magician of beasts

"Warriors who have not reached the level of great fighters have red fighting spirit." Calga looked solemn, and in such an atmosphere, his dark eyes showed a bright brilliance that was completely opposite to the usual gloom, which made people unable to help themselves. Dazzling.

"The strength of a fighter comes from himself. The better his physical fitness, the more fighting energy he can arouse, accumulate, and carry, and grow stronger due to the stimulation of the external environment. In the end, it is the same as magic power. Form your own unique system and skills, let the potential in your body burst out, restrain the enemy, protect yourself, and pursue your own path."

He explained sentence by sentence with a solemn attitude. Arlo knew that in just one day of getting along, Calga, who is a powerful fighter, had already seen what Liu Fang lacked the most, so he had this Invitation, that's why, beside this rehearsal field, while telling Liu Ya, let him see the actual scene.

The fighters in the field broke out their grudges with a loud shout, reminding their opponents to pay attention, and also declaring their strength and bravery.

When the big swords are equipped with grudges, they can cut out powerful energy vortexes when they are swung, allowing strength to collide with countless explosions, continuously climbing, and constantly impacting!The high-pitched roar was endless, and the circling wind rolled up a powerful airflow, as if condensed into long ropes of invisible energy, fighting hard in the tug-of-war between each other!

The fierce wind cuts the face, howls——

Every pair of fighting mercenaries is surrounded by entangled forces, flowing freely along a certain pattern, sometimes surging, sometimes violent, but they are always controlled between the two, and do not invade the side.

The roaring energy vortexes vary in size between different mercenaries. They may be tacit opponents, so that their grudges set off the same frequency, one left semicircle, one right semicircle, and finally merge at the intersection, and then Stagger away in the next moment.And between the captains, the semicircle will gradually turn into a similar circle, and then circles rub against circles, vortexes and vortexes, making a harsh but extremely exciting sound of "嗞嗞"!

Just on this training field, the mercenaries unleashed all their strength and fought heartily and heartily!They let the energy generate endless rolling and friction, and then emit dazzling light in this rolling and friction!

Those scattered or escaping battle qi turned into red mist and slowly lifted into the sky, rendering patches of smoky red there, as if covering the blue sky and letting the red sun hide behind the red mist. In the mist, they gradually seemed to merge into one, and they could no longer be separated...

Calga's clear voice was still flowing slowly: "For fighters below the fifth level, the color of fighting spirit is not very different, they are all light red, and the fifth level is the first bottleneck for fighters, and some people stop at the fourth level for life. At the peak, I didn't make an inch of progress, but after becoming a fifth-level fighter, the color of fighting spirit will deepen and turn into bright red, which is pleasing to the eye at first glance; fighters from fifth to seventh level can be regarded as the best among fighters, And when you reach the peak of the seventh level, you will encounter another bottleneck."

"No matter what kind of exercise you do, the limit of the human body's fighting spirit is at the peak of the seventh level, and if you want to reach the eighth level, you must have a teacher with a higher fighting spirit to accompany you in the daily training, and learn how to channel and penetrate the fighting spirit. Muscle skills... Errol, I see that your tooth loss has reached the limit where you have to learn."

Aluo didn't panic because Calgar saw through Liufang's strength, but smiled calmly and gently: "Yes Calgar, I came out with Liufang this time just to find a way for him to control himself .Seriously, I thank you very much, Calgar."

"You have also saved our mercenaries, so you don't need to thank them." Calga straightened his back and didn't even turn his head. Then, he continued, "If you can break through the seventh level, Going up further, every time one level advances, the quality and energy of the battle qi will change like an earth-shaking change, and the color of the battle qi will gradually deepen. The fighters who have reached the peak of the ninth level, their battle qi is like bloody hot blood. When it is released, it boils and rolls like a sea of ​​blood...but also because of this, it becomes extremely difficult to improve each level." He paused, "even in many cases, it is necessary to find the legendary plants, and then Ask a high-level pharmacist to prepare a potion that the fighters can fully absorb, as a life-saving bargaining chip... Yes, every level after the eighth level is almost a matter of life and death."

The rules between heaven and earth are originally like this. If you want to gain power, you have to pay more effort and price than others, and you must go through more difficult hurdles than others... In this world, nothing can be obtained for nothing.

The fighting of the soldiers began to heat up, and their eyes gradually became stained with a color similar to fighting spirit, and their moves began to gradually lose their rhythm... In the air that seemed to be sprayed with blood mist, they Their faces carried a trace of almost invisible ferocity, and their figures also faintly carried a horrifying madness!The strength of their strikes began to lose scale, and their running speed gradually became unrestrained, becoming excited, enthusiastic, passionate, wanton and wild!

The great swords made sharp high-pitched sounds, trembling excitedly at the irresistible power of their masters!Their bodies kept fluctuating slightly, and the blades wailed, as if they were about to be unable to bear it...

Calgar's eyes never left the practice field. At this moment, his eyes fell on the seemingly lazy Farfe beside him.

"What are you waiting for, Farfe?" he said grimly.

Farfei showed a big smile, and the next moment it turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant!

In front of the practice field, Farfei's figure suddenly appeared, and the too fast speed brought up an afterimage, and then quickly merged with him.

Farfei's eyes burst into bright red light, and even the whites of his eyes seemed to be stained with blood, making his appearance instantly terrifying.

He opened his arms, and a surge of fighting spirit gushed out from his body!

That grudge is like a living thing, swimming around, and like a mountain torrent, it erupts in an instant!

The "field" belonging to Farfe was overwhelmingly depressed, like a mountain of ten thousand junctures falling heavily!

Oppression, coercion, force majeure.

The "field" that Farfei deliberately released was substantial, and it spread at an infinitely fast speed, but within a short while, it covered all the mercenaries on the practice field.

At this time, the mercenaries are like being surrounded in a huge glass box full of viscous substances, which are sticky and inseparable... making them unable to move.

Farfei's figure appeared extremely tall at this moment, as unshakable as a mountain!He stretched out his hands, clenched them into fists, and shouted: "Rules!"

When the "glass box" heard his order, it rippled like water, and the mercenaries in the box seemed to be washed by the water, and they immediately wobbled... they couldn't stand still anymore.

"The rules are lifted!" Farfei grinned, opened his palms again, and lowered his hems one by one.

The glass box disappeared without a sound.

Under the effect of strong inertia, the mercenaries couldn't hold on any longer, and lay down on the ground.

"Oh, I played too hard..." Oss, who was outspoken, was the first to scratch his head and say it.

Saiyan rubbed his sore shoulders and smiled wryly: "Oss, you should add the word 'you'."

Shell also smiled heartily: "Yeah, it's overkill again."

Followed by the other captains, they also smiled and said, "It doesn't matter! Isn't there a captain here?"

"That's right, anyway, the leader should be used to it..."

"Actually, we're used to it... But, it's really enjoyable!"

These are the mercenaries of the Red Wolf Mercenary Group!

The head of the group, Farfei, has reached almost nine levels of vindictiveness in his 30s!His strength convinced all the mercenaries, and made the mercenaries tightly reunite around him!

It is also because Farfe is so powerful that they can do their best every time they practice, because they know that no matter what kind of life and death they are on the verge of life, there are hands that can pull them back, and no matter what their consciousness will be. How dark they sink, or how uncontrollable they deviate, someone can wake them up instantly with great power!

After finishing all this, Farfei turned his head and grinned at Calga, the bloodshot eyes faded away, and there was no haze in the smile at all.

The happy mercenaries were chattering, Farfei was also surrounded and couldn't leave for a while, and Arlo looked at Calga—although this person had always had an ugly expression, after seeing this scene, there was a gleam in his eyes. The faint joy is very real.

"Calga, I see, Farfe's almost blood-like fighting spirit." Alo patted the arm with his teeth on his waist to comfort him - the muscles and bones on it seemed to be beating "suddenly" , "And Calgar, your strength is probably not inferior to Farfe's."

Yes, Aluo saw it clearly, it was redder than crimson, but slightly lighter than blood, and when the fighting energy was released in all directions, Calgar stood in front of him His back... Calga stood straight in front of him and Liu Ya, resisting the impact of the grudge, but Calga himself didn't even move his feet.

Calgar turned his head, his eyes gloomy: "A mercenary group doesn't need two strongest leaders... Besides, my strength is not as pure and powerful as Farfe's. I have what I am good at. Farfe is also good at things, so the current arrangement is the best." He said, his voice was lower, "Errol, you are still a teenager with a toothache, and I'm afraid you can't understand it from the look of him. The hard part. Are you ready, Errol?"

"Broken teeth will be fine." Alo smiled, "Of course I have this consciousness. What about you, Calga? Have you realized it?"

Calgar snorted, with a gloomy expression on his face, but he did not show the slightest fear: "Of course I have made up my mind a long time ago. As a soldier, we have all made up our minds."

Arlo recognized who this "we" was referring to, and glanced over at the red-haired man: "Then Calgar, I look forward to you...no, the day you climbed to the highest peak."