There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Standing under the only beam of light, the feeling was magical, because he could no longer see the surrounding environment. Everything in front of him was white inside and black outside, as if the lights under the stage were shining on him alone.

Seems to be very conducive to mental focus.

At this time, Altaïr was hidden in the darkness, without any trace, but the voice came from all directions:

"The training has officially begun. Let's warm up first. One hundred standard push-ups. Let's begin!"

Chapter 33: Comprehensive Reshaping

Chapter 33-32- Comprehensive Reshaping

One hundred push-ups.

It sounds like a lot, but it’s actually not a small amount to do!

Something that a seven-year-old could make?

If he hadn't exercised regularly (trying to trick Edward) and practiced breathing techniques every day, he wouldn't have been able to do these 100 push-ups.

But after finishing, he was so tired that he collapsed on the ground like a puddle of water spinach.

The beam of light shone on his head, like the protagonist in a tragic comedy.

Altaïr was also very surprised to see that Domi actually did a hundred push-ups.

To be honest, he initially just wanted to give Domi a goal that seemed impossible to achieve, and then mercifully lower the difficulty for him a little, so that he would see hope and then try his best to achieve this goal.

Then, at the end, the quantity requirements are continuously increased to improve his psychological endurance.

But now it seems that the middle step can be omitted.

"Well, useless guy, it seems that you do have some strength. But this amount is not enough. Add another fifty! These are the last fifty. Come on!"

Domi struggled to get up. He had no strength left, but he could not disobey Altaïr's request, otherwise Carlos would let Kelsey go home for vacation!

He can't live without Kelsey, just like the West can't live without Jerusalem, and GGbond can't live without red long johns!

Fight for Kelsey!

He finally used his rapid breathing as a backup hidden energy source, and the energy through his breathing continuously replenished his dry body.

One, two, three...

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down, and unknowingly left a small puddle on the smooth floor.

In addition, he felt that every muscle of his was getting hot and his whole body was burning!

Fifty!

When he counted the last number silently, applause broke out in the darkness.

Bang bang bang~

"I'm impressed! For a seven-year-old, you've done pretty well, but I think your limit is far greater than this. Add another fifty!"

Clam? !

Domi's eyes widened, and three huge question marks seemed to flicker on his hair. Just when he was about to say hello to Altaïr, he was stopped by him:

"Shut your mouth! You loser have no right to speak. All you have to do is to carry out the orders absolutely!"

"Fifty push-ups, keep going!"

Okay, good job, Artest. You look honest with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn’t expect you to be such a bad guy!

Domi had a lot of MMP in his heart but had no place to vent it, so he had to grit his teeth and swallow it. A gentleman's revenge is never too late. Watch him come back after completing his training and beat up Artest!

While the boost from breathing was still there, Domi gritted his teeth and continued doing fifty.

His movements had become distorted, and his arms were shaking noticeably from the high-intensity exertion. This time he really couldn't do it and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

My mind was completely empty, and my soul seemed to be running away from my body. I felt like I was floating in the air.

Finally, he got a short break.

"Rest for thirty minutes. There is salt water to drink here..."

Domi took the water bottle handed to him by Altaïr and poured the water into his mouth. His Adam's apple, which had not yet fully developed, moved up and down, which was enough to show how thirsty he was at the moment.

ha~

He made a sound of satisfaction.

The water was replenished, and the fatigue seemed to be relieved a little. At least his brain could work again.

As if he had anticipated this, Altaïr, who had remained hidden in the dark and had not revealed his true self, immediately began to speak of his endless theoretical knowledge:

"We don't recruit stupid killers, so theoretical knowledge is equally important. Now let's start the first chapter..."

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

"Push-ups train your core, arms, chest muscles, and triceps, which can greatly increase your strength. Even if you get stabbed accidentally, your muscles will block the stab wounds and you won't die immediately..."

This talk lasted for half an hour and Duomi was getting overwhelmed.

But because the brain is forced to start working, this knowledge is instilled from high to low like an osmosis reaction.

Altaïr, he really made me cry.

He even remembers to educate him about knowledge during his rest time. What a good person!

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. It was his blessing to have such a coach.

"It's time to get up, you bastard."

"One hundred sit-ups, two minutes of plank, fifty supine knee curls and hip raises, fifty supine alternating ankle touches... start!"

After training the upper body muscle groups, the next step is the core, right? And then the leg muscles, right?

Are you really not allowed to leave if you don’t exercise all the muscle groups in your body in one day?

Domi felt so sad that he couldn't even cry... Why did he come here?

Isn't it nice to tease the big sister, trick Edward, earn some villain points every day, and draw cards when you have nothing to do?

I come here purely to be masochistic!

The most annoying thing is the sudden "overtime".

Every time he finished a set of moves, he was terrified, fearing that Altaïr would ask him to do fifty, then another fifty, and if he hadn't reached his limit, he would ask him to do another fifty!

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

Then, as expected, during the half-hour break after the core training, Artair started a long speech again, and then started the leg training.

He directly called in team members who were good at illusion magic and space magic, and they created a simulated running scene for him in such a small room, and combined with the constantly resetting space magic, they forcibly created a treadmill version of a world away.

Altaïr himself was not idle either, using his part-time magic to add light, shadows 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 Photosynthesis Assassin and he particularly liked plants like sunflowers.

It is said that the sunflower seeds in the castle are all supplied by him. The seeds are not only large, but also have the smell of sunshine, and are highly praised by everyone in the family...

So, there was light in his treadmill, and every hundred meters a sunflower bloomed towards him.

"When you pass a hundred sunflowers, your physical training will be complete."

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

What can he do? He can’t resist. He will be asked to leave the bus if he writes a letter. He will be choked back if he wants to complain. Who among his family members understands? It’s so hard for him…

After this practice, Dominic has become a qualified zombie, his eyes are white and his brain is disconnected from his body.

If you try to move your finger, an error message pops up: Sorry, unable to connect to external device…

This is the state he is in after running ten kilometers. Not a single piece of flesh on his body belongs to him.

After lying like this for an hour, Altaïr finally showed up for the first time, although he just came over to kick Domi who was sleeping.

"Hey, wake up, useless guy. Cheer up. The next part is the actual combat part. Get ready."

Chapter 34: The Awakening of the Fist and Kick Master

Chapter 34-33- The Awakening of the Fist and Kick Master

He was forcibly pulled up while he was half asleep and half awake, and a dagger was stuffed into his hand before he could regain consciousness.

I shook my head and shook off the sleepiness.

When he raised his eyes again, he saw a completely different scene - the person standing under the single beam of light was no longer him, but Altaïr.

Each other's identities seemed to have reversed.

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

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

"You use a dagger, I'm unarmed, so attack me with all your might. If you can hit me once, today's training will end early. Of course, if you can't, I can't say when it will end."

"To be fair, I will suppress my perception. Try your best and you have a chance to win."

As soon as he finished speaking, Altaïr saw a swift and short figure moving quickly in the darkness.

"Just come on over."

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 I fail to hide my body well, it is equivalent to giving up this advantage and telling the enemy that I am here!"

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

It 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 in a direction that Domi didn't expect as if he had eyes on his back, and then kicked Domi in the butt, causing him to fall flat on his face.

"The angle was good and the place he wanted to attack was also well chosen, which was good, but the intention to attack was too obvious."

"A killer not only has to hide his whereabouts and breath, but also his killing intent and intentions. You have to make the other party not know what you are going to do next, so that they will panic."

The rapid attack came again. Altaïr stretched out two fingers and easily grasped the dagger. He threw the dagger and Domi out with a flick of his hand.

He returned to the darkness, and his mind began to process what Altaïr had just said.

He knew that if he relied on brute force alone, it would be a waste of time. He had to find the trick, and the trick was the hint that Altaïr had just given him.

Domi's eyes were fixed on Altaïr under the spotlight. His sloppy appearance seemed to be full of flaws, but only when he got close would one find that those flaws were just disguises. His defense was as solid as a rock.

But his goal was not to break through this layer of defense, but to leave a little mark on it.

The purpose is determined.

Next comes the actual action.

Hiding your tracks...

He immediately thought of the one-year-old ceremony, when he used shadow magic to wrap himself and hide himself in his cloak.

After so many years of accumulation, his magic has only become stronger, not weaker. Even if he only knows the most basic applications, that is enough!

Feeling the magic power flowing in his body, Domi guided it out of his body with a thought, forming a camouflage layer around him.

Shadow magic has a natural compatibility with darkness, and coupled with the perfect level of shadow talent, it is enough to achieve the effect of one plus one being greater than two!

At first glance, it really blends in with the environment.

Next, hide your aura and murderous intent...

He's pretty good at this.

He slowly adjusted his breathing frequency. Thanks to years of special breathing, he was already familiar with how to adjust his breathing to a smooth and long state.

As for the murderous intent, could it really be murderous intent?

It was obvious that he wanted to get out of here quickly and see Kelsey soon.

Soon, he understood the full meaning of Altaïr's words, and all the hidden things were in place.

Altaïr also felt the disappearance of Domi's figure and breath, and he finally smiled sincerely. It seemed like he had found a treasure to be able to achieve this with just a few words.

Come on, Domi, let me see how much potential you have yet to tap.

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

strangeness……