A friend gave a 9,000-word update ticket. While expressing his gratitude, Sula firmly said: "I can't do it!"

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"This won't work, Karabis, do you understand? Any movement is velocity and power that is regulated by breathing. As the philosopher said, breathing air makes people feel the soul, life and cognition. You must practice heavy infantry running to regulate your messy breathing."

Heavy infantry running is a unique military sport in ancient Greece. The contestants were naked and put on a heavy infantry helmet on their heads to masturbate. Since then, Karabis dressed up with such extremely shameful outfit every day. He first ran around the battlefield, and then ran around the entire holy forest. His face was blushing and his heart was beating. As for Telangen, he sat in front of the precious flower, watching Karabis running naked, constantly changing his requirements, and his shame became greater and greater: "Speed ​​up running."

"Run slowly."

“Running at the corner.”

"One-legged jump run."

"Run back."

"Swipe."

“…”

Finally, the most shameful person came - Telangen took out a silver flute from somewhere and shouted, "Run according to the rhythm of the flute, adjust your breathing at any time." Then he sometimes blew the flute soothingly, sometimes blew the flute excitedly, and then Karabis used a celestial posture to circumference among the male and female slaves pointing at the academy, following the rhythm of the flute, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, round after circle.

"Huh!" Karabis' fist hit KORYKOS. This originally heavy guy actually shaked obediently. Karabis trembled slightly excitedly, and then brushed a few more punches. KORYKOS gradually followed the rhythm of his fist, accepting the control and manipulation of his whole body's strength, and "moaned" one after another. The pleasure in Karabis's heart became greater and greater. He adjusted his breathing and pace freely, and hit KORYKOS hard.

Telangen beside him umbrella and said, "Some parts of the human body are very hard, such as the forehead, fist peak, elbow, knee, but some parts are very fragile, such as the eye socket, the back of the head, the lower abdomen, the armpit, and of course, the crotch. The key to fighting fist is to use the strongest parts of your body to quickly hit the weakest parts of the enemy."

“Even the crotch…”

"Yes, there is only one kind of fighting fist that violates the rules, that is, to hold each other together, and the rest, attacks on any part are reasonable and effective until the enemy stretches out two fingers to indicate surrender. But I guess the enemy generally has no chance to reach out." Telanion looked at the small sundial at the entrance of the battlefield and said, "The teaching time is coming soon again, and the pleasant time for Karabis to spend with you is always short. Work hard."

Karabis was very excited. Could it be that I could get out of the army?

"Oh, I forgot to say that I immediately stuffed the KORYKOS with soft rags and sprinkled slippery fine sand on the floor. It's not difficult to find. There are so many fields on the battlefield - you have to step on it and hit it. Finally, continue to run heavy infantry races every day to train your endurance and explosiveness." Telanian thought of something, and raised his finger slightly, and then left with his hands behind his back.

Karabis sat dejectedly on the stone slabs of the arcade...

I have to say that when I stepped on fine sand under my feet, I couldn't stand firmly at all. After finally standing firmly, I couldn't punch. Even if I punched, I couldn't hit KORYKOS. Even if I hit it, it would swing around with a soft cloth, and the fist would not be flesh at all. Karabis, whose face was covered in sweat, became more and more angry. He was not a person who would get angry at random on weekdays, but now he was angry. The originally rhythmic punch was like a crazy turtle punch. Finally, he yelled in anger and sat on the ground to breathe.

"Stop, yes, Telangen repeatedly warned that the essence of fighting fist is to use the strongest parts to bounce the weakest parts, but people are different from this KORYKOS. They will dodge and block. In addition, the difference in terrain will also have a great impact on the performance of fighting fist. The most core thing that hurts others is not brave collisions, but stable DPS, stable DPS that is stable enough to not be affected by any external influence. The purpose of Telangen letting his feet step on sand is probably like this." After thinking through Karabis, he adjusted his mentality and emotions, stood up slowly, and continued to start.

After a while, when he saw Karabis on the fine sand, he could still move his fist freely and beat the soft cloth KORYKOS to the point of being so full of wind, Terranian nodded with relief and said slowly: "Immediately replace the broken glass residue and step on it, and replace the inner core of KORYKOS with linen flax."

"Damn!" Karabis smiled on his face and shouted in his heart.

Just two days before he was about to register for work at the Kitchen Temple, Kelly appeared in front of the gate post of the Tellanian Academy and waved to Karabis who was running naked.

After getting dressed, Kelly's first words were: "Why are you doing a helmet when you run naked?"

"This should be a Greek tradition," Karabis explained.

"Then you have to be careful. There is another tradition in Greece that an old man like that will stare at your buttocks while playing the flute." Kelly finished his advice and said, "Peima will meet you, or just say, Marcos wants to see you--because Praidia, the wife of Praidia, is back from Byer, and is arguing about the construction of the Villa Praida."

After saying goodbye to Telangen, in the courtyard of Mount Lukulaspardin, Karabis saw Claudiya for the first time, Claudi's sister, a sinister and beautiful woman. Surrounded by several maids, she was surrounded by pure gold serpentine circles on her white arms. She sat elegantly on the chair under the grape trellis, and was domineering Lukulas, "As a member of the Claudi family, your wife, don't even have the right to suggest Praima's plan? I don't like this villa to be turned into a country farm, such as fish ponds, barns, figs, and your brother's whimsical and ridiculous idea. If it is built according to Marcos's philosophy, I will refuse to move in here."

"Then I am very happy. Anyway, my dear wife, you stay on the yacht on the Byeshore every month and every leap day, bringing the demonic child and girl, drunk and indulging indulge in lust, showing the glory of your Claudi family. Like your baby brother, if you will be the mistress of Prama, I would rather live in with Marcos alone." Lukulas had no room for concession.

Claudia was so angry that her lips were trembling. She quickly couldn't help but: "As a Roman lady, what's wrong with a few lovers? Didn't you also invite a lot of socialites at your banquet? We are all expanding glory and power for our respective families. Making lovers is just one of the means. That's why I suggested building Prama into a large social paradise, digging out an artificial lake, allowing small boats to raft on it, and a huge wine hall and kitchen, and hiring excellent chefs from the East - Is there anything wrong with my arrangement, but you just spoiled your younger brother Marcos? Marcos, what ridiculous place do you want to build Prama?" Claudia looked so impatient and shot at Marcos who was yelling on one side.
Chapter completed!