The God’s grace is preserved, in the mysterious No. 1 training camp in the eyes of various major forces.

Chen Yuan finally completed the whole day of training, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted. He lay in the steaming bathhouse, feeling the comfort of the hot water on his skin, closed his eyes and recalling the training of the divine protection.

The training here is definitely high intensity and cruel.

In addition to the most basic fighting movements, long-distance running, and military posture, there is also a balanced training that has been added.

Chen Yuan could not forget the embarrassment after being tied to the roulette and was spinning for more than 30 minutes, and could not forget the pain of falling on the solid ground for an hour on the balance beam. He swore that if it were before, he would have been exhausted and scarred.

It may even be scarred for life due to this high-intensity training.

But strangely, Chen Yuan found that as they ate the incredibly delicious bread and other meals in the canteen, their physical injuries healed with a tendency that could be seen by the naked eye, and their physical strength also recovered.

The bathing at night made them feel more energetic and recovered from the fatigue of the whole day.

If it weren't for the time limit, Chen Yuan believed that none of the brothers here would leave here.

This bathhouse is so comfortable!

"Dong."

Wang Ping changed into a black suit, swept his eyes across the bathhouse, gently tapped the bronze bell, and said loudly: "The time for meditation is up, change your clothes immediately within 3 minutes and gather in the auditorium."

"yes!"

Hearing the order from the deputy regiment commander Wang Ping, Chen Yuan instinctively raised his left arm and saluted, then climbed out of the bathhouse without any hesitation, and went to the auditorium after finishing the decoration with his brothers.

The auditorium is the place used by this school to hold meetings, and it is similar to the space layout of the stairs classroom. If you squeeze it a little, you can still fill a thousand people.

Wang Ping stood on the podium, but suddenly bowed and took a step back.

Just when Chen Yuan and other mercenaries were confused, they suddenly saw a clear figure emerging from the air on the podium. The silver mask was filled with powerful pressure in every move. It was the commander who intimidated them during the day!

Lin Han removed the lurking technique and looked at the future mercenaries of the Holy Land City with satisfaction. After nodding slightly, he released the sarcastic cicada and began to explain the method of meditation.

The low-intensity chirping moaning made Chen Yuan and others dare to make a sloppy. With Lin Han's explanation, they gradually became familiar with and mastered the methods of guiding their own spirit into a state of meditation.

Ten minutes later...

The entire auditorium, including Wang Ping, all closed their eyes and entered a meditation state.

Lin Han collected the momentum music, stretched his waist, and then stepped out of the auditorium.

The training camp is on track. After you can form a mercenary group, you can draw 200 people to use it.

Lin Han thought, and walked out of school, without taking a bus, just walking, walking alone in the quiet forest at night, feeling the breeze and insects in nature, relaxing his nerves that had been tense for too long because of constant fighting and fighting.

After a night passed, the sun thorned on Lin Han who was staying at the top of a mountain peak and looking at the sun.

Lin Han woke up and couldn't help but open the team list. He looked at the actions of his chosen ones with gratitude, and then noticed Zhang Fan who was sent to America by himself.

The daytime in China is late at night for America.

Zhang Fan, a black panther warrior who obeyed Lin Han's instructions, was standing in the center of a large sports field in the former City of Steel and the Fallen City. He looked around the exposed clothes and strangely dressed in various strange shapes around them. They waved the torches or chains in their hands, made harsh noises in their mouths, and shouted out all kinds of American curses.

This is a qualifier held by Dark World in Iron City, and it is also the first game that Black Panther Warrior Zhang Fan will participate in.

As the agent of a Chinese player, Fat Pig Baske combed his golden tie and said to Zhang Fan: "Boy from China, don't disappoint me, and don't disappoint Isana who introduced you to me!"

"Don't worry, no one can be the first except me!" Zhang Fan said softly. He had bare arms, just wearing a black vest and camouflage pants, but this does not mean that he has no equipment and is just hidden. Zhang Fan believes that with his current strength, it is not easy to achieve a fighting competition held by the United States?

What's more, this underground competition is not restricted by rules, and the battle that does not matter whether it is life or death makes Zhang Fan feel more able to let go.

"Confident Chinese boy." Fat Pig Baske wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, twisted his fat body, and began to shout loudly, introducing Zhang Fan to the audience.

"Black Panther Warrior, Zhang Fan!"

"The warrior from the mysterious East, he firmly believes that he will tear all his opponents apart and become the god of death in this competition!"

"Shh!" Amid a burst of ridicule, Zhang Fan jumped suddenly, and his whole body jumped up quickly in the air and then landed steadily on the competition field.

As a ring, this tabletop made of stone slabs is quite excellent.

"Beautiful bodywork!" In the contestant area, a 17 or 18-year-old boy with short golden hair and sky blue eyes stared at Zhang Fan and said softly: "Uncle An, is his opponent Jack Mantis?"

"Yes." An old white housekeeper wearing gold-rimmed glasses, white ponytail, and swoop-tail housekeeper suit, and with his hands on his back, stood beside the blonde boy and said, "It's the murderer of the serial murderer in the United States."

"His hands were modified, and later he joined the Locke family by chance and obtained genetic potions to increase his strength. It is said that he can tear a car apart with just claw power."

"Is that true?" The young blonde smiled and said, "So it seems that the Chinese boy is going to suffer?"

"Young Master said that except for the young master who has been under the strictest training, no one in this competition can compare to the Mantis Jack."

"Look! It's Mantis Jack, this murderer is on the stage!"

On the ring, a man with a little thin and slender figure climbed up.

His eyes were as if he had not woken up, his face was pale, and there was a wicked smile on his horse's face. After looking at Zhang Fan, he bent down slightly, kept moving his white and flawless hands, and laughed: "I didn't expect that the first opponent would be a young Chinese boy and a yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Okay, let you become the 10th yellow-skinned monkey torn apart!" Mantis Jack licked his tongue, waiting for the bell to start the game.

"It's Jack, Mantis Jack!" Fat Pig Baske couldn't help but stare at the organizers who were smiling happily in the rostrum when he saw his opponent.

"Damn it, can't I win any game?" Fat Pig Baske cursed in a low voice and shouted to Zhang Fan: "Boy, that guy is a notorious murderer. He likes to tear his opponent's body apart. There are no less than a hundred men and women who die in his hands."

"If you lose, you can surrender after getting off the ring!"

"Am I a murderer?" Zhang Fan actually didn't quite understand the spoken language in Jack's mouth just now, but after hearing Basque's introduction, he clenched his fists and laughed: "Then I just need to output as much as I can, and I don't have to worry about hurting a good person by accident!"

"Good man?" Basque's face was a little strange. In this dark world, can there be good people who can participate in arena competitions? Good people have become bad people or dead people as soon as they enter the dark world!

"Dong!"

On the rostrum, with the signing of the organizers, the bell of the battle rang.

Jack Mantis stretched out his slender arms and grabbed Zhang Fan with a laugh.

Bang~!

Zhang Fan set off his stance. As the opponent approached, he clenched his right fist slightly, bent down, and then shook his whole body. The force was instilled from his waist into his right fist. He jumped out like a cheetah rushing to eat. A level 5 fighting skill collapsed, and released it and hit the mantis Jack's chest.

"boom!"

The Bengquan hit the chest of Mantis Jack, instantly leaving his entire face dull in the air, then turned into a C-shaped shape and flew out, hitting the stone pillar near the rostrum, and then landed on the floor like a piece of rag, without any sound.

quiet.

Silence as if dead appeared in this arena.

Whether it is the rostrum or the audience around them, their faces were replaced by the state of surprise.

After a few seconds, as the fat pig Baske, who had come back to his senses, jumped onto the ring and raised Zhang Fan's right arm to wave it. The audience stood up and cheered enthusiastically.

"Mantis Jack, dead."

Seeing the whole thing, the White-Haired Butler was a little excited. He looked at the blonde boy and said, "Young Master, do you need us to contact the Chinese player?"

The blonde boy looked gloomy and gloomy, then raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan and said, "He was indeed beyond my expectations. Jack Mantis is at least a high-level warrior, but he was killed instantly by one blow. He is really my strong enemy!"

"But I'm sure to win this competition, and my father will understand it."

"Butler, send someone to contact us and ask about the price." The blonde boy said, "You might as well tell him that the cooperation is pleasant and you can join the Thunder Temple!"

"Yes!" The White-Haired Butler bowed gently, and believed that this was a sure thing. The Thunder Temple was a force created by Thunder God, the most powerful American, and being able to be licensed to join is a great temptation for every warrior!

After all, according to the classification of China, Thunder God is also a mortal being that surpasses mortals, an innate warrior!

The Thunder Temple is also supported by the terrifying financial and political power that the innate Chinese innate people do not have. After all, the Thunder God is different from the innate people in the East. Even if he is so powerful, he likes women, wealth, and power!

Therefore, the Thunder Temple has always been among the top three in the dark world!

Lin Han didn't know that Zhang Fan had been remembered by the people of the Thunder Temple because of his outstanding first battle. After confirming that Zhang Fan was in good condition, he ordered Li Junjie and others to arrange a flight from the second young master of the Zhang family who had recovered the strength of the Zhang family in Xinghai to Longcheng. He was already preparing to attack the Zhang family in Longcheng!

"There is a battle in Dragon City. Before that, learn the skills first!"

Lin Han thought of this, thinking that after so long, he would not continue to search, so he opened the portal and returned to the capital of Flowers.

As soon as he returned to the Century of Divine Greeting, Lin Han received a prompt to complete the task, and in his email, he saw a letter of recommendation from the elf girl.
Chapter completed!