Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"I'll come first!"

The soldiers who came to observe were all eager to challenge Isaac.

“There’s no need to argue!” Barnett said at the opportune moment. “How many of you are there?”

The surrounding soldiers fell silent upon hearing the instructor's command. After counting among themselves, one soldier suddenly spoke up: "Reporting, Instructor! Ten men in total!"

"Ten men?" Barnett looked at the soldiers and said slowly, "Then all ten of you can come at me together."

"!"

The soldiers around were all taken aback by Banat's words.

"what?!"

"Instructor, are you serious?"

"Ten people going after a kid who hasn't even grown his first hair?"

Barnett sighed as he looked at the noisy soldiers and said, "Obey orders!"

"Yes" xN

Several soldiers immediately responded; they had to obey the instructor's orders.

After speaking to the group of soldiers, Barnett turned to Isaac and asked, "Isaac, what do you think about challenging ten men?"

“No problem,” Isaac said.

When Isaac said this, the soldiers all glared at him, but McKee stood by, seemingly lost in thought.

"Alright, you can take on ten this time." After a pause, he continued, "How about some punishment if you lose?"

Hearing this, Isaac didn't really care. He couldn't possibly lose anyway, so why should he be punished? He agreed without hesitation.

"No problem."

"Alright, how about you wear women's clothes if you lose?" Bennett suggested after thinking for a moment.

“I refuse.” Isaac seemed to recall some unpleasant memories and refused without hesitation.

"You just said it was fine."

"I don't want to hear the words 'cross-dressing'!"

"That's such a pity..."

"What a pity! Would it be appropriate for a masculine man like me to wear women's clothing?"

Hearing Isaac say this, Barnett looked at Isaac's somewhat handsome face.

Then he nodded.

"I don't care, just give me a different one."

"Then, like them, triple the training volume."

"This one will do."

"Are you really not going to reconsider?" Barnett asked tentatively.

"Even if I, Isaac, die out here, or jump off this cliff to my death, I would never wear women's clothes!" Isaac roared. "Old man, you're supposed to be a retired soldier, can't you be a little more serious?!"

"Ok."

The ten soldiers were already prepared on the training ground. In their eyes, how could ten people not be able to take down a teenager? Even a bear would be taken down by them.

So the group wasn't in high spirits. Even though the instructors had promised them leave, it wouldn't sound good to talk about having ten of them against a seemingly weak minor.

Isaac has now entered the arena, surrounded by ten soldiers in the center.

"Alright, let's begin."

At Banat's command, the soldiers got into position.

"Kid, don't blame us for not warning you, giving up will save you from injury," one of the soldiers suddenly said.

"Save your nonsense for when you beat me." Isaac beckoned with his finger, indicating that he was ready to fight.

"You brat!" Upon seeing this, the soldier charged straight at Isaac.

The other soldiers showed no intention of helping; they still believed that the soldier in front of them could handle the brat all by himself, and that they could just watch from the sidelines.

Bang!

An astonishing scene unfolded.

Before the soldier could even reach Isaac, Isaac suddenly stepped forward and delivered a powerful hook punch to the soldier's chin.

thump!

The soldier lost consciousness immediately after being hit and collapsed to the ground.

"How is that possible!"

"No way!"

The remaining nine soldiers were incredulous at the sight, and one of them left the scene within seconds of the start.

This kid is something else!

The remaining people have already had this idea, so we need to proceed with caution.

One of the soldiers charged straight at Isaac, while another soldier behind Isaac suddenly closed in on him.

Their idea was simple: those in front of them would attack intently, while those behind would quickly approach and subdue their opponent.

I must say, it's a great idea.

Since returning from Roswell, Isaac has gained the ability to sense the presence of his opponents, and he has naturally sensed when someone approaches from behind.

Suddenly, Isaac extended two fingers and stabbed them into the charging soldier, then delivered a back kick to the groin of the soldier approaching him from behind.

"Ah! My eyes!" A soldier clutched his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

"..." Another soldier was already lying on the ground, clutching his groin, unable to speak.

There are seven people left standing on the field.

The remaining soldiers and Banat were stunned by the horrific scene on the field.

"You little brat, you dare to play dirty tricks!"

"Do you dare to fight a fair and square duel?"

"Stop using such shameless tactics!"

The remaining soldiers were already cursing, strongly condemning and protesting Isaac's underhanded tactics.

Isaac shrugged.

"Eye gouging and groin kicks are part of fighting; if you don't like it, don't play around with them."

After he finished speaking, the veins on the heads of the remaining people bulged.

"grass"

"Kill him!"

Everyone charged forward. They didn't care about tactics anymore; all they wanted to do was pin this damn brat to the ground and beat him up.

One of them got close and kicked at me, but Isaac dodged to the side and then turned around and elbowed him to the ground.

There are six players left on the field.

The soldiers did not back down. Two soldiers tried to flank Isaac, but before they could get there, Isaac suddenly accelerated and charged towards them, kicking one of them away. Before the other could react, he was swept to the ground by Isaac. After recovering on the ground, he was punched again.

There are four players remaining on the field.

"How can this kid be so strong?!"

Is it really a child?

The remaining four dared not attack rashly, and only wanted to wait for Isaac in front of them to show a weakness.

But Isaac won't give them that chance.

He charged straight at the four of them.

He quickly closed in and threw a left punch at one of the soldiers, who immediately tried to block the punch.

But Isaac suddenly pulled back his left fist after throwing it out, and his right fist struck the soldier hard in the cheek, knocking him unconscious.

There are three players left on the field.

Isaac waved to them, but none of them dared to step forward.

Chapter 43: Violet is very strong

The remaining three dared not step forward to fight Isaac.

After the seven soldiers were released one after another, they gained a very clear understanding of the boy:

Quick-witted, incredibly strong, and with a dirty fighting style.

Although there is no skill involved, the physical attributes are so strong that no skill is needed.

"You guys aren't going? Then I'm going!" With that, Isaac charged toward the three of them.

Upon seeing this, the three quickly assumed a defensive stance.

Isaac rushed up to one of the soldiers and threw a straight punch. Although the soldier was prepared and crossed his arms to block, Isaac's punch still sent him staggering back a few steps, and he felt like his hand was about to break.

Before he could react, Isaac, who had just thrown a punch, jumped up and lashed out at him with a whip kick in mid-air. The kick struck him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

There are two players left on the field.

Seeing this, the remaining two soldiers could only grit their teeth and charge at Isaac. One of the remaining soldiers threw a punch at Isaac, but Isaac caught the punch and turned around to throw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

The last soldier seized the opportunity and grabbed Isaac's neck from behind with his wrist. He intended to suffocate Isaac and incapacitate him by using a rear-naked choke.

"Hehe, kid, how about it? Finally... um!"

The soldier, who thought victory was assured, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs. Isaac had struck him hard in the ribs with his elbow while he was being held in a grappling hook.

Before he could even cry out in pain, Isaac slammed his head upwards, hitting him in the chin. The hand that had been holding Isaac loosened slightly, but in that instant, Isaac grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground.

Apart from Isaac, the remaining number on the field is zero.