After all, this kind of thing sounds really incredible. A weak boy was able to rely on a wonderful battle to defeat opponents who were far stronger than him in the training camp. It felt like a boring joke.

However, the law and morality are no longer so considered. After witnessing and experiencing the magic of martial arts with one's own eyes, he suddenly discovered that this unheard combat technique does have a terrifying and terrifying power.

He never imagined that someone could launch a counterattack from such a position and angle when he was attacked. Moreover, one shot was hit and one shot was sure to kill.

If this is not an ordinary training camp, it is a battlefield for life and death. If the battle just now was not an ordinary competition, but a real gun and a sword fight. Then, I had already been stabbed through the back of the young man with a sword and turned into an unconscious corpse.

The wooden sword in Song Xiaoye's hand had already been pulled under his wrist. He stood there quietly, without saying a word. He only used his eyes that could penetrate everything and keenly captured the smallest movement from law and morality.

That strange feeling came again. Why do I feel like a woman?

Song Xiaoye is a very smart guy.

He knew very well that the emergence of law and morality was an accident. However, this additional factor could help him climb to a higher peak.

Thinking is really a wonderful thing that cannot be explained in words.

After gaining the wisdom of alien civilization, Song Xiaoye naturally developed unstoppable ambitions deep in his heart. He wanted to become stronger. It was not just physical and martial arts. More so, it was the inducement from the outside world.

What does it feel like to be below one person and above ten thousand people?

What would I look like if I was supported and worn by countless people?

In my future, will it be a demon general who holds heavy hands? Or is it a demon prince who ruled one side? Or is it more likely to become a demon emperor who is arrogant and majestic in the world?

Everyone has ambitions. Everyone may have fantasized about the illusion that one day they will become the master of the world. From this perspective, Song Xiaoye’s various ideas deep in his heart are more like illusions than ambitions. And the reason for such thoughts is even simpler than that of everyone in this world. I know more than everyone in this world, and it is enough to master all the secrets of changing the world.

Of course, in addition to this, there is the most important point buried in his inner world.

I don't want to eat people anymore. I don't want to return to this kind of barbarism that is forced to be caused by hunger.

Song Xiaoye felt that there were a lot of information and influences from strangers in his mind, but it was very vague. However, there were two words, but it was extremely clear.

Su Hao.

Who is Su Hao?

The emergence of law and morality is a springboard.

Arms are what the demon empire attaches most importance to and is also the foundation for the entire empire to survive. Having more powerful warriors has always been the most urgent hope of the imperial military headquarters.

If you want to make a name for yourself, you must let the top leaders of the empire know their existence. You must let the military headquarters, which has only believed in power for thousands of years, understand that in this world, there are far more terrifying and terrifying murderous martial arts than brute force.

Looking at the pale cheeks of law, principles and virtue, Song Xiaoye knew clearly that he had done it.

A young man who does not have any fighting spirit actually tightly controls a powerful black iron warrior when his power balance is absolutely uneven. This is a jaw-dropping miracle in itself.

"Tell me, who did you learn this kind of martial arts from?"

Walking out of the field, he regained his moral character and morality on his face, and raised the most urgent question he was concerned about with lingering fear and emotion. Naturally, the answers he got from Song Xiaoye were exactly the same as those Hecken knew before.

"Genius, it's simply a genius!"

After amazement, there was obviously a little more praise-related affirmation in the eyes of the jurisprudence and virtue.

Song Xiaoye did not lie. Those incredible and skillful tricks were indeed the original alien civilizations, who evolved from the fighting action of wild beasts. Although many changes suitable for human body movement were added to it, anyone familiar with the habits of wild beasts could see at a glance the real source of the powerful killing move of one blow.

No one doubts what he said. There is no more reasonable explanation than this statement.

After feeling sad, the law and morality felt that their heart was filled with great luck. The birth of such a smart boy in his clan was a generous gift from the great demon to his believers. Indeed, this assassination martial arts could not exert much power when the two armies confronted each other. However, its real function lies in assassination. It can be imagined that if all the senior officers of a human army were killed, the final outcome of the war would be like.

Thinking of this, he quickly walked to Song Xiaoye and patted the other party's shoulder carefully: "From now on, you will be the special elected soldier of the empire, directly governed by the military headquarters. I will report everything that happened here to the Grand Marshal in the shortest time. During this period, you will be the highest commander of all the trainees in this camp. The tentative squadron leader of the military rank. All treatments will be given to the regular soldiers."

As he said that, Far Lide reached out to take off the round black iron badge from his armor and carefully pinned it on Kamen's chest.

This action caused all the veterans present to shine with their eyes as hot as flames.

They knew very well what it represented. It meant that the original owner of this black iron badge gave something that symbolized his identity and strength to another object by giving it to him.

This is a kind of recognition. A kind of mutual recognition of the strength of opponents.

The sending of warrior badges is generally carried out by the Warrior Guild of the two great empires of human and demons. However, in some special circumstances, the badge owner will also be transferred to the opponent who defeats his or her. After all, those who can defeat the badge warriors themselves already have powerful powers beyond them.

"Badge...hey! This kid is only fifteen years old, but he actually becomes a black iron warrior. It's really..."

A veteran wearing inferior leather armor and bare on his head sighed jealously. It soon resonated among the instructors.

The demons advocate martial arts and can become a black iron warrior, or even higher-level bronze warrior, silver warrior, which is the greatest dream in the hearts of all soldiers. This is not only a symbol of identity and honor, but also a tragic fate of not having to worry about starving to death due to food scarcity. The badge warrior is the elite of the imperial army. According to the military provisions: in the most difficult time, even if the supplies of hundreds of ordinary soldiers are reduced, the food supply of any badge warrior must be guaranteed.

Song Xiaoye stood there blankly, gently rubbing the badge on his chest with his palm. He never dreamed that an ordinary fight would win so much for himself.

Badge, that is, from now on, I am a black iron warrior and an officer of the demon empire.

I seemed to have been an officer before, and I was also a general.

Suddenly, he rushed out of the training ground like crazy, clutching the legal and moral reins that had already ridden on the horse and were about to leave the camp. He shouted loudly with all his might: "Sir, can you still count the conditions you promised just now?"

"Conditions? What are the conditions?" Fa Lide quickly grabbed the horse's head and asked in surprise.

"You said that as long as I win, I will forgive him for his death sentence." Song Xiaoye pointed to the boy tied to a wooden pillar in the distance and asked expectantly: "You shouldn't forget this, right?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Fa Lide smiled strangely, leaned over and leaned against his ear from the horse's back, and whispered mysteriously: "However, you seem to have forgotten what I just said. Don't forget that you are already a black iron warrior who I have recognized, a formal officer of the Imperial Army, a squadron leader who is enough to rule the entire training camp. Therefore, the real power to determine his life and death is actually in your hands. Hahahaha!"

Amid the wild laughter, Fa Lide suddenly shook the reins and controlled the horse under his seat to rush out of the camp like lightning. Only a horse's hoof mark was left in the wet muddy ground.

Everyone in the training camp gathered in the empty field. The eyes that looked at Song Xiaoye were filled with admiration, conscience, fear, and doubt that they could clearly understand without verbal explanation.

The tied boy had been untied from the wooden pillar. He had just been pulled back from the vein of death, but did not return to the original queue. Instead, he slowly walked to Song Xiaoye with his hands hanging down, bent his knees and knelt down. With gratitude and determination on his face, he said word by word: "Sir, from today on, my life belongs to you!"

"May I have your name?"

"Wishen...Wishen Steal." The boy took a deep breath and knocked his slightly pale forehead heavily among the hard gravels. The flying blood splashed everywhere: "You saved me, and I am your servant. Forever!"

This is the most solemn oath of the demon clan. It is also the highest oath that can never be violated. Even the villains among the demon clan who are extremely guilty and dare to kill their father and mother will never dare to change the heavy oath they have made without authorization. It is said that the result of doing so will be knocked to hell by the greatest demon god forever, and will forever wander in the hungry realm of being bitten by thousands of ghosts.

The daily training of the warrior camp in Lore Town was not interrupted by the birth of Song Xiaoye, a new black iron warrior. On the contrary, when every teenager trainee looked at him, his eyes were filled with great admiration and hot light.

The laws of the Demon Empire stipulate that within the scope of all civilian settlements, warrior training camps of corresponding levels must be built according to the size of the local town. The organization of one hundred people happens to be a complete demon army squadron.

Like Kamon, all the teenagers in the training camp came from nearby villages. They grew up together and were actually quite familiar with each other. However, among the people they knew, a leader who had both strength and identity was far higher than that of them. The joy of pride, as well as the complex mood of loss and jealousy made them subconsciously want to surpass everything and make themselves stronger, more vigorous and hotter than ever.

In the hearts of all the young men, they have unknowingly regarded Song Xiaoye as the biggest object of imitation.

He is very strong. He is strong enough to defeat the masters of the military headquarters, and subdue the Black Iron Warrior with one move and replace it.

He does not allow anyone to hurt his companion. In order to make a young man who must be killed in the monthly ranking, he will be willing to bet on his life. All he wants is to keep the other party safe.

He is very smart and created a mysterious and exquisite assassination martial arts alone. His strength is the best in the camp.

He is a black iron warrior. Even the veterans who struggled through the sea of ​​corpses and blood were envious of this honor.

He is also the squadron leader appointed by the military headquarters. This alone is enough to give him absolute authority among all trainees.

The demon clan advocates martial arts. Heroes have always been the objects of worship of demons. However, no matter how perfect the legend is, it is more convincing than the living examples in reality. Especially in this small town next to the Dark Mountains, everything that just happened in the training camp was enough to be regarded as a legendary topic by the townsmen for a long time.

The battle with law and morality made all the young men see the terrible martial arts skills. They all asked to enter Song Xiaoye's training class for guidance. Even Mos, who is recognized by everyone as the strongest and most powerful boxing force in the training camp, is no exception.

However, to their surprise, Song Xiaoye did not teach everyone the same assassination skills. He just selected twenty other teenagers with weak constitutions and received assassination training with the first eleven people. The remaining strong men began to learn an unprecedented new martial art under his arrangement.

"Lemurs are weak, and tigers and leopards are strong. Therefore, for weak people, only by exerting their agility and flexibility to the extreme can they kill them with one blow when their opponents are most careless. By the same token, if a strong person can maximize his own advantages, then even the most powerful opponent will be completely subdued in the face of this irresistible torrent of power."

Among the fighting skills of alien civilizations, there is a fierce killing called "Five Tigers Broken Gate Knife".

After walking in Song Xiaoye's posture, Mos immediately became obsessed with this kind of martial arts that opened and closed. Compared with the simple swings, chopping, and cutting, the ingenious spiral, side killing, and oblique slashing techniques of the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Knife" technique, all of which were full of shocking powerful power. Even when the veterans in the camp executive Heken and other veterans saw it, they stood there in a daze, and could no longer close the mouth that was enough to stuff into a fist because of excessive shock.

"Damn, if I had learned this martial arts earlier, what would the human general be like? So what if I can't fight? I can still chop them over and take off the heads of these guys as a ball." A one-armed veteran looked at the teenagers who were trained seriously in the field and spat hard with emotion.

Not only him, this is a common thought deep in the hearts of almost all camp instructors.

Who would have thought that an ordinary short sword could evolve into various attack methods such as chop, stab, and slash in the moment of waving. Who would have thought that the function of a spear is not just a simple sprint. It can also become a nightmare of death that cannot break into the opponent in front of you under the cover of several sword and shield hands, and under the protection of a few sword and shield hands, and with full protection, it will become a nightmare of death that cannot break into the opponent in front of you forever.

A month has passed. The soldiers' training camp in Lore Town is also quietly undergoing earth-shaking changes.

According to convention, Hecken, as an executive, must record his daily training situation and compile it into a camp log. At the end of the month, he has to write his daily work into a monthly report and hand it over to the military recruit training department for review. Therefore, when all training camp officials report monthly, they often slightly compress the training results of this month. After all, this report will become the military's inspection standard for new recruits to a certain extent. It is also the most real evidence to measure whether an executive is diligent and whether he has lies.

Hurken was an honest man. After hesitating, he decided to leave a monthly report that seemed completely reasonable in his opinion on the basis of weakening certain facts.

"May of the 3,614th year of the Demon God Calendar, Lore Training Camp Monthly"

"This month, the CCP needs five sword skills instructors and five gun skills instructors. There are actually ten people. There are 98 trainees in the camp, and two are missing."

"This month's training subjects: Basic combat level 3. The head instructor, the second-level veteran Hucken and other eleven people. Additional subjects: assassination and combat skills. The head instructor, the captain of the Imperial Army, and the black iron-level badge soldier Song Xiaoye. Training results: All battalion personnel meet the expected standards. Comprehensive ability assessment of new recruits: regular sergeants. The team's actual combat power assessment: B."

Putting down the slightly damp parchment roll in his hand, a helpless and bitter smile appeared on Heken's face.

He is very clear: Once this monthly report is submitted, it will cause a sensation to the entire military.

Under normal circumstances, the evaluation criteria for the combat effectiveness of the recruit training team are based entirely on the actual combat effectiveness of the Imperial Army. Generally speaking, even in a camp with good training conditions, the combat effectiveness level will at most hover around "E" or "D-". It has never broken through the "D" level limit. Not to mention that it is like now, a big "B" was written in the report.

Class A is synonymous with the most elite troops in the demon army. As for ordinary troops, they can often only reach B. As for the fearful "S" level... It is said that only the guards unit with only one thousand people around His Majesty the Demon Emperor can win this honor.

A new recruit has reached the level of combat power comparable to the regular army before he has finished all training subjects. It is a huge joke to say this.
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