Survival in the Elf World

The eastern grassland of Yuanzhu City. !

When Kane came today, he found that the number of people was obviously much smaller than yesterday.

There may be some people who can no longer stand it after a day of special training. Such people who are not enterprising are not even qualified to complain about this society.

Yesterday, I cut grass to train the tenacity of the ever-changing monster.

Today, Kane began to search for his special training target.

A Monkey Monster, a Balram

It's you. Kane is targeting two young men with fighting skills. In Kane's eyes, these two fighting gods are completely inferior, but now there is really nothing worth finding fault with.

Kane walked over and shouted: "Kid."

No, I haven't fully adapted to the state of traveling again. It seems that I need to pay more attention to my words and deeds in the future.

Fortunately, the two teenagers didn't hear clearly and just looked around.

Kane said again: "Your magic baby is a fighting type. What he needs most is strength. I have sandbags here for you to practice on."

However, Kane's words had no impact on these two teenagers at all. There was no such thing as special training in their consciousness. The so-called training was just for fun and competition between peers.

Kane shook his head, a kid is a kid.

It seemed that he couldn't explain it to them. Of course, Kane didn't bother to explain. He directly said to the Variety Monster: "Transform into a sandbag. When others hit you, pay attention to using the flexibility of your body to relieve the force. You can't." It’s not a pleasant feeling to give up your strength and suffer pain.”

Now the Variety Monster did not dare to hesitate at all in response to Kane's instructions.

A one-meter-tall sandbag appeared in front of him.

Kane took the position in person and kicked the sandbag with one punch. Judging from the extent of the punch sinking into the sandbag, it seemed that the Variety Monster had no effort to relieve himself.

"It seems you don't know the pain, right?"

Kane snorted coldly, waved his fists, and kicked the sandbag like a gust of wind without any pause. With each punch sinking deeper and deeper into the sandbag, Kane knew that the Variety Monster already knew how to use his body to relieve the force. .

The divine baby can only unleash its potential when pushed to the limit.

The physical pain forced Variety to seek a breakthrough.

The fists kept changing and striking. After all, Kane still had the body of a seven-year-old boy. Although he had mastered many fighting skills, his strength was always limited. He only struck for about half an hour. The Variety Monster could easily deal with Kane's attacks. Attacked.

There is no point in fighting anymore.

Kane turned and looked at the monkey monster and Balram on the side.

"Have you seen it? Come and fight."

Kane yelled angrily, wondering what the use of such a magical baby was. He had been fighting here for half an hour but could not arouse their competitive spirit, and remained indifferent.

The monkey monster and Ballang actually hid behind their trainer.

"Hmph, what a waste."

Such magical treasures are usually cultivated in breeding houses. They have never experienced the harsh environment of survival in the wild, and do not know what fighting is, let alone life and death. This is why Kane would rather go to the black market and spend a high price to buy magical treasures. The reason for going to the nursery.

Kane took a sip of water and continued the formation by himself. Although it was not very effective against the Variety Monster, it was still of great benefit to improving his physical fitness.

Kane is hitting hard.

Suddenly a wrist jumped out and struck the sandbag with his bare hands. The sandbag was knocked to the ground with one blow.

It has strength, speed, and accuracy. This wrist is not a magical baby that can be played like a house.

Kane was quite sure of the strength of this uninvited arm. If it were yesterday's Variety Monster, it would have transformed into its original form because it couldn't bear the blow. The power of this blow would definitely be five times that of his own.

"This sandbag must be a strange thing."

A boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old walked in front of him. His long black hair covered half of his face. He was still wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt in such a hot weather. There was a sneer on his face, which made people feel that a sinister wind was coming.

His eyesight is so vicious at such a young age.

Kane's first impression of this young man who he could tell at first glance was a punching bag conjured by the Variety Monster was that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Kane did not pay attention to him immediately and turned to face the knocked down sandbag.

"You can stand up now."

The attack just now was a real fighting-type trick, an empty-handed chop, and the damage it caused to the general-type Variety Monster was still very heavy.

The Variety Monster paused for a moment and then stood up.

"Come on, go on."

Kane said to Wrist and the gloomy boy.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting."

The gloomy young man sneered again and winked at Zhili.

The strength of his wrists is definitely not what Kane can do. He slashes with his bare hands and kicks his body from different directions to attack the sandbags transformed by the Variety Monster.

Kane was preoccupied with the changes in the sandbag.

The Variety Monster is still unable to completely offload its wrist-strength attacks. It can be said that every punch and kick will cause considerable damage to it.

The sandbag became smaller and smaller as it was beaten, but it still maintained the appearance of a sandbag. Kane could feel the loss of strength from the Variety Monster.

Not bad. Kane nodded in approval of the Variety Monster's performance.

After an hour of beating, the sandbag had turned into the size of the normal body of the Variety Monster.

"Okay."

After hearing Kane's instructions, the Diverse Monster transformed back into its original form, already covered in scars.

However, the gloomy man did not stop because of Kane's words. He continued to hit with his wrist for an hour without showing any signs of fatigue. He struck down with his bare hands at the Variety Monster that had returned to its original form.

Things that don’t know whether to live or die

Kane snorted, stepped forward, and kicked Wrist's calf. Wrist's center of gravity immediately became unstable and he staggered forward. It took him three or two steps to stabilize his body. If it weren't for his current poor physical condition and lack of strength, , this kick caused him to fall to the ground without any help from his wrist.

Kane turned to leave, when the gloomy man stopped in front of him.

"It hurts my wrist. If you want to just walk away like this, it's a bit disrespectful to me."

Kane rolled his eyes and said, "Get out of the way, it's not your turn to be wild here."

Hearing Kane's words, the gloomy man couldn't help but take a breath, thinking: Now that the initiative is completely in his own hands, how dare this person be so arrogant?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kane committed suicide and said "dagger"

The Variety Monster naturally understood and immediately transformed. A cold dagger appeared in Kane's hand.

Kane grabbed hold of the gloomy man's neck with his left hand, and the dagger held in his right hand was already pointed at the gloomy man's abdomen.

Although the gloomy man looked two or three years older than Kane, Kane with his rich fighting skills was more than enough to deal with him.

Kane's eyes widened with anger and bloodshot eyes, "Don't mess with me, or you will die miserably."

Like a ferocious beast, the gloomy man couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, his scalp was numb, his legs were shaking and he couldn't speak.

"No... I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."

The gloomy man just wanted to teach Kane a lesson. He never thought that a child who was still young would dare to use a murder weapon. But now there are only two people left in the entire grassland. Wouldn't it be very dangerous if this was really a desperado?

The wristman on the side did not dare to act rashly when he saw that his master was under restraint.

The gloomy man had been frightened to death, but Kane pulled him aside easily, like a weed being pushed away easily.

Kane sneered and walked towards the city on his bicycle.

He has been involved in both black and white for more than sixty years, and has met countless people. When he first saw this gloomy young man, Kane always felt that there was something wrong, and his temperament was completely different from that of his peers.

Of course, these are just Kane's intuitions, without any basis.

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