What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Fight for Kelsey!

He finally used the backup hidden energy of rapid breathing, and the energy continued to fill his dry body through breathing.

One, two, three...

Bean-sized drops of sweat fell down, leaving a small puddle on the smooth floor unknowingly.

In addition, he felt that every muscle in his body was burning, and his whole body was about to burn!

Fifty!

When he silently counted the last number, there was applause in the darkness.

clap clap~

"I'm impressed! For a seven-year-old child, you have already done very well, but I think your limit is far beyond that, plus fifty more!"

Clam? !

Domi's eyes widened, and three huge question marks seemed to flash on his hair. He just wanted to greet Altaïr, but he stopped him:

"Shut your mouth! You loser has no right to speak. All you have to do is to execute it absolutely!"

"Fifty push-ups, keep going!"

Okay, you're Artest, you look strange and honest with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn't expect you to be very bad!

Full of MMP, there was nowhere to vent, Domi had no choice but to break his teeth and stuff it into his stomach. A gentleman's revenge, it's not too late in ten years, let's see him return after learning and hammer Artest!

Taking advantage of the increase caused by breathing before it was over, Duomi gritted his teeth and continued doing fifty more.

His movements were deformed, and his two arms were trembling obviously due to the high-intensity exertion. This time he really couldn't do it anymore, and he lay on the ground breathing heavily.

My mind was completely empty, and my soul seemed to be running out of my body to elope. I was simply in a state of ecstasy.

Finally, he took a short break.

"Take a rest for 10 minutes. There is salt water here to drink..."

Domi took the water bottle handed by Altaïr and poured it into his mouth. His undeveloped Adam's apple moved up and down, which showed how thirsty he was at this time.

ha~

He made a sound of contentment.

The water was replenished and the fatigue seemed to have eased a bit. At least his brain could function again.

Altaïr, who was still hiding in the dark and had not shown any body so far, seemed to have expected this, and immediately began to talk about his endless theoretical knowledge:

"We don't accept idiot killers, so theoretical knowledge is equally important. Now let's start Chapter 1..."

"All killing techniques are based on a strong body. Without a strong body, no matter how much you learn, it will be useless."

"Push-ups train your core, arms, chest muscles, and triceps. It can greatly improve your strength. Even if you accidentally get stabbed a few times, your muscles will block you a little, so you won't immediately become warped..."

This lasted for half an hour, and Duomi was getting dizzy.

But because the brain is forced to turn on, this knowledge is instilled from high to low like an osmotic reaction.

Altaïr really made me cry to death.

Even during his breaks, he did not forget to spread knowledge to him. He is such a good person!

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he was lucky to have such a coach.

"It's time, get up, trash."

"One hundred sit-ups, planks for 2 minutes, fifty supine bends with knees and hip raises, fifty supine stretches with alternating ankle touches... Let's start!"

After you train those upper body muscle groups, you’ll move on to the core, right? Then, will it be the leg muscles that follow?

If you don’t train all the muscle groups in your body in one day, you really won’t be allowed to leave?

Duomi felt like she wanted to cry but had no tears in her heart... Why did she come here if she was so desperate?

Wouldn't it be nice to tease your eldest sister, trick Edward, earn some villain points every day, and draw cards when you have nothing to do?

I came here just to be tortured!

The most annoying thing was the unexpected "overtime".

Every time he finished a set of movements, he would be very frightened, for fear that Altaïr would ask him to do another fifty, and then another fifty, and if you didn't reach the limit, he would do another fifty!

He now finally understood what the team member's warning meant.

Then, as expected, during the half-hour break after finishing core training, Altaïr began to talk at length again, and then he would start working on his legs.

He directly called the team members who were good at illusion magic and space magic. In such a small room, he created a simulated running scene for him and added the space magic that was constantly reset to forcibly create a different world version of the treadmill.

Altaïr himself was not idle either, using his part-time magic to add light, shadow and sunflowers to the environment.

That's right, in addition to being an assassin, Altaïr also mastered light and plant magic. He was nicknamed the Photosynthetic Assassin. He was especially fond of plants like sunflowers.

It is said that he supplies all the sunflower seeds in the castle. The melon seeds are not only large, but also have the taste of sunshine, which is highly praised by everyone in the family...

As a result, there was light in his treadmill, and a sunflower bloomed towards him every 100 meters.

"Whenever you pass by a hundred sunflowers, your physical fitness training will be over."

Listening to Altaïr's voice, Domi seemed to be able to see him grinning with a heartless smile.

So what can he do?Even if he resists, he will be asked to leave even if he writes a letter on the bus. If he wants to complain, he will be choked back. Who would his family understand? He is too difficult...

After training to this point, Dominic has become a qualified walking zombie, his eyes are white, and his brain has been disconnected from his body.

If you want to move your finger, an error message will pop up: Sorry, cannot connect to the external device...

He was in this state after running ten kilometers. Not a single piece of flesh in his body belonged to him.

After lying like this for an hour, Altaïr finally showed his body for the first time, although he only came to kick the sleeping Domi.

"Hey, wake up, trash, and cheer up. The next step is the actual combat session, so get ready."

Chapter 34 33 The Awakening of the Boxing Master

He was forcefully pulled up while he was half asleep, and a dagger was stuffed in his hand before his mind was clear.

He shook his head and shook off the sleepiness.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw another scene in front of him - it was no longer him standing under the single beam of light, but Altaïr.

Each other's identities seem to have rotated.

Now, Altaïr is the protagonist in the spotlight, while he is the audience hidden in the darkness.

Altaïr's figure was completely revealed under the light, and he was looking down at him with a smile on his face:

"You use the dagger, I'll use my bare hands to attack me with all your strength. If you can hit me, today's training will end early. Of course, if you can't touch it, I can't tell when it will end."

"For the sake of fairness, I will suppress my perception and use my best strength. You have a chance to win."

As soon as he finished speaking, Altaïr saw a swift and short figure darting through the darkness.

"Go ahead."

He didn't even move, and gave instructions from time to time:

"The enemy is in the open and I am in the dark. If you don't hide your figure well, it is equivalent to giving up this advantage and telling the other party that I am here!"

Domi gripped the dagger tightly, darkness emerged from behind, and the tip of the knife was pointed directly at Altaïr's liver!

There is the blood bank of the human body. Once the liver ruptures, the amount of bleeding in a short period of time is enough to send a strong adult to see God.

However, just when the blade was about to touch him, he dodged towards Domi in an unexpected direction as if he had eyes on his back, and then kicked Domi on the butt, causing him to fall flat on his face.

"The angle is good and the place I want to attack is well chosen, which is good, but the intention to attack is too obvious."

"The so-called killer must not only hide his whereabouts and aura, but also his murderous intent and your intentions so that the other party doesn't know what you are going to do next and falls into panic."

A rapid attack struck again. Altaïr stretched out two fingers and easily grasped the dagger. He flicked the dagger and Domi away together.

He returned to the darkness and began to think about what Altaïr had just said.

He knew that if he relied solely on brute force, he would be asking for trouble. He had to find a trick, and the trick was the tip Altaïr had just given.

Domi's eyes were fixed on Altaïr under the spotlight. His loose appearance seemed to be full of flaws, but it was only when he got close that he discovered that those flaws were actually just disguises. His defense was impregnable.

But his goal is not to break through this layer of defense, but to leave a little trace on this layer of defense.

The purpose is determined.

Next comes the actual action.

Hidden whereabouts...

He immediately thought of the Zhou Chou Ceremony back then, when he used shadow magic to wrap himself up and hide himself in the cloak.

After so many years of accumulation, his magic is only strong but not weak. Even if he only knows the most basic application, that is enough!

Feeling the magic power flowing through his body, Duomi guided them out of his body with just one thought, forming a camouflage layer around his body.

Shadow magic has a natural fit with darkness. Coupled with the perfect level of shadow talent, it is enough to achieve the effect of one plus one greater than two!

At first glance, it does seem to blend in with the environment.

Next, hide the aura and murderous intention...

He's quite good at this.

Slowly adjust the breathing frequency. With years of special breathing, he has long been familiar with how to adjust his breathing to a gentle and long state.

As for murderous intent, could it be murderous intent?

It was obviously his desire to get out as soon as possible and to see Kelsey as soon as possible.

Soon, he understood all the secrets of Altaïr's words, and all the concealments were in place.

Altaïr also felt the disappearance of Domi's figure and aura. He finally showed a sincere smile. He could do this with just a few words. It was really a treasure.

Come on, Domi, let me see how much of your potential is still untapped.

But after waiting for a while, the expected attack did not come.

strangeness……