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Allen threw himself onto the iron bed, and the youth didn't even have the strength to move a finger. From afternoon to night, he repeated the basic movements of the crescent moon under Ron's guidance. A simple sweep of the leg had been practiced for an entire day, but it was still not up to Ron's requirements. It could be foreseen that in the coming days, this boring action would accompany Allen for a long time.
The military's "Ten Dozen" combat techniques, if broken down into their movements, were all simple moves that even an ordinary person could use. However, to practice each movement thousands and thousands of times, it was far beyond the perseverance of an ordinary person. For example, the crescent moon that Ron had displayed had a strict requirement for the speed, accuracy, and strength of the attack.
If it couldn't reach this value, then it was just a simple sweep of the leg.
Moreover, the essence of the crescent moon was not in the movement of sweeping the leg. The important thing was that the user had to maintain the center of gravity of the body at all times. He had to find the balance point when he alternated his attacks. At that time, it would be the true crescent moon.
After mastering the crescent moon technique, he extended it to the weapon he used. Only by treating the weapon as an extension of the body and applying the crescent moon technique to Berserk Slaughter would Allen be considered qualified. It was precisely because of this that most of the attacks were punches and kicks. However, because of its full extensibility, it was known as the soul of all combat skills.
Looking at the roof, Allen's eyes were numb. Right now, the three of them were assigned rooms, which were a level higher than their previous treatment. The rooms were still built with iron arches. Apart from the iron bed, there were also a few simple pieces of furniture such as wardrobes and tables and chairs. Kuang Tu leaned against the corner of the bed, black like an inconspicuous iron rod.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the iron door. The sound was very soft, and then a girl called out from outside, "Are you there? Allen. "
Allen was a little surprised. It was Merry. The third girl to light the fire seed, she was older, and the fourteen-year-old girl was very well-bred. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her long legs always attracted the attention of the instructor and the soldiers.
The teenagers rarely talked to each other, especially Allen, who was focused on his training. Not to mention a girl like Mei Li, even if it was a boy, he would not be able to say a few words. He was curious why Mei Li was looking for him now.
Opening the door, Melly came in. The girl anxiously pinched the corner of her clothes. Her eyes drifted over the black steel broadsword, and her breathing became slightly heavier. Then, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "I guess you just came back."
Allen had never been so close to a girl before, let alone in the same room. In fact, a child of his age should have long understood the matters between men and women. It was just that Allen's life after the age of five had little interaction with humans, so he lacked knowledge in this area. He only instinctively felt nervous. At the same time, he found it strange that he was very calm when facing the Grey Raging Kong, so why would he feel nervous when facing Mei Li who didn't seem to be a threat?
He sat on the bed and lowered his head to hide the strange feeling in his heart. He blurted out, "What's the matter?"
Mellie walked over and sat beside him. "I want to be your partner," she said.
"Partner?"
Allen raised his head and almost touched Merry's face. He hurriedly shrank back a little. The girl nodded and said, "That Maho, I hate him. So you see, maybe we can join forces. That way, he won't have a chance of winning. "
The girl paused and said, "My idea is very simple. I just want to live. I've already asked around. We'll have an exam in two months. At that time, only one person can leave alive. If we join forces, it shouldn't be difficult to kill Maho. "
Allen frowned and said, "Then what's next?"
"I'll escape from here, and then you'll come back to the barracks and report that I've been killed by you. Although I've ignited the fire seed, I've used the enlightenment potion three times. According to the instructor, I can only live for another ten years at most. Therefore, any chance to change my fate is useless to me. I just want to live the rest of my life well. It's that simple. "Merry looked at Allen with clear eyes.
After a full minute, Allen whispered, "You shouldn't have told me this …"
"No, I really want to be your partner. I can help you, and I can make you happy … "Merry gently grabbed Allen's hand and placed it on her thigh.
This was the first time Allen had touched the girl's skin. Although Merry's skin was not smooth due to training, it still gave the youth a strange feeling. As Merry held his hand and explored the depths of her thigh, Allen had an intuition about what would happen next.
Just as the temperature in the tin house was gradually rising, Ron's voice suddenly sounded from outside, "Merry, get out here. I know you're inside. It's best not to challenge my patience. "
Merry's expression changed and she hurriedly ran out of the house. Then there was a loud slap, followed by Ron's angry curse. Allen crawled out of the door, and Merry had already covered her face and left. Looking at the second lieutenant, Ron was looking back at him with a malicious smile, "You should thank me, brat. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't have the strength to continue training tomorrow. "
"Now get back to bed and sleep. Don't think about women anymore. What you have to think about is how to survive. If you live, you have strength. What woman can't you have? "Ron looked in the direction where the girl had disappeared." As for her, she's just a little bitch. "
For the next month, Allen repeated all kinds of boring training every day. The happiest time was two hours of meditation training, which was one of the ways to train Origin Energy. At present, there were two main ways to temper Origin Energy. One was meditation. By consciously operating the Origin Energy in one's body to move regularly, one could enhance their effects. During this process, if one's mind was sufficiently settled, one could also enter the depths of the gene and draw out the Origin Energy from one's potential. The second method was the simplest and most dangerous, and that was to fight.
This method was called nurturing battle with battle, and it was used to cultivate battle strength. When a person fights for life and death, their spirit and will will be highly concentrated. At this time, the speed at which Origin Energy circulated was more than ten times or even a hundred times that of meditation. Therefore, after every battle to the death, the strength of those who survived would always soar.
Of course, it was impossible to use only one of the two methods. Only by combining the two would it be the most beneficial way to temper Origin Energy.
A month later, Allen was finally able to meet the most basic requirements of the crescent moon. In an instant, he kicked the iron puppet's head with a sweep of his leg. His speed, strength, and accuracy were barely up to standard. So Ron asked him to start practicing with Berserk Slaughter. The movements were still the same, but he had changed his weapon, but the difficulty was multiplied.
However, with the foundation of his previous practice, Allen only needed half the time to sweep out a standard crescent moon with Berserk Slaughter. At this time, a large amount of practice and meditation training allowed Allen to condense three vortexes of Origin Energy.
On this day, Ron began to guide Allen in his advanced crescent moon technique.
What Allen needed to do was to explore and master the balance between the attacks. Ron called it the breathing of battle.
"Just like our normal breathing, there is a delicate balance between inhaling and exhaling, which keeps the air in your lungs at a level. Finding the balance between attacks can also make your combat rhythm as natural and smooth as breathing. The smoother the attack, the fewer flaws there are, which means that the longer you can suppress the enemy. Remember, battle is about suppression, looking for opportunities, and killing in one blow. Don't use those unnecessary movements that don't play a decisive role. We are warriors, we are killers, not entertainers on stage! "
From this day onwards, Allen's physical and strength training classes were halved. The extra time was spent on practicing the Crescent Moon Advanced Technique. Every day, he still practiced until he was exhausted before Ron allowed him to leave class. Since that wonderful night, Allen had never spoken a word to Merry. Occasionally, he would nod and greet her.
While Allen's skills were improving by leaps and bounds, Maho and Merry were not idle either. The three youths were conducting their own targeted training. Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye, and Allen had also gained some insight. He could already use Berserk Slaughter to slash out five crescent moons in a row. This meant that once he seized the opportunity to attack, his opponent would have to wait for him to slash out five times before he had a chance to retaliate.
If Allen's Origin Energy was deeper and he was more proficient in the use of techniques, then the number of consecutive slashes could be increased. Words. When he could slash out more than a hundred times in a row, he would master a relatively common battle skill: Thousand Moon!
Those who could skillfully use Qianyue were enough to become second lieutenants in the regular army, just like Ron.
On the last day of the fifth month, the three youths didn't have to do anything. They got a precious day off. They could do anything except not leave the camp. Tomorrow, they would face the final and most crucial assessment of the training camp.
The three youths would be thrown into the forest behind the camp. In the next three days, they had to kill two of them before they could leave the camp.
Tomorrow was a life-and-death battle, and it was also related to his fate. Allen was not idle. He still went to the air defense hall and continued to hone his skills with the iron puppet. As for Maho and Merry, they locked themselves in a tin room for a crazy day. It seemed that after being interrupted by Ron that night, Merry had changed her target. She and Maho got on the line, which meant that tomorrow, Allen would face a joint attack from the two of them.
Before the sun set, Allen left the air defense hall. In the hall, there were a few puppets that had been chopped into pieces. On one of the puppets, there were seven cracks of the same length and depth. Looking at the cracks, Ron smiled. Allen's technique had improved by another step. With two more slashes, his power had increased by 30%.
This time, it only took a day. Ron looked forward to this white youth even more.
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