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After returning to the barracks, Allen realized that his body was sticky. After igniting the fire seed, he sweated profusely. This was different from the sweat he usually sweated during training. After condensing the first vortex of Origin Energy, his body would naturally expel some of the toxins that had accumulated in his body. This was one of the benefits of Origin Energy. According to the instructor's manual, as the strength of Origin Energy increased and the level of the system increased, Origin Energy would continuously wash through the body, causing it to evolve.
According to the instructions in the manual, every nine levels would usher in an advancement node. As he crossed this node, the evolution of his body would become more and more obvious. Right now, igniting the fire seed was only to expel the toxins. When Allen formed the first genetic circuit, it would be an opportunity for his body to strengthen in all aspects.
As for what would happen after forming the second and third genetic circuits, the manual did not explain in detail. Allen needed to explore everything himself.
This would be a whole new world.
Allen took a shower and returned to the barracks. He felt the atmosphere change. A few thirteen or fourteen-year-old youths seemed to have been waiting for him early in the morning. When they saw him enter the barracks, they walked over and surrounded him with ill intentions.
"Get out of the way." Allen said coldly.
One of the white youths smiled and said, "I heard you were raised by a snow wolf."
After spending more than two months together, it wasn't like the youths didn't talk at all. Their identities weren't secrets, so it wasn't strange for them to know some of Allen's experiences. What was strange was that they brought it up at this time.
"That's none of your business." Allen pushed him away and wanted to walk forward.
Two big boys held him back.
Behind them, a black youth looked at him with a faint smile. Allen wasn't stupid either. From the looks of it, these boys were ordered by this black youth. Allen remembered that his name was Maho. In terms of size, he was the strongest in the entire barracks. Therefore, in the barracks, a portion of the youths followed his lead and formed a small group. Previously, everyone was busy with their own training and didn't interact with each other.
But today, Allen was the first to ignite the fire seed, which was so special and dazzling in the barracks. Right now, these people were naturally ordered by Maho to cause trouble for him.
After realizing this, Allen took a step back. His eyes swept across the faces of these youths and said, "I know what you want to do. But if you have the strength, save it for the second injection to ignite the tinder. "
"Yo, what's this? Are you threatening me? "The white youth from before laughed.
Allen shook his head. "No, it's just a reminder. Let me remind you, you'd better not provoke me because it won't do you any good! "
The faces of the youths changed. The white youth looked at Maho, who had already pulled a long face and clenched his fists. So, the white teenager winked at his two companions behind him. The two of them walked to the door and looked outside. Then, they closed the door. Then, the windows were closed one by one. The entire barracks was quiet, and an inexplicable atmosphere was growing.
The other youths all shrank into their beds. They didn't dare to meddle in other people's business, nor did they want to.
When the last window was closed, the smile on the white youth's face disappeared. He walked over to Allen and pushed him. "What are you so proud of? You're just lucky enough to ignite the fire seed. You're just trash, trash that follows behind Snow Wolf's butt and looks for shit to eat! "
Allen smiled instead of getting angry. "Is that so? What about you guys? You wasted a chance. Aren't you worse than trash? "
The youths' breathing became heavier, and the white youth's face turned red. "You bastard! You're the child of Snow Wolf and your mother … "
At the end of his sentence, a fist floated over and swept across the white youth's face. The youth's face was slapped to the side, and something flew out of his mouth. It was a few snow-white teeth and a mouthful of blood!
Allen punched the white youth until he retreated repeatedly, his bright red eyes filled with killing intent. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the wild beast wandering in the wilderness. The wildness that seemed to have been worn away by Ron's training had returned. He did not roar or shout angrily. He only asked in a low voice, "Don't insult my mother! Are you courting death? "
However, all the youths felt a chill in their hearts as they looked at Maho. Maho pointed at Allen, and the youths rushed forward with childish shouts. After two months of high-intensity training, their physiques were much stronger than when they entered the camp. But no matter how strong they were, they were no match for an experienced mercenary. Before Allen entered the camp, he had already killed more than one mercenary.
In his eyes, these youths' movements were so unbearable that their bodies were almost full of flaws. Although he had never received systematic combat training, he had learned a set of killing moves from the pack of wolves during his five years of wandering with the snow wolves.
Allen suddenly lowered his body and slid sideways strangely on his hands and feet. Then, he pounced on one of the youths and pressed him down. He raised his head slightly and smashed down again, immediately causing the youth to be dizzy and disoriented. Following that, Allen shuttled between the youths. His skills were more agile than two months ago, and it was easy for him to deal with these youths.
With just a few punches and kicks, he had knocked them all down. This was still in the barracks. If it were anywhere else, they would have been killed by Allen long ago.
There was no word for mercy in the Snow Wolf's dictionary.
Maho stared dumbfoundedly at all of this. It was far from what he had expected. At this time, Allen retreated to the window and punched the window glass. Instantly, the glass shattered with a crisp sound. Maho's expression changed, thinking that Allen was going to alarm the instructor outside. He let out a low roar and pounced on Ellen. Unexpectedly, a white light flashed in front of him, followed by a slight stabbing pain from the side of his neck.
The black youth subconsciously stopped in his tracks, which saved his life. Otherwise, the sharp glass fragment in Allen's hand would have pierced into his neck. He was a head shorter than Maho, but at this moment, Allen's aura suppressed the black youth. He was holding a piece of glass in his hand, and the fragment cut his own hand. However, his hand was still stable, and the sharp edge of the fragment was facing Maho's neck, where the main artery was. As long as he handed it forward, Maho would have to go to God in advance.
If there was still a God in this world.
"I told you not to provoke me. You picked the wrong target." Allen said.
The door to the barracks was suddenly pushed open, and a few tall instructors ran in. One of them pulled out a long whip from his waist and threw it at Allen. His boots hit Allen's hand, pulling his hand away along with the glass fragment. Then Second Lieutenant Ron walked in and looked at the teenager who was sitting or lying down. The second lieutenant whistled, "Who can tell me what the fuck is going on?"
Maho shouted, "Second Lieutenant, it's Allen. He …"
A whip came over and swept across Maho's nose and mouth. Blood splashed everywhere and he retreated repeatedly. At some point, a whip appeared in Ron's hand and he smiled sinisterly, "Do you think I'm an idiot? How dare you insult my intelligence with such a retarded method! I've already said that you're a bunch of trash. Seven or eight of you aren't a match for one person. Give me ten lashes each! "
Then he looked at Allen and chuckled, "You're no exception, brat! Private fighting is forbidden in the barracks. "
Allen and the other youths involved in the fight were brought to the playground and tied to wooden stakes under the scorching sun. Then, the instructors gave them ten lashes each. The ten lashes were all aimed at their chests, causing the youths to scream like pigs being butchered. Allen gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but every muscle was trembling.
After ten lashes, Maho and the others could only be carried out of the barracks by the instructor. Eight people went out, but only seven came back. The white youth who had provoked Allen was whipped to death, and he didn't even have a second chance to ignite the fire seed.
Allen walked back by himself. When they saw the white-haired youth, who couldn't be considered robust, walk into the barracks step by step with bloody footprints, the remaining youths shivered. Words. On this day, they knew that the big guy wasn't necessarily the most ruthless.
The next day, Ron didn't give the injured youths a chance to rest. They had to participate in various training as usual. It was inevitable that he would fall behind with injuries, so he was beaten up a few more times. Allen could only grit his teeth and barely keep up with the team today, but he couldn't get too far from the other youths as usual.
The injuries didn't improve until three days later. After half a month, the youths had another chance to use the enlightenment potion. This time, Allen didn't need to participate anymore. He had a rare rest time.
When the bronze steel door of the air defense hall opened, the black youth, Maho, walked out arrogantly. This time, he successfully ignited the fire seed.
After another month, a third Origin Energy practitioner was born among the youths. It was a white girl, Merry. So before the two-month deadline, only Allen and the other two successfully passed.
On the night of the last day of the fourth month, the barracks opened. Ron walked in and shouted, "Numbers 666, 548, and 273, step out."
Allen, Maho, and Merry stood up. Ron nodded, "Come out with me."
When they walked out of the barracks, five instructors and a group of fully armed soldiers walked into the barracks. They closed the door of the barracks, and then the sound of gunshots and the screams of the youths came from inside. Looking at the jumping flames and splashing blood in the window, the three youths' faces turned pale. It was obvious that Ron was using his own method to "eliminate" all the unqualified people!
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