Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“Smack!”

That fair, almost feminine fist smashed towards Xu Ming's face, but Xu Ming reached out and caught it.

Xu Ming slowly shifted the fist out of his line of sight, revealing an extremely delicate-looking boy.

The boy was wearing the Bloodbath Legion's training uniform, with a slender figure, looking about thirteen years old?

His eyes were classic phoenix eyes.

Phoenix eyes are not small, squinting eyes.

Phoenix eyes are recognized as one of the most beautiful eye shapes, but they are relatively rare.

A standard pair of phoenix eyes is hard to forget at a glance, characterized by long and narrow palpebral fissures, inner corners that hook inwards, outer corners that curve upwards, a proper ratio of pupil to white, and naturally extending canthi that exude charm and spirit when opened and closed.

Different from the innocence of almond eyes and the allure of peach blossom eyes, phoenix eyes emphasize a sense of detachment.

When a woman has such eyes, they appear classic and ethereal, captivatingly charming when her eyes flutter, and coldly dignified like frost when she stares intently.

If a man is born with a pair of phoenix eyes, he is naturally loyal, righteous, and hates evil, courageous and resourceful, or tender and gentle, making women's hearts flutter.

As for the person in front of him, to be honest, Xu Ming felt that the other party was a girl disguised as a boy, no matter how he looked at it.

Otherwise, he was a man with feminine features.

People with feminine features are not uncommon.

In his past life on Blue Star, such people, once they put on women's clothes, were even more beautiful than women.

In ancient times, they were called 'young masters'.

On Blue Star, they were called 'trap'.

Of course, Xu Ming didn't have a preference for that.

The boy with feminine features was also somewhat surprised that Xu Ming had caught his punch, then the corner of his mouth curled up, adding to his captivating charm.

The boy side-kicked towards Xu Ming, who blocked it with his arm.

The enormous force actually kicked Xu Ming directly off the bed, his shoes scraping against the ground for a meter before he stopped, his radius and ulna bones aching faintly.

It wasn't over yet.

This delicate boy pursued Xu Ming, clenched his right fist, and punched towards Xu Ming's chest, the martial artist's true energy seemingly tearing the air in front of Xu Ming's chest.

Xu Ming had no doubt that his ribs would break from this punch.

But Xu Ming didn't dodge, instead, he met the punch head-on.

The fist force shook both of them apart.

The delicate boy furrowed his brow.

How could this brat's strength be so great? He could actually block his punch?

Just as the delicate boy's tiger's mouth was going numb, Xu Ming stepped forward and delivered a drum-like strike.

Because Xu Ming had just taken his punch head-on, the boy with feminine features didn't want to dodge, as dodging would mean he was afraid!

The two's fists collided continuously.

But he found that the brat's fist attacks were becoming more and more intense, each punch heavier than the last, and his strength was really great!

In a moment of distraction, Xu Ming found an opening.

With a shift, Xu Ming's fist smashed towards the other's chest.

The boy was slightly startled, this time dodging to the side, then placing Xu Ming's arm on his shoulder, crouching forward, bending his back, and slamming Xu Ming to the ground with a back throw, followed by a punch.

Xu Ming, however, grabbed his arm, and with great force, pulled him to the ground.

Xu Ming then took advantage of the situation to press forward, straddling him, and punching towards his face again.

This time the boy didn't dodge, his uppercut rising from below, wanting to trade injury for injury with Xu Ming.

“What are you doing!”

Just as both were about to take a punch to the face, Wang Meng walked in and shouted loudly.

Both fists stopped an inch away from each other's faces, the wind from the punches blowing their hair.

“You're something else! Starting a fight as soon as you get here?

Wu Yanhan, you're quite something too! You've been in the Bloodbath Legion for half a year, what kind of skill is it to bully a newbie?

Both of you, get up!

You have too much energy to spare, don't you?

Go to the armory and get five hundred pounds of black iron to hang on your feet!

Run twenty li before speaking!

No dinner tonight if you don't finish!

Everyone else, come out and train!

Damn it!”

Wang Meng didn't ask for reasons, he just cursed and ran off.

The others in the camp of the Forty-Eighth Battalion quickly ran out to gather for training.

“Get up!” Wu Yanhan said coldly to Xu Ming.

His voice was also very androgynous.

To be honest.

If it weren't for the fact that the Bloodbath Legion didn't recruit women, and the Bloodbath Legion's management was extremely strict, thoroughly investigating everyone's background.

Xu Ming really suspected that he was a woman disguised as a man who had sneaked in.

Xu Ming glanced at Wu Yanhan, who had feminine features, and stood up from him.

Wu Yanhan patted his body, didn't even look at Xu Ming, and walked out of the camp.

Xu Ming didn't know where the armory was, so naturally, he followed along to collect the black iron.

【You engaged in a well-matched battle with Wu Yanhan, Strength +10, Blood Energy +10, Fist Force +5, Fist Skill Comprehension +5】

On the way to the armory, a string of attribute points popped up in Xu Ming's mind.

After fighting with Wu Yanhan, Xu Ming gained a lot, and wanted to fight him again.

But speaking of which.

It was the first time Xu Ming had seen such a strong martial artist of the same generation.

His fists may look white, tender, and small, but they were actually extremely powerful.

Xu Ming found that even if he fought with all his strength, he couldn't gain any advantage.

You should know that when Xu Ming fought with others, he needed to restrain his strength, for fear of killing them.

Wu Yanhan, who was walking in front of Xu Ming, looked calm, but in reality, his fists were already trembling.

How old was this brat? How could his strength be comparable to his own?

If it was a pure contest of strength, even Instructor Wang couldn't beat him.

Arriving in front of a large wooden warehouse, Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan lined up, then received two sets of leg bindings, each containing two hundred and fifty pounds of black iron.

Xu Ming suspected that Wang Meng was calling him an idiot.

After tying them to their ankles, Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan arrived at a training ground.

This training ground was very similar to the four-hundred-meter track in his previous life, except it was a bit larger, about five hundred meters, or about one li, per lap.

Just run twenty laps.

At first, Xu Ming ran relatively fast, then Wu Yanhan overtook Xu Ming, and Xu Ming then overtook Wu Yanhan.

The two became unconvinced and kept accelerating.

As they ran faster and faster, they consumed more and more stamina, and the black iron on their feet also felt heavier and heavier.

It was lunchtime at the Bloodbath Legion's military camp, and everyone went to the cafeteria to eat one after another.

The First Military Fortress had ten cafeterias, each capable of accommodating seven hundred people.

Wang Meng took three large portions of meat, a vegetable dish, and a full rice bucket, sat on a chair, and ate heartily.

Before long, a person sat down in front of Wang Meng.

“How is it going?” the man asked while eating.

Wang Meng took a big mouthful of rice: “How else? They had a fight.”

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: “It's through fighting that they get to know each other, let them have more contact, don't forget what the Emperor asked you to do.”

Wang Meng bit into a chicken leg: “I know.”