Chapter 69
The battle situation was tragic, but the result was obvious. No. 17, who had not been systematically trained, was beaten very badly by Big Bear. Only the left leg left was intact. In addition to the left arm, the right arm and right leg were discounted by Big Bear's heavy punches and side kicks in the hand-to-hand combat just now. At this time, No. 17 was kicked to the ground by Big Bear's kick. Because there was no support point, No. 17 never stood up in the landlord. Seeing this scene, Big Bear finally breathed a sigh of relief. No. 17's unreasonable and lifeless fighting style made Big Bear feel a little scared.
There were also many places on Big Bear's body, and the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth had been roasted into dark red blood stains by the high temperature in the desert. There were pains from the ribs, and it was estimated that several bones needed to be taken back. The sunglasses on his face had long been beaten to where they were hit. There were also many dark injuries in other places. If Big Bear could beat Big Bear like this, the number of palms in the entire training camp would not exceed one palm. However, compared with No. 17, Big Bear could be considered a complete victory.
However, it can be considered a complete victory, which does not mean that it is a complete victory. No. 17, who fell to the ground and suffered many serious injuries, did not moan as painfully as before, but simply locked the bear who was still gasping with his wild beast-like eyes, and kicked on the ground with his only intact left leg, crawling towards the bear bit by bit by bit by bit. At this time, No. 17, he had forgotten the huge pain caused to him by the serious injury, and only the figure that he had not knocked him down. Although this figure seemed a little blurred in his eyes.
I am not a coward. Although my hands are broken, I still have one leg left. If my legs are broken, then my teeth will still be my own. Before I die, I will continue to fight until I hit him in my eyes and be defeated. I cannot let the glorious name of "Kunlun" be defiled on the first day of my arrival here and be defiled by my incompetence. The same words were repeated over and over in the heart of No. 17, and No. 17 was also trapped in such self-hypnosis.
Looking at the "defeated generals" crawling towards him little by little, Big Bear looked a little panicked. If possible, Big Bear would definitely choose to kill the person in front of him who is no longer as human as a person, so that he would no longer have to bear the endless pressure brought to him by his body like a broken body. Unfortunately, this is in the training camp for angel mercenaries, and the first principle of the training camp is that people are not allowed to kill in the training camp.
Logically, such a serious injury as No. 17, should have fainted long ago. But such a person who should have fainted long ago kept approaching the big bear. The people who were originally watching the fun gradually became quiet. The expression on their faces was no longer the kind of contempt they had before, but instead they were solemn and solemn. What they looked like was no longer joking, but a kind of respect from the heart.
In the training camp of the angel mercenaries, if you want to get respect from others, you have to rely on your own strength. Obviously, No. 17, which has been fighting, has been recognized by everyone present. In their eyes, No. 17 is a warrior like them, rather than the old, weak, sick and disabled who were previously considered to be.
Big Bear's face was constantly changing, just like the face change in Sichuan opera. From the initial contempt, it gradually became solemn. Now, there was only shock on his face, and even a hint of fear mixed in it. No. 17 was still approaching Big Bear, and Big Bear's heart was getting more and more stressed. Big Bear, who could not bear such a huge pressure, suddenly burst out with fierce light from his eyes. He strode forward, raised his fist, and used all his strength to attack No. 17. If such an attack fell on No. 17, with his current physical condition, he would definitely die.
Seeing that the 17th, who had been persisting until now, was about to be buried under the full force of Big Bear, at this critical moment, he only strengthened and squeezed Big Bear's punch with all his strength in this episode, making Big Bear's punch unable to move forward any more.
When I saw the fierce light in Big Bear's eyes, I called Big Bear. And the person who pinched Big Bear's fist was naturally the Minotaur, the big Bear, who was known for his strength. Everyone who was immersed in admiration for No. 17's unyielding Zhan Zhi exclaimed Big Bear again for no reason, because Big Bear took the Big Bear's full-strength attack with one hand, and the expression of Big Bear was so relaxed. You must know that Big Bear's power is one of the best in this training camp. If someone can take the Big Bear's full-strength attack so easily, then his power... Everyone can't imagine it anymore.
When the big bull was attacking the big bear, I had already arrived at No. 17.
"Sleep, my warrior, you have used your actions to defend the glorious name of "Kunlun". The whole Kunlun and I are proud of you. Sleep, your enemy has been defeated by you, and your mission has been completed. Sleep with peace of mind!" My voice was very low, but every word went straight to the depths of No. 17's brain. Facing No. 17, which has been hypnotized by itself, I can only hypnotize him again, otherwise he will not stop his actions, even if Big Bear is really defeated by him. Unless No. 17 is really dead, otherwise he will not stop his actions.
Now, after my hypnosis, No. 17's eyes gradually drooped, and his movements gradually slowed down. Seeing that his hypnosis had effect, I continued to step up my hypnosis until No. 17 really fell asleep.
Seeing that Daniu and I had already taken action, Yuan Kongzi, who had originally wanted to come forward to save others, narrowed his eyes again and enjoyed the fine wine I gave him. However, the smile on the corner of his mouth showed that he was in a good mood now.
Seeing that No. 17 had stopped the endless crawling, not only me, but even Big Bear breathed a sigh of relief. Although his fist was stopped by a stranger, Big Bear did not feel very angry, but instead thought it was helping him. Because if his fist was firm, No. 17's life would definitely be gone, and Big Bear himself would be exiled to the center of the Sahara Desert because he violated the training camp regulations. Without any supplies, this was undoubtedly not much different from being sentenced to death. The difference was that one died a little bit, while the other was slowly tortured by the desert until he died. Therefore, Big Bear's stop could be said to have saved two lives.
The big bear, who breathed a sigh of relief, felt a little tired, his feet softened, and he sat down on the ground.
I carefully picked up No. 17, which had been injured in many places, turned around and walked towards my camp. The other Kunlun disciples followed me. If they had lowered their heads into the cafeteria before, then he was just raising his head and striding away from here. After the battle between No. 17 and Big Bear, I think the arrogance in the hearts of Kunlun people has been slowly aroused. If you encounter the same thing in the future, I guess someone will rush forward without me forcing the orders to fight against those who dare to despise us.
The battle is over here, but the onlookers have no intention of dispersing. As a member of the training camp, they kept asking themselves again: If they exchanged positions with the person who had fought against Big Bear just now, will they still maintain such strong fighting spirit when they were seriously injured?
This question has been coiling in their hearts and can't be dispersed. But no one can give themselves a clear answer. Most people think that under such circumstances, they... should...will...great it.
No one cares about the bets they have placed on this gambling anymore.
When I arrived at my own camp, I placed No. 17 flat on his bed. After stopping Elder Xingyuezi and his friends from preparing to treat No. 17 with Kunlun's pills, I asked Phil to call the doctor in the camp to treat No. 17.
My approach made the Kunlun disciples who came down the mountain puzzled. But I knew that to let a person grow up in battle, we must first let him remember the pain brought to him by the battle, and let this pain be deeply imprinted in his heart. Only by feeling this pain in the post-war medical treatment process can the injured people remember this pain in their hearts. If you don’t have to experience this pain again in the next battle, you can only make yourself stronger, stronger, and stronger.
If you use the means of cultivating the world, you will cure the injury in an instant. That will make people feel dependent on this elixir. It depends on your own exercise, which is also one of the reasons for Kunlun's decline. Therefore, I have decided that after each battle in the future, unless there is an emergency, you will not be allowed to use elixirs for treatment, and you can only rely on the treatment methods of the secular world.
And it is my order that makes Kunlun disciples in the future extremely powerful and makes others afraid!!
Chapter completed!