagger and preparing to break his throat, the trembling boy could only wail and expressing almost useless despair. Seeing this, the people present showed unbearable expressions on their faces.

"Master Hurken, can you let him go?" Suddenly, Song Xiaoye, who was standing next to the executive, knelt on one knee: "I am willing to give up the reward of double rations, just ask you to let him go."

"A piece of bread, exchange for dozens of kilograms of meat..." Heken, with a cold face, tapped the ground gently with his wooden legs and smiled bitterly: "Boy, I don't want to kill anyone. But I can't watch everyone starve, let alone break the rules of the training camp!"

"Everyone eats less food and you can save it." Song Xiaoye raised his head, his eyes full of incomparable determination: "As for the rules, they are all man-made. Since they can be ordered, why can't they be changed?"

"Well said!"

With a loud shout, a young man wearing standard leather armor, with a dark face and about twenty years old walked into the competition venue. The moment he walked into the venue, all the demon instructors, including Heken, stood up straight, raised his right arm high to his chest, and gave a standard military salute. Their eyes were also staring at an emblem hanging on the man's left chest with great enthusiasm.

It is a black round emblem made of metal. It is also a symbol of identity recognized by humans and demons. Being able to wear such emblem only means one thing--its owner is an officer with a very high status in the demon army and the title of "Black Iron Warrior".

"Mr. Law and Morality, you..."

Seeing this, Hurken was about to speak, but saw the other party wave his hand, parting the crowd, and walking straight over.

"As soon as I received the news, I encountered such a thing when I came from the military headquarters. Interesting..." The man called the law and morality sat down on a chair that was temporarily moved, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Kamon half-kneeling on the ground with interest: "You are the kid who knows martial arts? Tell me, why do you want to save him?"

"Because, he is our fellow countryman!"

Song Xiaoye murmured with a blank expression: "When I was very young, I heard from the hunters in the town that the black prison wolf in the dark mountains are the most fierce and cruel animals in the world. However, no matter which wolf gets prey, it will leave some for other sick and disabled skinny and weak wolf. Even in winter when the mountains are blocked with heavy snow and food is extremely scarce, the wolves will never abandon their companions. Even if the beasts are like this, what about us? Are our demons born cold-blooded and have to face each other for a little bit of flesh that fills the belly, and even kill their own people?"

No one spoke. Only heavy breathing sounds came from the entire training ground, and the lingering sadness and helplessness that enveloped everyone's heart.

The tradition of the demons' eating man has been going on for thousands of years. No one has ever thought that there was anything wrong with this. Although the empire has a vast territory, there is not much land that can be used for cultivation. In addition, the production method is backward, no matter whether it is drought, locust, or flooding, it means a year of famine for the demons. In this case, the hungry people with red eyes can only eat whatever they see. When all the food can be eaten and there is no food to eat, naturally... they start eating people.

When all demon babies are born, they will be left naked outdoors for half an hour. After the specified time, if the baby is still alive, the parents will keep raising him into a human. On the contrary, it proves that the baby is weak in physique. Even if he grows up, it will only take time. Instead of wasting more food on him, it is better to kill him as soon as possible.

Every year, a large number of demon babies die tragically under this terrible screening. The empire's top leaders have no choice but to do so. There is only so much food produced in China, and every precious food can only be provided to those soldiers with the best, strongest physique, and sufficient to protect the safety of the empire.

The survival of the fittest in the youth training camp is also a cruel change of strength and weakness. Although the demons are not willing to do this, what better way?

Law and morality sat there quietly, without saying a word for a long time. They just used two slender fingers to beat the armrest of the chair rhythmically. After a long time, they sighed in a very strange tone: "It's okay to let him go... However, rules are rules, and not anyone can destroy them at will. If you want to save him, you must pay the corresponding price."

Speaking of this, Law and Morality slowly stood up from the wooden chair. He snapped his fingers crisply: "Come on! Fight with me. If you can win with that wonderful martial arts, I will forgive the boy's death penalty. On the contrary, if you lose, you have to die on his behalf. How about it, dare to gamble on one? Of course, this is not a forced force. You can completely choose to refuse."

Song Xiaoye didn't say anything. He just nodded slowly.

"You, you're simply crazy!"

Seeing this, Hucken, who was standing next to him, quickly limped up, pulled his sleeve hard, leaned close to his ear and said in a hurry: "Are you crazy? That's not an ordinary trainee. But a powerful black iron warrior. You, you're simply seeking death by yourself!"

As he said that, the executive officer with a flushed face turned around and bowed to Fa Lide. He begged with a panic expression: "Sir, please forgive this child. He is still young and ignorant..."

"I am willing to be responsible for what I have said!" Suddenly, Song Xiaoye stood up from behind Heken and said proudly to the invitee opposite: "I bet on this!"

"you……"

Heken, who was furious, didn't know what to say for a moment. As a veteran who crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, as the executive of the training camp, he had long been used to life and death. However, he had an amazing love for protecting his calf without realizing it.

"Don't worry! I won't die." As if deliberately trying to comfort him, when walking by Heken, Camon looked at the lame veteran seriously: "No one will die. I promise!"

...

Standing in the fighting arena, the law and morality had removed all the armor on his body. He was wearing only a set of gray and thick nude costumes, and he became more and more burly. Especially the muscle mass that raised high from his waist and arms seemed to reveal a daunting powerful force against the light brown skin.

In comparison, the Kamen standing opposite him wearing a black animal skin jacket is much inferior in shape or momentum. Except for the eyes that are staring at the opponent, which also flashes with a sharp light. There is nothing comparable to it.

Looking at him with a cold expression, the Marxism and Morality, who was about to be released, smiled slightly, and suddenly exerted force. I saw that there were two bright white lights surrounding it for no reason between the hands holding the wooden sword and shield.

"Dou, Dou Qi! My God is actually Dou Qi!"

An instructor standing beside him watching the game almost glared out of his socket.

Dou Qi is a very mysterious thing.

Simply put, its effect is actually very limited. In addition to instantly double the power in the body of the person who controls the Dou Qi in a short time, the muscles and body shapes are strengthened to the extreme. At first glance, the Dou Qi just surrounds the user's body, and a faint flowing halo.

To put it bluntly, this is a special martial art that exists simply for combat and murder.

High-level warriors in humans and demons will use Dou Qi. Depending on their strength, the light emitted by Dou Qi will be divided into five colors: white, yellow, blue, red and purple. On the battlefield of fierce fighting, a high-level warrior with blue Dou Qi is enough to become the most terrifying existence that makes the soldiers on their side excited and the enemies are trembling.

The instructors in the training camp were all retired soldiers fighting from the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Not to mention the most ordinary white fighting spirit, they had witnessed it with their own eyes, even the yellow, blue, and even the blood-like red air balls that were much more advanced than this one. However, the gorgeous colors representing death and killing on the battlefield were far less than the faint white light that looked plain and strange in front of them, which made people feel even more thrilling.

According to the laws of the two great empires of demons and humans: except for the royal bloodline, senior generals in the army, and those who have made outstanding contributions to combat, no civilian is allowed to practice fighting spirit. This is also the only thing that can reach a consensus between two races that have fought each other for thousands of years and are unceasing to each other.

Law and morality are very young. A young man who looks only about twenty years old can actually use Dou Qi? As long as he is not a brainless idiot or fool, he can vaguely guess the other person's true identity.

Unlike the instructor who stood on the sidelines and watched the game with excitement, the executive Heken, who stood in the crowd with a wooden leg, showed a hint of worry and anxiety.

As a veteran, he knew very well how terrible the combat power of the fighting manipulator was.

Don't underestimate the small white light, it can stimulate the user's physical potential to the extreme in the shortest time, thereby instantly increasing the strength, defense, and speed by dozens of levels. It is no exaggeration to say that if a baby who is still breastfeeding can use Dou Qi, then he can easily crush the throat of an adult bull with his tender little hands.

Song Xiaoye's assassination martial arts are indeed very exquisite. But his previous opponents were not very different from each other's strength. Can he win against a black iron warrior who can control fighting spirit?

Just as he was thinking, the law and morality in the field had already kicked the ground and flew forward with the wooden sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed. The slightly bent and ready to go was like a hungry leopard staring at the prey in secret for a long time and suddenly burst out from attacking.

Song Xiaoye stood there firmly, without any intention of dodging. It was like a petrified statue, cold, calm and stiff.

His eyes were staring at the legal and moral feet. His brain quickly calculated the specific landing point and time of the other party's next step. Among these seemingly chaotic and complicated data, each representing the opponent's strength, muscle expansion degree, attack power and other numbers, forming an extremely clear table in his mind. What he had to do was to launch the most fierce counterattack unexpectedly based on these things analyzed in the shortest time.

This is the power from the distant alien civilization. In this planet and in this world, he alone can master and possess the greatest mystery.

The "Cuncha Skill" that looked like a cloud slowly moved in Song Xiaoye's body. A strange energy that seemed to come from the void slowly gathered between his wrists along the meridians. Just as Fa Lide rushed forward with confidence, slashing the wooden sword in his hand towards the other party's waist. Kamon, who was originally standing there without any movement, suddenly became shorter. When he woke up, Fa Lide, who still maintained a forward slashing posture, felt a chill in his vest. Song Xiaoye, who had passed by his crooked legs, had already hit his vital point with the tip of the wooden sword.

No one cheered or spoke. In the huge training ground, it was so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground could be heard clearly.

An elderly instructor opened his mouth and pressed his chest tightly with his hands. It seemed that the heart that was beating violently could not be suppressed because his nerves were too excited. Only the throat bone, which lacked lubrication of saliva, was slowly moving dryly. In this simplest way, release the fear and shock deep in his heart.

Not only him, but all the instructors and teenagers in the training camp were stunned at this moment. The faces that were weathered or still tender were filled with unconcealed surprise and jaw-dropping.

"Demon, the Demon God is above. This, this is impossible, impossible!"

A burly figure with several eye-catching scars on his neck, and his head was even more tilted to the left under the influence of this tilted instructor who had a significant move towards the left due to the residual wounds cut by the sword. He rubbed his eyes hard with his calloused hands. His mouth, which could not be closed due to shock, was repeatedly repeated with incredible murmurs: "How is this possible? Without using fighting spirit, he could actually defeat a powerful black iron warrior?

The Demon God is on, I, I, I, can’t I be mistaken for seeing it?”

Not only him, but all the people present who witnessed the duel with their own eyes were doubting whether everything they saw was true. However, the young soldier Song Xiaoye, who stood in the field and firmly held his sword against his opponent's vest, told them with indisputable facts that this was true.

The big drops of sweat slowly oozed out from the forehead of the law and morality. Under the influence of gravity, they quickly gathered together and slowly flowed down the cheeks. Soon, several narrow streams of slightly wet and salty appeared on the young face. Sweat slipped through the ground where the skin finally dripped down, and several regular round wet marks were clearly seeping out.

His body was completely stiff. It wasn't that he wanted to keep this embarrassing posture all the time. It was just that his brain was blank, so that the law and morality could not respond more.

The report from Heken Training Camp did not attract the attention of the upper-level military officials. Law and morality were no exception. If it weren't for passing by the training camp today, I had a sudden idea to see the young man who was praised by veteran Heken. I guess the official document reported by the training camp executive personally would still be thrown into the old paper and would never be cared about.
Chapter completed!