But that's not all.

"Fifty more people will come from the front, and another fifty people will come from behind to clean up their feet. Others, rest where they are."

then……

Feng Yin and the remaining 155 people looked confused and found a big tree to rest under the shade.

The 500 people who were selected to work by the instructors all looked shattered.

I really can’t understand why you arrange people to work so casually?

The five hundred gold medal killers cleaned up the site very quickly and were finished in a moment.

Then requeue.

"Eleven rows in line, sixty people in each row."

The queue is complete.

The instructor frowned and said angrily: "How come we formed a team? Why are there still six left? Just fill in from the six teams in the middle and stand at the back."

As he spoke, he pointed at Feng Yin and several other people: "You, you, you, you, you..."

A total of six people were ordered.

"Get out of the queue!"

Feng Yin and the other six people came out inexplicably and stood at the front.

I heard the instructor get furious: "You shorties, you are still leaning in the middle? Do you know that your height is a problem? Well? Can you see a fart over there?"

Then he ordered: "The six of you are at the front, single file."

Everyone burst into laughter, gloating that these six guys were scolded.

But many people immediately felt something was wrong.

The other five are certainly dwarfs... This is true, but this guy who looks ordinary is definitely not short. He has a standard figure.

Neither tall nor short.

If he can be treated specially, then there are too many people among these 600 people who can be treated specially.

But after the instructor made such arrangements, he actually decided like this.

Six people in front.

Then there are eleven rows, with a row of sixty people at the back.

As for Fengyin... this Wenwen seemed a bit tall when standing among the dwarfs, so the instructor was dissatisfied and thought it affected the appearance.

So I placed this gentle person in the middle!

in other words……

Feng Yin's current position is at the front and center, directly facing the instructor.

The distance from the instructor's face is no more than two meters.

Even the blackheads on the skin next to the instructor's golden mask were clearly visible.

Absolute golden c position!

The other six hundred or so people all had toothaches, but... there was no evidence to prove that the instructor was using his power for personal gain.

After all...what's there to do for personal gain?

They are all gold medal killer training.

It all comes down to luck.

Many people are thinking that this guy... has really good luck. However, if this guy has average comprehension, his luck can also be said to be really bad.

Sure enough, the instructor started training next.

"Everyone took off their shoes and went barefoot."

"Look at my toes, the span of my feet, the way my shoulders and hands fall naturally while standing."

"Watch your toes."

Just when other people behind were complaining that they couldn't see it from such a distance, they heard a bang.

The gentle one at the front was kicked away: "Idiot! You can't even learn to stand up from me at this close distance?"

Everyone gloated as they watched Wen Wen being kicked out for more than ten meters, and their embarrassment couldn't be greater.

Immediately, I couldn't help but feel the joy in my heart.

"Get back! Stand still!"

Then the instructor began to explain the essentials of the movements: "In this position, my head...neck...shoulders...act...legs, knees...act, toes...such as drawing a knife, such as a sword, such as punching...etc.

Watch!”

Demonstration was given once.

"Such a stance is the easiest to make any attack. If you use a knife, you can use your big toe to use more force to draw the knife like this... You can show me."

The instructor pointed at Fengyin.

Feng Yin looked confused.

Am I being taken special care of? Or am I being treated specially?

Or was it targeted by a special attack?

So he got out of the queue and stood according to the instructor's way...

"Draw the knife!"

Instructor's orders.

brush!

The wind prints the sword!

puff!

With one kick, Gentle flew ten meters away, lying on the ground like a toad with a confused look on his face.

"Are your arms stiff? Do you have to have such a big angle? Are you afraid that others can't kill you? Backhand, extend it, use the power of the sheath to drive the arm, and then use force to chop... Are you crazy?

pit?"

The instructor yelled: "Watch carefully! Look at my toes, my knees, my shoulders, and my elbows!"

Then the instructor struck out with a knife.

Feng Yin looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it was the same power, but nearly twice as powerful as his own sword!

I couldn't help but my eyes lit up.

"Come again!"

puff!

He was kicked out hard again!

"If you draw the knife, draw the knife. Why should you move your shoulder?"

The instructor yelled: "You are as stupid as a pig! When you meet an opponent in the future, when people see you shrugging your shoulders, especially when facing an opponent who is light and agile with a sword, you will just pierce him with a sword. You don't even have a chance with the sword."

When you take action, you have to retreat! Before taking action, you have to be reminded that you are going to use the knife? Do you feel that you are dying too slowly?"

Tenderness being targeted?

Everyone feels a little strange in their hearts.

This beating is too intensive...

…………

[Remembering when I was in the new recruit company, I received more beatings than gentleness... In the new recruit company for four months, I averaged about two meals a day.]
Chapter completed!