Douluo: I can synthesize all things

Chapter 1 Gu

Darkness, total darkness.Whether with eyes open or closed.

The body seemed to be sinking, descending into nothingness.

In my memory, the cheers of my teammates and the applause of the audience still seem to be echoing in my ears, and the huge cube falling from the sky...

It seemed that I had reached the lowest point, but I felt unforgettable pain.

"Well……"

"He's still alive?! Beat me to death, beat him to death! How dare he steal my trophies."

The boy's instinct to survive made him huddle up in pain.

The rough wooden stick hit the boy's body mercilessly, leaving bright red blood marks one after another.

Damn it, where is this place and why am I here?Who am I?

It hurts. Are you going to die?But, I want to...live!

Another heavy blow hit the boy's right leg.Just when the boy thought he was going to die, a miracle happened...

A warm current flowed out from the boy's heart and flowed throughout his body along the blood vessels.

"Dang-!" A square square block with a faint oak smell appeared out of thin air, with several vague weapons engraved on it: hammer, pliers, screws, leather, and iron pudding.

workbench.

This was the boy's first reaction when he saw this strange block. This name was familiar yet strange. ...It's as if I was once very close to him, but now I have forgotten it.

There was no time to think, the pain tortured the boy like a devil, making every one of him feel miserable.

"Bang, bang, ding, ding, duang—!" The surrounding branches and iron remnants were gathered together by the workbench, forming an iron and wooden shield.

The workbench disappeared, turning into a golden light that slowly flowed into the boy's brows furrowed in pain.

The boy's wounds healed visibly.

All the wooden sticks hit the wooden shield, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound.

The boy opened his eyes. The cowardly look in his eyes was no longer the same, but was replaced by indifference.

A small shadow of a workbench appeared in the boy's hand, and branches fell on the nine-square grid of the workbench.

A sharp wooden sword immediately appeared in the boy's hand.

The boy held the wooden sword and turned to look at the "people" who had just punched and kicked him.

They are indeed not qualified to be called human beings now. The boy knows that when he enters this "breeding cup field", he also loses the qualification to be a human being and the innocent child.

If possible, who would want to stay in this ghost place? This is not a place for humans at all.

The boy even hoped that he could be an ordinary person, playing in the mud with the children in the countryside. He would rather live an ordinary life than bite and kill each other like poisonous insects in this "battle field". Kill each other.

However, fate is not something he can change.

The only thing he can do now is to try his best to survive.

"You, how are you still alive?...Don't come here!" The person who spoke was a yellow-haired boy, his fair face covered with acne.His tone was surprised, but more of a panic.

A wooden sword is definitely not on the same level as a wooden stick.They have only been in the ring for a few days now, but why did the cowardly boy in front of them become like this?

This is absolutely impossible!

"Pfft!" With a sound, the wooden sword penetrated the man's neck, and blood spurted out from the wound, splashing onto the boy's cold face and onto the frightened faces of several people around him.

"Plop!" The head and body were separated, and the body that was broken into two pieces fell to the ground. The yellow-haired boy's livid head was filled with disbelief and infinite horror.

There was another "pop", and a burly brown-haired boy suddenly knelt down, his face full of panic and begging.

"Puff, puff, puff!" The boys holding the wooden sticks knelt down one after another.The look in his eyes matched that of the brown-haired boy.

However, the boy did not stop because of this. This is the secret training center of the Wuhun Palace Elite Project, and it is the cup of Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Wuhun Palace.This is not a game where you give up if you lose, recognize your big brother if you want to, or let it go if you ask for mercy.

They are all poisonous insects in this cup.If you want to survive, you must kill other poisonous insects and eradicate them without leaving any future troubles.Who knows if these wallflowers will just backhand their swords?

The once weak me was almost killed by them, but now they are killed by me in one strike.

An infinite reincarnation of the food chain?

The boy thought about it, took back the blood-stained wooden sword, left corpses everywhere, and turned around to leave.

The other children around looked at the boy with horrified eyes.

The boy turned a blind eye and jumped between the branches of a tree, crossing his legs and practicing.

He has just awakened his martial soul, which is too bad compared to those who have been awakened for a year.

He needs to practice hard and catch up with those people, so that he can have another hope of living.

The boy saw traces of white smoke swimming in his body, which was soul power.

Is it level ten?

The boy thought silently in his heart.

In the afternoon there is physical fitness class.

The boy bathed in bloody water, rolled in a pile of dead people, competed with peers who were one year older and two heads taller than him, practiced dodging in the open space, trained with more than [-] kilograms of stones on his back, and walked on the cliff. the climb……

……

"Huh..." The boy came down from the dangerous mountain panting, and immediately jumped up to a giant tree without stopping.

The boy closed his eyes and felt the turbulent energy in his body, surrounded by purple light.

Three days later, there will be the first soul hunt in the market - all those who have reached level ten can participate.

The boy was preparing to lay the foundation for this soul hunt. In order to withstand the violent state of the soul ring itself, he must have a strong and tough body.

In these three days, he worked harder than others!A powerful soul ring is indispensable for survival.

……

Three days later, the elite of Wuhun Palace planned a secret training center.

A dozen children walked out under the envious and jealous eyes of their peers, holding their heads proudly, and came to several Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall.

A scarred male soul master looked at each child who came out with eagle-like eyes.

His eyes rested on a child.The child's eyes were evasive...

"Pfft!" The scarred man pierced the child's head with his sword.The child's body fell down in front of the shocked eyes of the other children.

died.

No one dares to cry loudly, because if they do, they will be the next person to die.No one dares to complain for that child, because if they do, the next person to die will be themselves.

Tears welled in the eyes of the girls, and the boys closed their eyes, not daring to look at the corpse.

Their legs kept shaking.

"Bah! You're not even at level [-] and you still want to get away with it? You idiot!" The scarred man spat hard at the child's body.

"Take off your hands and show me carefully!" The instructor's face was squeezed together, "You bunch of cowards!"

There was no wave in the boy's calm eyes.

This is not his first time killing someone.When he first came to this world, he killed those few people because of his excessive hatred of the original owner.

Entering the carriage with the others, the boy sat directly in the back seat.

The carriage started slowly and left the secret training center of Wuhun Palace Elite Project.

(End of this chapter)