Bright Era

After taking deep breaths again and again, Enzo's pores all over his body spewed sharp vigor and purple cold light like a sword. A faint smell of blood spurted out of his pores, and a strong alcohol scent continued to spurt out. A dark blood stain flowed out from the corner of Enzo's mouth. This is because the blood in his body is being quickly forced out by the fighting spirit.

Such a brutal fighting qi healing method puts a great burden on the body, but as long as the body adapts to this rough fighting qi operation, the body can withstand the more violent fighting qi burst out instantly. On the battlefield, how much anger can erupt in an instant, this often determines whether you are dead or alive.

A heavy mouthful of blood-stained spit on the ground, Enzo slowly stood up, slowly punching a set of seemingly weird punches. The bones and tendons all over his body made a low howling sound, and a heavy howling sound became a piece, and gradually formed a dull tiger howling sound. Accompanied by the roar of tigers, a violent wind rolled up in the small black jail, and Enzo's muscles throbbed violently. Although his movements were not large, it was obvious that this set of boxing techniques made his muscles, bones and The internal organs are moving.

Arda's eyes widened in horror. With the foundation that Altut had laid for him, Arda could naturally tell whether a martial skill was good or bad. Enzo's boxing routine has reached the realm of thunder and exhalation, which is clearly a set of extremely clever exercises for physical strength. Arda's mental power locked Enzo's body firmly, and he could feel that the fighting energy in Enzo's body was diminishing slightly, and these reduced fighting energy were integrated into his body, making his body gradually stronger strong.

"A terrible technique!" A cold sweat ran down Arda's back.

What the **** is this technique? Enzo's body, his muscles, bones and internal organs are all like greedy tigers. He is devouring his own vindictive qi. The way he consumes vindictive qi is to enhance his body's functions and make his body become more and more powerful. It's getting stronger and stronger. Seeing Enzo's full-fledged and lively appearance at this time, where is the depravity and depression just now?

After a set of punches, Enzo spit out a hot black gas. Groups of wind shadows gathered behind him, and gradually turned into a hazy tiger phantom. Enzo walked slowly around the small black prison that was less than three meters square, and the joints of his body kept making ‘pop’.

Arda stared blankly at Enzo, whose eyes were exquisite and exuding a terrible aura. He was really hell, really hell, Enzo, who had already reached the mid-level peak of heaven, had already cultivated in a short period of time. 'S vindictiveness has been weakened to the level of just breaking through to the mid-level of heaven. Those fighting qi that disappeared were swallowed by his body and turned into nutrients for strengthening his body.

What an evil technique is this, which actually hurts oneself to strengthen the physical body?

All fighters in the Western Continent will consciously use the fighting energy to wash their bodies when they practice fighting qi, gradually increasing their physical strength. Therefore, the stronger the fighting spirit is, the stronger their bodies will be. But like Enzo's use of this method of fist, he is simply devouring his own vindictiveness, strengthening his body by self-damaging cultivation!

Unseen, unheard of!

Combining with the hazy tiger-shaped phantom that appeared behind Enzo, Alda had an unbelievable guess—it's impossible. This is what Yun Canglong said to Lin Qi, the black tiger family’s special forging technique, the black tiger. God change scripture? Of course, Enzo is not a descendant of the Black Tiger family. He can't get the inheritance of the Xuanhu Divine Transformation Sutra, but some basic training methods, perhaps Lin Qi's bold and fearless father, Blackbeard, will be bold. Pass your own basic exercises to Enzo?

This can explain why Enzo's vindictive cultivation base is far inferior to Alda, but it feels so dangerous to Alda. Enzo's vindictiveness is indeed not strong, but his vindictiveness is absorbed by his body, strengthening his body in an incredible way, God knows how strong his body is?

Just as Arda was standing in a daze at the door of the prison, a breeze suddenly blew through the long black prison tunnel behind.

Arda flickered and continued to escape into the darkness. Then he saw a shadowy black shadow coming over quietly, and an iron gate that had been locked was also silently opened, and then carefully covered by the black shadow.

Vic, who was short and thin, with a small nose and small face with a wicked eyebrow, cautiously carried a basket and walked into the black jail. He habitually looked around for a while, and carefully sniffed his nose, then nodded in relief. With a touch of his right hand on the door of the black cell, Arda didn't even see what he did. The lock on the cell door, which was the size of a human head, opened silently. Vic took off the lock easily and carefully. He put the door lock on a big rock beside the door, then opened the door and walked in.

"I was beaten again?" Vic glanced at Enzo, who was moving in the dark cell, and sniffed his nose vigorously: "Smell of blood, how bad was the beaten this time?"

Enzo gave a bitter smile. He sat cross-legged on the ground, took the basket in Vic's hand, and took out two bottles of ordinary rum and a large piece of brown bread. Vic also brought two sausages. He drew out the dagger, cut the sausages into thin slices, and placed them directly on a wooden plate in the basket.

Enzo tore the brown bread with big mouthfuls, grabbed the sausage slices and ate two mouthfuls from time to time, then uncovered the bottle cap and slurped a few sips of wine. He breathed heavily, and he raised his eyes to look at Vic: "How much pension is given to those **** in the logistics department?"

Vic sat crouched across from Enzo, sighed heavily, and shook his head dejectedly.

Enzo's body stiffened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "No one?"

Helplessly spreading his hands, Vic said solemnly: "They said that after the intelligence department summarizes the battle situation, the Imperial Capital Military Department verifies the exact number of deaths before they can receive pensions based on the number of deaths determined by the military headquarters. They also said that the empire’s fiscal revenue has dropped a lot recently, so even if our pension is allocated, it will be discounted in half."

Taking a bite of the black bread, Enzo sighed to the sky, "Let the brothers bear it... Pension, let's find a way. The flying-fin sperm whale that was hunted on the way back was scraped off. After the ambergris is dried, find a safe channel to sell it, and then send it all to the families of the brothers who died in battle. We are sorry for them and cannot let their families suffer any more."

Vic nodded slowly. He gritted his teeth and said: "Your rank, as we expected, has been cut into a lieutenant, and... they won't add more soldiers to us. The man in the conscription office said, Anyway, we will lose a lot of troops every time, so let us bring our current brothers together first."

After being silent for a long time, Enzo sneered: "It doesn't matter if we don't add troops, I don't want any more brothers to die unjustly with me. This time we only have more than 300 injured brothers, and I don't believe they can do anything else. They wouldn't send us to Wudalian Island to spy on intelligence, right?"

Vic looked at Enzo in amazement, and after a long time, he slowly took out a thin strip of white paper from his sleeve.

"You really said it. They gave us a one-month rest period, and then we will **** several intelligence officers from the Intelligence Department to Wudalian Island to receive intelligence... I think they want us to be hardcore. Brothers will die more."

Taking a deep breath, Vic said in a low voice: "Now the remaining brothers are our last wealth. The graduates who followed you from the Army Academy and the guards of your original guard Now we have three hundred and seventy-seven people left. This is our last asset. We have lost one... We are all... They are our brothers!"

Enzo squeezed the bottle tightly, only pinching out countless cracks in the bottle. His body trembled violently, and said in a low voice: "Of course I know, I certainly know that they are all our brothers. In the past few years, we are all brothers who have crawled out of the dead. But we must continue to fight. Go on, we have no choice!"

Two lines of tears rolled down, Enzo stared at Vic gritted his teeth and said: "I'm a lonely man, I can go anywhere by myself. But you, and all the brothers who follow us now, they have relatives and families. ... As long as we violate the military order even once, we will destroy the door."

With a fierce punch on the ground, Enzo gritted his teeth and said: "We can only bear it, we can only live! We are alive, and the families of those brothers who died can still have a care! If we escape, if we die They will die, and they will have no hope! Those brothers who have died, they want us to live, even if we are treated like dogs in the barracks, we must live!"

Vic's body trembled violently, and he gritted his teeth and said: "But how can we bear it! This time, this time we only died of more than 300 people! From the division of 10,000, only left These three hundred people! Enzo, one month later, we have to **** die again!"

Enzo put down the wine bottle, and when it touched the ground, it turned into a pool of shattered pieces. He raised his head and looked at the stone top of the little black jail, and said softly: "Wait...Wait for the boss to come back. I believe that the boss will come back! Isn't it? Uncle Blackbeard said, the boss is not dead! So we Just wait for the boss to come back and everything will be fine."

Vic was stunned, and two lines of tears suddenly rolled down. He gritted his teeth and said gloomily: "I... I have heard about Graham!"

Enzo glanced at Vic and said faintly: "You are not allowed to attack Graham. That is the boss's hatred, let him do it himself. I believe the boss, he will come back! Before he comes back, we have to take care of it. Well these brothers, we... As long as one of us is alive, we will wait for the head to come back!"

Arda coughed slightly, got into the black cell through the crack in the door, and revealed his figure in front of Enzo and Vic.

Touching his nose a little dazedly, Alda asked softly: "Excuse me, is your boss called Lin Qi?"

With a sound of ‘chill’, a poisoned dagger in Vic’s hand flew out suddenly, drew an arc and struck Arda’s neck. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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