Late at night, in the Fourth Division's dormitory.
Mao Zhilie lay naked on the bed. Her limpid eyes had become unfocused, and her breathing had yet to calm down.
Duke sat on the windowsill with a thin layer of clothing draped over his shoulders. At the same time, he was looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
After a long time, Mao Zhihua Lie's eyes focused again. She subconsciously moved her legs and looked at Duke.
"What's on your mind?"
? Mao Zhihua Lie noticed Duke's expression, but Duke shook his head." No."”
"Then why do you look so worried?"
"The cows that plow the land also need to rest, Flower Street!”
Duke didn't answer directly. He looked at Mao Zhi Hua Lie mischievously, and Mao Zhi Hua Lie rolled his eyes at Duke. The latter chuckled and took the medicine that Nirvana Li had given him.
This was originally a drug used for interrogation. It could magnify the senses of the victim by hundreds of times. Even the friction of a strand of hair on the skin would make the victim wish they were dead.
Most importantly, this medicine could also prevent people from fainting under intense stimulation.
But Duke had developed a new way to use it.
Of course, when Nirvana passed the medicine to Duke, the disdain in his eyes was so intense that he could not hide it.
Not only that, he also gave all the female members of the 12th Division a death order.
You're not allowed to have any contact with Duke.
This person was not a good person to any woman!
As for why he needed this medicine?
If he didn't feed Mao Zhihua Lie to his fill, he wanted to go out and have fun?
That was impossible!
"Alright, second round!"
Duke took out a pill from the bottle and walked toward Mao Zhihua Lie.
As the saying goes, a day apart is like three years.
Tonight, Mao Zhihua Lie experienced the feeling of meeting for a night and two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten days.
The next morning.
Duke yawned as he walked out of the fourth division's dormitory. He met the sisters at the door, but before he could greet them, they ran away with blushing faces.
"What's going on? Why did he run away without even saying goodbye?”
Duke was also confused as he inserted the knife into the belt around his waist.
However, he did not think too much about it. He walked out of the gate of the fourth division and headed towards the former site of the first division.
Today would be a very long day.
.........
In the pitch-black corridor, the sound of the engine turning on and off could be heard.
With the sound of a mechanism being activated, Gengmu Sword Hachi, who had just recovered from his injuries, walked out of the slowly opening door in front of him and walked into the lowest level of the underground prison in Zhenyang-the endless hell.
"Hah!"
Gengmu Shoujian let out a wild laugh as soon as he entered the endless hell.
"This is really a huge stage that makes people tremble with excitement!”
"You're late!"
Duke was seriously placing the sword on his waist on the knife rack that he had just placed. Beside the knife rack were two barrels, and dozens of wooden knives were placed in the barrels.
The shape of this wooden blade was exactly the same as the blade of a certain silver-haired warrior with naturally curly dead fish eyes.
Duke casually took out a wooden knife and tapped his palm with it.
"I was still wondering who that old man Yamamoto would get to teach me the Severing Technique. I didn't expect it to be you!”
Wood Sword Eight's face was filled with excitement, but Duke said unhurriedly,""Before that, take off the blindfold and the bell.”
"I told you, bastard, call me Sword Eight!”
Gengmu Sword Eight pulled out his sword and slashed at Duke. The moment the jagged blade of the sword, which was wrapped in a terrifying spiritual pressure, slashed at Duke, a red mark suddenly appeared on Gengmu Sword Eight's face.
Pa!
In just a moment, Wooden Sword Eight was like an arrow that had left the bow. He flew backward and crashed into the wall of the door that he had just walked out of.
The wooden sword that was slowly falling against the wall was covered with wet toilet paper. It was slapped against the wall and slowly slid down until it fell to the ground.
"Bastard!"
Gengmu Sword Eight raised his hand to touch the red mark on his face after being hit by the wooden blade. He spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up with his sword. He roared,"It really hurts!"
"The first lesson is to abandon your anger and face the purpose of the battle!”
Duke tapped his shoulder with the wooden blade in his hand and said calmly,""Otherwise, you are just a wild beast that can only roar in vain!”
"You speak as if you know a lot."
Gengmu Sword Eight walked toward Duke with his saber in hand. As he walked, he said,""You're holding a wooden saber. Don't look down on me!”
Gengmu Sword Eight brandished his saber once again. This time, he condensed an even stronger spiritual pressure than before.
But this time, Duke charged forward and thrust his wooden blade forward, stabbing into Gengmu Sword Eight's chest. The power seeped out of his body, causing him to widen his eyes and spit out the acid in his stomach.
"Wow!"
Gengmu Shanba, who was bending forward, couldn't help but kneel on the ground. Duke stood in front of him and said coldly,""I told you, abandon your anger!”
"In battle, anger may make you forget your pain, but it will also make you lose something.”
"For example, calm thinking, a calm mental state, stable hands, and a pair of eyes that can observe the enemy's movements!”
"You bastard, stop talking to yourself. If you can't enjoy the battle, what's the point of it?”
Gengmu Sword Eight tried to stand up with his sword, but Duke's wooden saber hit the back of his head.
In just a moment, fresh blood splattered everywhere, and Gengmu Sword 8 instantly fell to the ground.
"What is the purpose of the battle?"
Duke knocked on the head of Gengmu Sword Eight with his wooden knife again and again." Hurry up and answer. I won't listen until you answer."”
"To me, fighting is to enjoy life, to feel the thrill that makes my entire body tremble!”
As Gengmu Sword Eight responded in a muffled voice, Duke raised his hand and stabbed Gengmu Sword Eight in the back. The blade grazed his heart and nailed him to the ground.
"Wrong answer!"
"However, this is also your style!”
Duke squatted down, grabbed Gengmu Sword Eight's hair, and lifted his head.
"I'll give you 59 points, a full score of 60.”
"Then tell me, what is the purpose of this battle?”
Gengmu Sword Eight said with an unconvinced expression. Duke immediately said,"To kill the enemy, of course."
"No matter what the reason for the battle is, in the end, there is a conflict of interest or standpoints. The best way to resolve a dispute was to resolve the other party and solve the problem from the root.”
"In my opinion, your way of thinking is too childish and idiotic.”
Duke shook his head." So, this is our first lesson!”
"Correct your concept of battle and abandon your unprovoked anger in battle!”
"You're really a competent teacher!”
Wood Sword Eight felt the pain of being pierced by the wooden saber. He opened his mouth and revealed a set of white teeth. He raised his hand to pull off his blindfold and gritted his teeth."I want to kill you now!"
"Oh, not bad progress!"
"Now, let's move on to the second lesson, the fear of death!”
As soon as Duke finished speaking, he grabbed Gengmu Sword Eight's head with both hands and twisted his head forcefully.
Eight more wooden swords, dead!
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