The One Hundred and Sixty-First Chapter: The Military Drum Tower

  Feng Tu Kuang Ge removed the large stone from his body, and it hit the ground with a loud drumbeat-like sound. The ground beneath A Liu Ke's feet trembled slightly. "Something?" Feng Tu Kuang Ge moved his body, but didn't seriously look at A Liu Ke. This kind of insincere praise he had heard too many times since childhood.

  A Luo Ke bumped into a soft nail and smiled indifferently: "I heard that the first warrior of Jinxi Province's exam has arrived at Tufang, so I came to see if there is any rumor about the strong."

  Kaito began picking up his clothes, preparing for the next training session, without even looking at Akito. He had heard this kind of talk too many times before.

  "What a pity..." Ah Liu He sighed, his eyes secretly glancing at Feng Tu Kuang Ge, who had been walking forward but suddenly stopped. A faint smile appeared in his heart, indeed, the young man still had a competitive spirit!

  "Unfortunately, in my opinion, you're probably not the strongest newcomer of Tudou. "Achu looked at Xingyue Kuangge who had turned around, with a disappointed expression: "Although the Yongliu Province exam has not started yet, I believe that Qianjin from Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy is definitely stronger than you!"

  A Lü Ke looked at Feng Tu Kuang Ge step by step walking towards himself, trying to suppress the excitement that seemed to erupt at any moment: "You don't need to be angry, what I said is a fact. This point, even Qian Jin himself also acknowledges..."

  He finally stood in front of Aru shell, slowly bowing his head close to Aru shell's face, staring at each other for a few seconds, and a disdainful smile curled up at the corner of his lips: "A teacher from Odger Academy? I'm young, impulsive, but also a warrior who walked out of the military family of Sheng Huo. Provocation, sabotage, these schemes have to be learned since childhood. You're stupid, don't think others are stupid too. Hmm, do you want me to be your free mercenary? Go back and read more about military strategy before coming again."

  Aruo Ke stared blankly at Feng Tu Kuang Ge, his breathing becoming slightly rapid. The young man's eyes seemed like a lion's! In front of him, Aruo Ke felt like a clever fox who had gone to deceive the lion into catching deer for him to eat, only to be seen through by the lion and was about to be eaten at any moment. Feng Tu Kuang Ge saw Aruo Ke's stunned expression, smiled lightly, shook his head and turned to leave.

  Plop...... Ah Liu's legs could no longer support him, and he suddenly sat down on the ground with a thud, staring blankly at the departing figure. It was only then that he truly remembered that the Huo family had originated from the Commander System before gradually becoming the integrated Commander and Warrior Systems as they were today.

  It's just that the Xuantu clan has been representing the pinnacle of non-bloodline warriors for years, and people have gradually forgotten that the Xuantu clan not only values individual combat power but also attaches great importance to command. "Qianjin?"

  The Burning Road's Mad Song Walks Far, with a soft murmur in his mouth: "I won't fall for others' schemes, but I still want to try it out."

  Being locked up for ten days is a very painful thing for many people.

  Qianjin had long been accustomed to such things, having been locked up in the Four Seasons Valley for two years, which could also be said to be a huge confinement room.

  In this small, dark room for ten days, Qian Jin had a sense of vacation, except for eating and practicing his internal energy, occasionally he would take advantage of the weak light to read "The Divine Shooter", wanting to find out the strange feeling that had been puzzling him.

  Duan Feng didn't slack off during the ten-day closed training session, instead showing his hardworking side. For sixteen hours a day, aside from eating and using the restroom, he would take out an hour to chat with Gan Jing, and devote all other time to training.

  "I want to be the new King! I want to get the Fruit of the Fight! I want to fill the space of the Fight with tobacco! For this great dream, I will work hard!"

  Every time he heard the slogan of Feng Wu Er, he always had to think seriously for half a day, studying this dream to see where it was great. If becoming the new king was considered a great dream, then the opponent's goal was just to fill up on tobacco... Perhaps Luo Lin knew that saying too much would be too boastful? The creaky wooden door slowly opened, and sunlight immediately occupied the dark space inside the small house. Qian Jin slightly narrowed his eyes, adapting to the outside light for a moment before walking out.

  "Vacation is over..." Tuan Feng Er stretched his waist and walked beside Qian Jin, saying in a low voice: "Give me another pack of cigarettes?" Qian Jin immediately lifted his leg and did something he had wanted to do for ten days - kicked him! "Ah!!" Tuan Feng Er fell to the ground, clutching his butt and wailing: "I'm hurt!!! It hurts so much! I need pain relief, give me a cigarette..." "Even extortion is so similar..." Qian Jin sighed, putting a pack of cigarettes in front of Tuan Feng Er. The wailing immediately stopped. "You could have dodged it." Qian Jin kindly reminded Tuan Feng Er. "If I dodged it, would you still give me this pack of cigarettes?" Tuan Feng Er rubbed his butt, looking at Qian Jin with a sly expression: "So, taking this kick really isn't a loss!" "Tuan Feng Er!!" A woman dressed as a teacher walked over with a furious face: "You really dare to be so arrogant! Being locked up and still...

  Duan Feng didn't see that woman again, turned around and ran wildly in another direction with his legs, leaving behind a sentence without looking back: "Old friend! I'll go find you another day, if not we'll meet at the Imperial College exam, you must get in!" "Think you can run?"

  A gust of fragrant wind swept past Qianjin's side, and the beautiful woman with golden long hair also disappeared instantly without a trace.

  Rodriguez stood with the students of the Academy not far from the door, while Beryl was still as timid as usual, and the other students had surprise, curiosity and confusion in their eyes.

  "Kid." Rodriguez said, hands on his hips, facing the cover in front of him: "Explain yourself? What's going on? The you from ten days ago wasn't ordinary at all. How could you have hidden it from us for so long?"

  Dake and the others perked up their ears, as everyone had been surrounding Bili for days, trying to ask how Qianjin's magic could be so strong. This magic student had always kept his mouth shut and refused to answer, but now he was finally about to reveal the result of their long-awaited curiosity.

  "Teacher..." Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders: "You guys have never asked me about it before. Besides, you've always been very kind and comforting me, seeing how sincere you are in your comfort, I really didn't want to tell you the truth... or else that moment would be too embarrassing for you."

  Rodriguez stepped forward, his arm wrapped around the dry neck: "Now, are we going to save face? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. You've been treating me like a monkey all along, haven't you? Speak! Have you already reached the peak of being a 10th-level warrior?" "Teacher...I'm a Demon Slayer...and not even a first-rate one..." "What! A Demon Slayer?"

  Rodriguez, Dak and the Oakland Academy shouted in unison with everyone outside the Emerald Falls, as well as several veterans around them, shocked to the point of incredulity.

  "Devil Slaying Warrior! Being able to enter the Advanced Academy as a 10th-level warrior is not an easy feat at all! A Devil Slaying Warrior entering the Advanced Academy? That's almost exclusively a Bloodline Warrior thing."

  "What is a Demon Slayer War?" Rodriguez asked, puzzled. Dak also looked puzzled and asked his own question. "A Demon Slayer War refers to the level of strength among demon slayers..."

  Rodriguez saw that the dry mouth did not open, but the sound came from behind and slowly passed by, and he quickly turned his head with everyone to look back.

  He wore a tight-fitting warrior suit that accentuated his robust muscles, walking with a steady gait. However, he didn't hear the words: "Demon-slaying warriors seem to be all the same in many people's eyes. In fact, demon-slaying warriors are divided into nine battles, and the strongest is the ninth battle of demon-slaying. The first battle of demon-slaying is actually the entry-level warrior among demon-slaying warriors."

  Rodriguez turned back to look at Gan Jing, his eyes clearly asking if these words were true or false.

  "Right." Qian Jin looked at Feng Tu Kuang Ge: "How many battles have you been through?"

  "Want to spar?" The tone of Feng Tu's crazy song was friendly, not provocative at all. It was unexpected and exciting for him to meet a cadet who hadn't even taken the exam yet in the military camp, and he wasn't just an ordinary soldier from the Demon-Conquering War.

  The Xiongnu imperial court has always treated any excellent ordinary warriors with great seriousness and support, and will do its best to recruit them into the Jinxi military group.

  He nodded indifferently. Two years of living in the mountain valley had already made him fearless, or rather, completely indifferent to challenges.

  In any barracks of the Zhen Ce Empire, there is almost always a must-have arena. The role of these arenas is generally for soldiers to hone their skills when they are idle and bored. Because it's in front of everyone, the losing side will definitely lose face, so they will naturally work harder to train and strive to regain their reputation in battle, which is also a way for the military to practice martial arts.

  In fact, this tradition should be inherited from the various higher martial arts academies, and each higher academy also has a different style of arena.

  The natural arena of the earth castle also has its own arena, which is a circular arena with a diameter of about ten meters. The surface is made of three-inch thick wooden boards, fixed with row upon row of copper nails, and is very stable.

  The soldiers who heard the news all gathered around, in the army, if there is no urgent military task and you are not on duty at that time, then fighting will not violate military discipline. Compared with Qianjin's private fight ten days ago, which was defined as a brawl, it is completely different.

  Qianjin wasn't unaware of the existence of the arena, it's just that at that moment he didn't want to settle things in the arena. If his opponent was timid and didn't dare step into the arena, then there wouldn't be an opportunity to teach all those people a lesson, let alone beat the teacher.

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