"Let's go. Go back and have a good rest. If we gather at 3 in the morning, tomorrow should be the final intense training. Bring out your best condition. This should affect your ranking in the next phase, as well as the allocation of resources."
Russell smiled as he explained to Emily.
Nodding her head, Emily followed behind him and left. Returning to her room, she laid down on a small, hard bed. Very quickly, she entered a deep slumber. Even though she wasn't tired, being able to make use of any time to conserve her energy was an essential skill for an assassin.
At 3 in the morning, everyone gathered at the training grounds. Just as Russell had said, today would be the day of intense training. The Iron Mask divided everyone into four groups according to their standards before setting off.
Emily was placed in the second group. She was slightly surprised by this arrangement. Although she had improved very quickly, she had assumed that she should be in the third group.
Looking towards Russell, who was in the first group, her elder cousin gave her an encouraging and warm smile, congratulating her and telling her to continue working hard.
Emily faintly nodded her head. The feeling of obtaining recognition for her hard work was one of the biggest reasons why she was able to endure under such extreme conditions. At this moment, she no longer had the desire to become stronger as she stood here. Instead, she had to become stronger!
Ten minutes after the first echelon had set off, the second echelon, which Emily was in, also set off. Every single person was equipped with 20 kilograms of combat weights. Being an assassin family that adhered to tradition, the requirements for assassins were multifaceted. Although they weren't required to be all-rounded, they had to be above average in all aspects. You could be radical, but you had to have a balanced core.
An assassin was a type of weapon, but it wasn't a disposable weapon.
With such a mindset, survival was always the number one priority. This intense training was a special training carried out under such guidance. It was a very simple training method, and that was to run!
As long as one ran fast, they would be able to run faster than others when they needed to escape. When they needed to chase after others, they would have more endurance and speed. When they needed to put their lives on the line, they would be able to erupt with more power.
Of course, running here was not simply running with weights. After leaving the camp for half an hour, the human body entered its first period of fatigue. Behind them, there was a violent roar. Then, the people running at the back of the group let out throat-tearing screams. Ten iron masks appeared behind the group and were chasing after them.
This wasn't a joke, but a real fight! Emily saw a member of the squadron who had run too slowly being grabbed in the air by an iron mask. With a tug of his hands, his right arm was ripped off!
Flesh and blood splattered in all directions, while the miserable shrieks seemed to reverberate in her ears. This sort of situation had already become a habit for her during the training. Nevertheless, it was still enough to shock Emily's heart. She had always believed that she had made sufficient preparations and had always persevered. However, every time such a scene appeared, her spirit would still fluctuate.
Suppressing her disgust, Emily clenched her teeth.
Run!
Everyone sped up crazily, and the team that was originally somewhat orderly instantly became incomparably chaotic.
Emily increased her speed. However, danger did not let her off. An iron mask clearly had his eyes on her. Passing by a few members of the second echelon, he did not have the slightest intention of taking action. Instead, he rushed straight towards her.
Emily could feel that she had been locked onto by the iron mask. The aura emanating from the iron mask was extremely ice-cold, while the feeling of death lingered in her heart. This iron mask was serious, and would absolutely not show any mercy! She did not want to lose a leg or arm due to being caught.
What should she do? Should she continue to increase her speed?
This was a relatively wide path. If she continued to run, there wouldn't be any obstructions in front of her. She was extremely confident in her speed. However, the problem was her endurance. If she continued to run at such a high speed, she would lose the ability to retaliate before her opponent even took action.
However, stopping to fight? That would definitely attract the attention of the other iron masks. Having one was already bad enough. If she attracted the attention of others, she would just be seeking death.
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Emily made her decision.
With a flash of her body, she activated the Shadow Steps. In an instant, she left the main road and sprinted towards the uneven mountain path. Her flickering footsteps instantly allowed her to increase the distance between her and the iron mask.
Without any hesitation, the iron mask that had locked onto her flashed. Similarly using the Shadow Steps, he chased after her. Emily's heart sank as she confirmed the fact that she had been specially treated. At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief. The other iron masks clearly did not have any intention of leaving their main target just for her. Instead, they continued to chase after the other members on the main road.
As the mountain path grew steeper and steeper, Emily could feel the exhaustion of her physical strength. Turning her head back to take a look, she saw that the iron mask was still resolutely chasing after her a dozen meters away.
With his speed, a dozen meters of mountain path could be traversed in a matter of seconds. However, as the mountain path grew steeper, Emily was able to make use of the environment she was in. In a head-on fight, she would definitely not be the iron mask's opponent. These iron masks that were responsible for training her were all experienced assassins.
However, in this kind of environment, it was not impossible for an assassin to turn the tables on the assassin.
All of a sudden, Emily's body leapt into the air. Turning around, she swept her blade across a large tree. With a rumble, the tree was split into two. The falling half of the tree followed the steep slope and smashed towards the iron mask that was chasing after her.
The iron mask's speed clearly slowed down. However, in the next second, he did not do what Emily had expected him to do. Instead, he increased his speed!
Faced with the falling tree, the iron mask's entire body was like a sharp blade as he rushed forward to meet it. Bang! The falling tree was once again split into two, before continuing to roll down the mountain from both sides of the iron mask. Instead of slowing down, the iron mask increased his speed as he rushed towards Emily, his aura surging like a tidal wave.
She was unable to evade, as the distance of several dozen metres was instantly reduced to less than 10 metres. Emily stopped running, her entire body abruptly lit up. Within the fiery glow, two daggers were tossed into the air. As the fiery glow lit up, the daggers shot towards the iron face like fiery meteors.
Faced with Emily's fire attribute special ability, the iron mask did not show any intention of evading. Instead, his aura increased by a step, causing his entire body to press forward like a strange beast.
Emily could already feel the suffocating pressure coming from the iron mask. Her opponent did not want to break her arms and legs. Instead, he wanted her dead!
Either live or die!
Emily could feel the killing intent coming from the space around her. This was completely different from the training she had experienced in her family's training grounds. It was also a feeling that she absolutely could not experience in a competition. Her entire body started to tremble. Not only her body, even her heart was trembling. Was this the true feeling of facing death?
Either live!
Or die!
Emily did not roar out in anger. She was an assassin! Calm down! Controlling every single muscle in her body, she bent her legs slightly. She would fight in the way an assassin should fight!
Bang!
Emily was sent flying by a single strike. However, this wasn't due to the iron mask's strength. Instead, it was due to Emily borrowing strength. An assassin should never be infatuated with brute force. Although the iron mask's aura was extremely suppressive, he had given up on the strengths of an assassin. Using brute force to suppress others? It was fine as long as she wasn't afraid.
However, Emily still felt that something wasn't right. At this moment, she no longer had the time to delve into this feeling. Regardless of what was wrong, it wasn't as urgent as surviving under the iron mask's attack.
Flying high up in the air, Emily's explosive special ability continued to erupt, obstructing the iron mask's pursuit. However, the iron mask was like a berserk and ferocious beast. He continued to charge forward, his aura growing stronger and stronger with each wave.
Bang!
The second and third collision occurred. Emily could feel that her lungs had been injured. Her internal organs might have been displaced. Her throat was filled with the stench of blood. However, she did not have the time to spit out the blood that had already surged up. The iron mask had charged forward for the fourth time.
However, it was now!
This time, Emily did not retreat or borrow strength. Instead, she faced the iron mask head-on. Her Fiery Lotus Dance blossomed with the most dazzling fiery light.
Within the fiery light, Emily was sent flying. She felt as though all the bones in her body had been shattered. Nevertheless, the iron mask stood there, not moving an inch. His mask had split open, with blood gushing out.
Emily spat out a large mouthful of blood, before lying on the ground. Although her recovery would be extremely slow, she had to suppress her injuries in such a situation. Survival was the most important thing!
Only in a life or death situation would one be able to erupt with such power. This was the truly fatal Fiery Lotus Dance.
However, why did he have to chase after her?
As Emily thought back to the earlier fight, she suddenly felt that something wasn't right. This iron mask was extremely powerful. However … he didn't have enough killing intent.
Emily propped her body up with great difficulty. At this moment, the iron mask had split open and fallen off.
That was when a familiar face appeared before her eyes!
Instantly, Emily was petrified. Her face instantly turned pale, while tears uncontrollably fell from her eyes. No matter how difficult the training was, she would still persevere on. She wasn't afraid of death. However … why did he have to do this!
Why did he have to do this!
Barran appeared to have been infected by brother King. The more he lost, the more excited he became. After much difficulty, he had finally found a suitable feeling. He was also able to feel his improvement. This feeling caused him to not want to waste even a single second. Nevertheless, Wang Zhong and Scarlet, who were watching from the outside, felt that his understanding wasn't completely correct.
Wang Zhong and Scarlet always felt that the time they spent chatting and discussing passed by extremely quickly. Even if it was a very small matter, the two of them would always be able to create endless topics to talk about. Furthermore, it was rather natural. Wang Zhong's words were able to extend Scarlet's thoughts, while Scarlet's words were able to give Wang Zhong different levels of inspiration.
Unknowingly, it had already become late at night. By the time he returned to his dormitory, it was already very late.
Despite the heated discussions happening on the Skylink, Wang Zhong didn't have too many areas worth recalling about that fight. The so-called learning and details that others might see as splendid, in his eyes, were just the pursuit of the feeling of his fire attribute special ability. It wasn't as complicated as the speculations from others.
He could feel that the mysterious Sovereign of Flames had a certain level of goodwill towards him, especially during their last meeting. Thinking back to that moment, Wang Zhong felt that the seed of his transformation had been sown from that moment. The pursuit of the feeling of fire in today's fight was just a lure. If not, if he had just purely built up his fire resistance, regardless of how much he comprehended it, he would absolutely not be able to achieve the effect of immunity. Even if his soul was as special as Aioros had said, he would absolutely not be able to reach that level.
It wasn't just his fire attribute special ability. Wang Zhong increasingly felt that the strength of his soul wasn't too compatible with his body. He might not be able to feel it in the hyperdimension or even the OP, but this feeling would be very obvious once he returned to the real world. This would undoubtedly be a huge pitfall for him in the CHF.
In fact, it wasn't just him. Although Wang Zhong didn't say anything about it, he was actually feeling slightly anxious in his heart. It wasn't that he wasn't improving, but it was really too slow. Not only Barran, Scarlet, Milami, and even the group of third years were all in the same situation. They were hardworking, but their improvement was slow.
Old Greene had also looked for him a few times during this period of time. Occasionally, when he chatted with Scarlet, he could faintly confirm that the Eastern Region Parliament was extremely dissatisfied with Tianjing's situation over the past few years. They were occupying the latrine pit of a famous school, eating up resources without laying eggs. There were already quite a few complaints about Old Greene taking up the position of headmaster. This wasn't a joke. The Greene Family wasn't a powerful family, but an elite family. They had produced a few outstanding soldiers, scientists, and management talents. It could be said that the Federation relied on such families to maintain its vitality. However, they were definitely not the ruling class.
Unless, they could really produce some results this time.
Previously, he had wanted to participate in the CHF for the sake of the promise that had moved his heart. However, after becoming the captain and shouldering the expectations of his squadron members, old Greene, and even the entire academy, Wang Zhong would occasionally feel that he had shouldered a lot more. This was no longer just a personal matter.
Indeed, Grai was very strong, to the point that even Wang Zhong was completely unable to see through his limits. In every single fight, including the one against two against Saxon Academy, Wang Zhong had always felt that Grai still had some strength left over. This was a fellow that was hard to measure using current standards. As of now, Wang Zhong felt that he should be able to look forward to Emily's return. However, this didn't mean that Wang Zhong felt that it was enough. One had to look at what kind of opponent they were facing.
Recently, various kinds of information regarding the CHF had started to appear on the Skylink. The OP officials and the Federation had also started to introduce the seeded participants and squadrons that were participating in this CHF. Just as everyone had predicted before the start of the competition, the shadows of the 10 great aristocratic families, as well as some hidden elites, had started to appear. With the participation of these super elites from the great aristocratic families, the original strong and weak structure of the CHF might undergo an earth-shattering change. The top 4 of the previous CHF might not even be able to squeeze into the top 16 this time.
These were just some of the discussions that could be seen by the general public. With Wang Zhong's A rank authority, he was able to see some of the inner regions and understand even more.
It could be said that this CHF was a competition between the various great academies, as well as a competition between the various great aristocratic families. This was a competition for the true power and influence of the great aristocratic families. The CHF's 100 year celebration was very likely to be accompanied by a change in the political and economic structure. The competition for benefits required the rules of the game. The various great aristocratic families had undoubtedly tacitly acknowledged the CHF as a battlefield. Its importance and influence would far exceed what the average person could see on the surface.
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