"There's no need to talk about the Deep One effect, I'm most proficient in shooting, be it firearms or crossbow throwing, they're all my specialties" Mo Qiong replied.
Mike smiled. He was a self-proclaimed expert in firearms, so he naturally didn't think that Mo Qiong's proficiency in shooting was anything special.
After all, Mo Qiong hadn't even been an outer member for a single day, so he didn't have many opportunities to practice his shooting, so Mike's so-called proficiency was probably just passable.
Mo Qiong continued: "My physical fitness is decent, an anomaly greatly increased my heart and lungs, so my physical fitness is at the level of an athlete. I haven't learned any martial arts, but I have no problems fighting"
Mike's expression was strange. Anyone who claimed that they hadn't learned any martial arts but were good at fighting was usually just bragging.
From his experience, anyone who said that was basically someone who hadn't seen the world and thought that they were good at fighting, only to be instantly defeated by a real martial arts expert.
But was Mo Qiong someone who hadn't seen the world? Mike couldn't really comment on that, so he remained silent.
Mo Qiong continued: "My willpower isn't bad either, I've participated in a test before, and the Blue and White Society's Professor gave me a very high evaluation"
Mike and Yang Zhou exchanged glances. Willpower was something that wasn't easy to comment on. The Professor had indeed given a very high evaluation, perhaps he was just being polite.
The willpower required to become a member was a true iron will, not something that could be confirmed by a simple 'your willpower is firm'.
They didn't know that the reason Mo Qiong was able to say that was because the test he participated in was a willpower training for official members.
Under the willpower training where he turned into a fetus rat and was swallowed by a snake, the Professor wasn't just being polite when he said that his willpower was top-notch.
Mo Qiong was only stating the truth, there was nothing to hide here since he had to practice everything.
"If I have to say, I'm not good at driving, I'm also lacking in knowledge. Although I majored in mechanical engineering, my grades are average, my math is only at high school level at most" Mo Qiong concluded.
Everyone silently noted that down. With that introduction, they all had an idea of what to do.
Each of them had their own strengths, but overall, Du Xiaoyu was the weakest. Other than being slightly more cultured and knowledgeable, his other shortcomings were obvious.
Yang Zhou was a jack of all trades without any obvious shortcomings, while Mike's physical fitness and combat ability were particularly outstanding, but he hadn't studied much.
Mo Qiong, on the other hand, was not easy to evaluate. He felt that he was only slightly stronger than Du Xiaoyu.
Because when Mo Qiong said that he was good at something, it didn't sound like he was very good at it. It sounded like he was only outstanding among ordinary people.
"In that case, let's help each other in the future and progress together."
"You still have to take the test tomorrow. Rest early now," Yang Zhou said.
Everyone dispersed. Although everyone had their own room, there was only a bed and a cabinet in each room.
The treatment here was much worse than in the Restricted Area, but Mo Qiong didn't mind. He even felt that it was quite amazing that he still had a room and a bed to sleep in.
Perhaps it was because the official special training hadn't started yet. After a while, there probably wouldn't be such a good bed to sleep on or a hot bath to take.
When they crossed the forest earlier, Mo Qiong had found some logs that had been cut down, as well as traces of a camp.
Come to think of it, this apartment could not be lived in all the time.
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The next day at 6 am, Mo Qiong woke up early.
He went downstairs and found that many people had woken up even earlier.
Many people were doing morning exercises and chatting by the beach, waiting for the instructor to arrive.
When they saw Mo Qiong, they all greeted, "Hi, Mo Qiong."
"Mo Qiong!"
People from all directions called out to him and introduced themselves.
Mo Qiong responded to them one by one and remembered a lot of their names. After walking for about 100 meters, he got to know more than 50 people.
Everyone was wearing the same clothes. It was the same gray unlined shirt and trousers.
This was in every room's wardrobe, and there were different sizes. Everyone could find their own set.
Come to think of it, everyone had looked through their own wardrobe. As long as they weren't idiots, they would know that they had to wear this set today.
Because there was a number on the belt of this set.
Everyone's number was different. Mo Qiong was number 66.
Since everyone was wearing it, there was no need for anyone to say it. The instructor probably didn't mention it on purpose so that everyone would get used to thinking on their own.
Of course, there was also someone who didn't wear it, and that was Du Xiaoyu.
It wasn't that he didn't know, but he was naked and flopping by the beach alone, practicing swimming hard.
"When did you come?" Mo Qiong walked over and asked.
Du Xiaoyu climbed out of the water with a bitter face. Water was dripping from his nose. Obviously, he drank a lot …
"4 o 'clock …" He said.
Mo Qiong sighed. Du Xiaoyu woke up early and practiced here for two hours.
It was obvious that he really wanted to make up for this shortcoming, but his talent was really bad.
Back then, Mo Qiong was thrown directly into the water. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of it. He didn't need anyone to teach him, and he understood it on his own in a few hours.
"There's still a test today. Don't waste too much energy. Come up, let's go eat breakfast," Mo Qiong said.
Unexpectedly, Du Xiaoyu shook his head. "There's no breakfast. I was the first to wake up. I searched the surrounding buildings, but there's no canteen. Around 5 o 'clock, Jimmy came out for a stroll. I went to ask him. He smiled and pointed at the forest over there … He meant that we'll settle it ourselves. "
Mo Qiong looked at the forest. Indeed, there were many people wandering around the edge of the forest, looking for food to make do.
However, unless they went deep into the forest, there was nothing to eat at the edge. Only some coconuts and grapes could be eaten.
"It's better to have something to eat than nothing," Mo Qiong said. Mo Qiong said. If they didn't want that special dinner last night, many people could just find food to satisfy their hunger. This wasn't a problem for them.
Du Xiaoyu said, "Look what this is."
He ran to where his clothes were lying on the sand and dug out some oysters.
"There was a lot, but you woke up late. The whole area was eaten clean. I picked these up earlier," Du Xiaoyu said with a smile.
"Eat it. This isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth." With that said, Mo Qiong took off his clothes and jumped into the sea.
Du Xiaoyu hurriedly shouted, "There's no fish nearby. Someone searched …"
He said it too late. Mo Qiong disappeared with a splash.
Du Xiaoyu was helpless. He could only wait by the beach. Many people heard the commotion and looked over.
"He wants to catch fish? That's difficult. The nearest school of fish is at least 800 meters away. "
"Fish are slippery. How can he catch it with his bare hands?"
Everyone watched for a while and couldn't sit still. A few minutes had passed, but Mo Qiong still didn't show his head …
He didn't even need to take a breath. Other than Xiaoyu and the rest, no one knew about this.
After a few minutes, a wave came out of the sea and Mo Qiong ran ashore. His hands were placed on both sides of the sea to hook the fish. His legs were moving as if he couldn't stop himself from running.
"Slurp … Four big fish …" Everyone saw Mo Qiong holding the fish gills with his fingers and two fish in each of his hands.
Then, their attention focused on Mo Qiong's left chest.
There was a huge scar, probably caused by blisters, right in the middle of his heart.
The scar was hideous, as if a giant hand had dug out his heart and lungs. There was a circle of radial lacerations around it, like an abstract sun.
It was obvious that a large piece of flesh was missing. The scar was slightly sunken and water droplets were dripping.
"Brother, help me light a fire!"
Mo Qiong carried the fish and came to a group of classmates who were grilling oysters.
The few of them looked at Mo Qiong in a daze and hurriedly made way. "You use it, you use it …"
"I'll add some firewood." The fire was a little small. Someone ran to pick up some dry branches.
As Mo Qiong grilled the fish, the people around him started discussing.
The scar looked too scary. What did he go through?
Someone went to ask Du Xiaoyu, Mike and the rest, but even they didn't know.
"I don't know. He didn't say anything last night …" Mike said blankly.
"Could it be that he encountered danger when the containment failed? This kind of injury is like walking on the edge of death, "someone said.
Yang Zhou said, "He only mentioned a little about the containment failure. It didn't seem dangerous."
"Are you stupid? Containment failure isn't dangerous? Do you know how many people died? You worked for the Blue and White Club for nothing. Oh right, I asked. That sword was transformed when one of his friends died during the containment failure. Think about it. He turned a person into a sword and dug out his heart and lungs. It must have been a narrow escape for him to survive. Just because he didn't say anything doesn't mean there isn't any danger. "That person was speechless.
Yang Zhou and Mike looked at each other. They thought so too, but Mo Qiong said it too calmly last night, so they were a little disappointed.
From the looks of it, it wasn't really that calm. Maybe it was because of the confidentiality agreement and some sad things that Mo Qiong didn't want to talk about.
Just look at that terrifying, fatal scar. How many stories are there behind it?
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