Stepping on the solid cement floor that seemed to have not been cleaned many times, enduring the smell of dust in the air, the faint smell of gunpowder, and a scent of stinking smell of animal feces that seemed to be emitted from the spirit, Wright slowly stepped forward and walked towards the center of the warehouse room.

"Come on training now? Captain?" Wright asked.

In just a moment, a relatively "skilled" part of his memory was suddenly activated, and a simple fighting skill that did not belong to the category of extraordinary power and was not mixed with any magical power came into his mind.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly became cautious and began to abandon all the furnishings around him, poor decorations, and the players watching the training around him under the dim lights.

His spirit is concentrating on the opponent in front of him, his captain Windeck.

"I don't think there is any problem, but I still have to make a statement in advance. This fight training is actually the most essential tradition of our "Wind Team".

The specific cause cannot be verified, but at least from the decades after the New Yuan Dynasty, it has become our tradition at that time, and it is considered a test for newcomers." Windeck made a "pre-war explanation" with a deep voice.

"The test of newcomers?"

Wright was confused at first, and then a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he was facing the long dark night.

Peter's [scholar] really mobilized himself to a good place. Such a responsible team and captain may be rare everywhere.

After all, if you are a civilian position, you will be on the job immediately if you simply wear formal clothes, tie, and have a dignified interview.

There is a shortage of talents in the wasteland world, and the empire has always been fighting against "unintentional people" and "lost people". If you join the legion and become a front-line [warrior], most physical examinations will usually be omitted. If the psychics are better, after showing their magic power or extraordinary power, they will be sent directly to the front line and immediately perform combat missions.

Only a very small number of responsible legions or officers, such as the Sunnetsk Legion, the Socra Guards and Legion, will have a small number of captains and generals to conduct combat capability tests, or "pre-job training".

"The test, yes, is a test. This is the rule, and this is the rule of the 'New Wind Team' and even our Shnetsk Legion. We usually find an excuse for new players to 'train'. If there is no excuse, then we need to create excuses.

You must not be angry about this. After all, the appearance of "unintentional people" is without any signs or any reason. And once they and the "lost people" want to attack you or devour your body, they usually don't look for any reasonable reasons. Get it!"

Windeck said, his mouth tilting up hard, and his vicissitudes of face and cold eyes made Wright feel like a beast watching his easy-to-get prey.

Humans have the breath of human beings, and wild beasts have the breath of wild beasts. When one side reveals its breath and the vision is poured into the spirit of the other side, it usually gives the weak side the consequences of collapse.

This is the importance of memorizing in Wright's mind second only to the self-suggestion chanted in the "Safety Code" and the Guards Ordinances when resisting mental attacks.

The "pre-war explanation" between the two sides came to an abrupt end with Windeck and Wright standing face to face in the center of the room.

As Windeck bowed slightly, Wright half bowed and greeted. The two sides were five meters apart, silently staring at each other, and did not immediately launch an attack.

Instead, both of them murmur and recited their own spirit-knit spells. Slowly, gradually began to surge in the still-filled magic power in their bodies, ready to end the battle between one blow and win this "training".

The powerful magic source powers formed a side that was not physical and could not be seen with the naked eye, making the already very cold underground space around them even colder, giving the players around them a feeling of being in the Cruzder Icefield or the Icefield in winter.

Even the few untidy team members just now felt a sharp aura of violence and slaughter, and also a faint air flu surrounded this dark and depressing atmosphere.

"It seems that this kid is not bad. If we were to us, if the captain stood there and the magic power surged a little, we would probably have to wet our pants. No matter how bad we were, we would have to hug our heads and cry, kneel down and beg for mercy. After all, the spiritual suppression power is too strong. The captain has experienced many life-and-death tests." A team member muttered in a low voice.

"That's right..." Another team member echoed in a low voice, even covering half of his mouth with his hands, trying not to prevent the beastly Windeck, who was filled with the aura of killing, noticed him.

"This is still a fighting training for us. If the other legions are not afraid of death [warriors] and psychics, and even the lost people of the "giant church" who challenged us last time, the captain broke his neck with just one blow, and even made his crotch wet and stenched out."

"Yes, this kid is unusual. No wonder he was arranged last night and will report it today. If the Empire had talents like the captain and this kid, let alone the Lost, even the legendary God of Order, I'm afraid the Empire would not take it seriously."

...

The whispers of other members of the "New Wind Team" did not affect the two people who were in the center and were playing spiritual power based on the magic source power.

In the non-entity game, Windeck's dark gray left eye suddenly observed that a very abnormal red color flashed through Wright's eyes.

Just like the bloodthirsty leader of the blood clan he had seen, like the "heartless bats" with red eyes he encountered when he was in the northern border of the empire.

Even as the magic power gradually filled, a faint redness emitting a slight radiance of Wright's body.

Windeck subconsciously realized that the flames did not belong to the hot flames, but rather scarlet, blood that was fascinated and fishy.

After observing this, Windeck actually felt the temperature around him drop sharply. His body suddenly felt the cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and made a sudden, undetectable tremor.

Even his forehead covered with short hair began to seep out sweat beads of soybeans, along the dark brown scars, along the vicissitudes of vicissitudes and angular cheeks, to his chin, and then unconsciously dripped on his left-hand prosthetic made of steel and other alloys.

Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

The sound of water droplets not only came into Windeck's ears, but also affected his spirit, but also affected Wright.

Since he stood there just now and the magic source power was surging in confrontation, he felt that the space around him seemed to have become much dimmed.

The gloss of the dim gas lamp became quieter and quieter, as if the fuel inside was gradually exhausted.

Although the surrounding space seems cold, it is very dry and there is no possibility of water droplets.

Wright thought, he could feel that there seemed to be some mysterious power around him that could not be seen by the naked eye, perhaps it was a simple magic source power, or perhaps it was some kind of difficult entity to spy on.

Although his spiritual power has always been inexplicably strong, it is difficult to be affected by any fantasy and bizarre things.

But because the magic power emitted from Windeck's body is not clear at present, and the dark and depressing environment around him made him and Windeck realize a problem at the same time.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Thinking of this, Wright and Windeck smiled knowingly at the same time.

But in the eyes of Feng He and other team members around him, the faces of the two men, half reflected by the dim light, seemed so strange, as if they were the devil in the abyss, showing a strange smile, waiting for the humans who accidentally entered it.

However, just a few seconds later, the two of them half-squatted at the same time, clasped their fists and placed them in a fighting posture on their chests, staring at each subtle movement on their bodies with sharp and cautious eyes.

Try to find possible flaws from the clues exposed on the other party's body.

"attack."

The first person to be unable to stabilize was Windeck, and his mental strength was significantly affected by Wright.

After all, he had no way of knowing that there was a special red magic power in Lait's body, a power that surpassed the cognition of most magicians, losers and psychics.

He needs to rely on his strong physical fitness to achieve the very important "first-hand advantage" mentioned in any fighting skills.

Thinking of this, he quickly tightened the muscles of his left leg and poured a little magic power into his right leg.

Then, he stretched out his left arm as thick as a tree trunk, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Wright with a heavy pace like a ten-ton mechanical beast.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Wright naturally did not choose to force himself. After all, from the comparison of body shape and strength, his body looks like a flexible cat.

Windeck is more like a sturdy desert wolf, or even a forest tiger or a huge, legendary dragon clan with huge bodies.

Therefore, he adopted the tactic of avoiding attacks as much as possible and finding gaps and flaws to counterattack.

Every time he waved his fist, Windeck injected some magic power as a helper, making the fists in Wright's field of vision mixed with a circle of flashing and erratic halos.

Windeck's mountain-like body shape still brought Wright a sense of oppression deep into his subconscious mind.

After avoiding the heavy and powerful punch attacks seven or eight times, the strong fist, which was as big as a helmet, still focused his heart heavily.

Dong!

The dull sound as if hitting the thick steel plate came from Wright's chest, even mixed with a hint of indescribable ethereal inspiration.

But to Wright's surprise, the hard-working blow did not bring him any pain, nor did he even feel any impact on his internal organs.

The fist did not cause much substantial damage to Wright's body. Instead, it was urgently driven by Wright's relatively strong body and the red magic power filled with the body, which covered the body with the "Chin Kite's Tail Shield" and eliminated all the strength.

"Opportunity!" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Wright's mouth, and he said inexplicably.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and pressed his body down as much as possible. At the same time, his right hand quickly clenched his fist, as if he poured all his strength on his right arm.

He waved his fists and issued the most powerful boxing since he traveled to the world.

At the bottom of Windeck's angular face, there were still a few unscrapped stubble left.

puff!

A strange sound came out.

Unlike Windeck's sound of bombarding Wright, the sound of Wright's counterattack was like hitting the real body, which felt soft and not like hitting the bone.

In amazement, Wright seemed to have briefly forgotten the relatively important point in fighting and a very important point in the game of magic power.

That is, don’t hesitate in an emergency battle, you need to be decisive, you need to be brave, and make the most beneficial judgment in the shortest time.

But Windeck is a veteran [warrior] and a sophisticated psychic.

In just 0.3 seconds, his brain quickly informed him that Wright's attack was embarrassed. After only 0.2 seconds of thinking, he quickly extended his mechanical prosthetic left arm and punched towards Wright's abdomen, instantly breaking the "shield" constructed by his red magic power.

Staggering, Wright quickly retreated seven or eight steps. It was not until Windeck's attack's strength was relieved by the distance that he gained a few precious seconds, panting and eased.

After the initial numbness, Letter suddenly felt a sensation of severe pain and dizziness. The pain came from the abdomen, the impact-like pain, and dizziness came from the head, as if he was having a nightmare that could not wake up, half-dream and half-awake, between clarity and chaos.

He shook his head hard to try to wake up, but then, Wright found that the field of vision in his right eye suddenly turned into a blood-red color, and his nose suddenly felt a sense of explosion. With a casual touch, a trace of red liquid suddenly appeared on the skin of his index finger.

Bleeding, Windeck is ruthless enough, wait, not just nosebleeds!

Looking at his right hand, Wright suddenly realized that the part of his tactical gloves had been pierced by objects like fangs, leaving five small holes that gushed out of blood.

Half of the gloves had been stained with dark red, but the right hand felt a strange numbness and no pain was noticed.

Just as he was surprised, Wright suddenly looked up and from the left and right sides of Windeck's neck, two blue blood vessels covered with suction cups and tiny eyeballs stretched out.

At the end of each blood vessel, there were two terrifying heads that looked like sharks connected!
Chapter completed!