“Too slow, too slow, too slow.”

Since I was five years old, whenever I opened my eyes, the first thing I heard was the teacher's roar as irritable as a lion.

I am a Garcian, and in Garcia, all boys are trained in warriors since they are five years old.

They said I was born from a cheetah in the wilderness. Compared with the soldiers born from bears, wolves, and dogs, I seemed to be faster. As for who my father was, no one knew.

Garcians do not need parents, they only need comrades.

Running with weights, practicing crossbows, practicing spears, and swords are commonplace.

We fought lions and tigers in the forest, wrestled with giant bears on the ice field, and we rode on a big ship, crossed the strait, fought with pirates, and fought with soldiers.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

The teacher's voice seems to echo in my ears forever, urging us to step up training, speed up, faster, stronger, and more ruthless.

Failure is death.

More and more soldiers die in these trainings, but more soldiers are engaged in training every year.

We are Garcians, we are born warriors, and a clan protected by the gods. We long for blood and fight, war is our instinct, and plunder is the source of our happiness.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

The teacher's voice was too noisy. He echoed in my ears every day, making me feel my head hurt. I even suspected that a little bug was drilling into my ears as I crossed the strait.

I cut the skull myself and checked it carefully, and found that there were no small insects at all, but the teacher's voice was really loud.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! Oyal, your speed is too slow!"

When I was thirty, it was that year that I finally could no longer hear the teacher's voice because I cut off his head with my own hands and tied it to my belt.

I let him feel my speed for myself, and he never said that I was too slow again.

In this incomparable tranquility, I finally felt countless calls that I could not feel usually, from the Etheric mystery.

Looking back, people of the same age as me have turned into dead bones.

I chased the wind, I sprinted towards lightning, I hunted the strongest ferocious animals on the grassland, I caught the most terrifying sea monsters in the sea, my speed was getting faster and faster, and the world was getting slower and slower in my eyes.

Five years later, when I returned to the tribe, they called me Mumkoya.

...

Whoosh!

In the air, something sharp seemed to be sweeping by, it seemed to be a breeze, it seemed to be an electric light, and it seemed to be an illusion.

A numb feeling came from inside, and the bearded knight was stunned. Seeing everyone's eyes looking at him, he said in surprise: "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me?"

Next, his whole body was split in an instant, and the bursting plasma and internal organs splattered directly on the bald head beside him.

It was not until this time that the terrifying whistling sound came into everyone's ears, causing everyone's head to hurt.

The green-haired girl Leya exclaimed: "It's Mumkoya! Form the formation and use the halving force field together!"

The next moment, everyone gathered together and burst out their own halving force field with all their strength. So many knights' halving force field exploded, covering every inch of space within a radius of ten meters, which was comparable to the power of a newly engraved knight.

But just as everyone formed the formation, the bald head, who was covered in blood, looked dazed. The next moment, he roared suddenly and rushed out with the big knife in his hand.

"Mumkoya! Come out! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

Jack said anxiously: "That's his brother."

Leya said angrily: "Get back, idiot, do you want to die?"

But the bald man ignored Leya's shouting and rushed out. The big knife in his hand brought a gust of wind, cutting open more than a dozen big trees in a row, shouting wildly: "Come out, Mumkoya, fight me! Don't you want to kill us? Come out and fight me."

Just the next moment, a figure flashed through the space again. This time everyone saw clearly. It was a vague figure. The figure pulled out a long black line and directly passed through the bald body.

So the bald head fell to the ground, his feet broke at the same root, and kept rolling and screaming.

Wei Longzi, wearing a black robe, whispered: "I'll go and save him."

"Are you confused?" Leya's brow frowned suddenly: "He deliberately messed up, just like we scattered people to save him! We must stay in the halving position of the six of us."

Leya thought for a while and said, "Let's walk over slowly, and the six people are getting closer together little by little."

So the six people kept the halving force field open, maintaining the uniform output of their strength, and walked towards the screaming moment bit by bit.

But after walking for more than ten meters, the screaming sound came into the ears of the six people again. Jack groaned and a blood flower suddenly flashed on his arm.

A strange voice spoke a crappy common phrase: "Too slow! Too slow! Too slow! You guys are too slow."

Leya said fiercely: "He is testing the weak points of the force field, we can't move."

After all, the six people did not cooperate well enough. Once they moved, the overlapping force field would be weak and would be attacked.

But the strength of the second turn is indeed not something that can be easily shaken by the first turn.

Even though the six people stood still, Mmkoya waited for a while and launched a continuous assassination again.

Afterimages swept across the edge of the force field, and from time to time, there were sounds of metallic attacks, bringing up a series of sparks.

It was the dagger in Mumkoya's hand stabbing everyone's knight's suit, armor or sword.

Although each attack was weakened by the halving force field of the crowd, the terrifying power and speed continued to consume everyone's physical strength, leaving injuries on everyone's body.

If it weren't for the six people's halving force, and if Mmkoya's strength and speed were greatly reduced every time he entered a ten-meter range, he would have left with one blow, they would have probably died long ago.

But even so, injuries continued to appear on their bodies, and their physical strength was continuously consumed, and the situation would only become more and more critical.

Mumkoya's voice came from a distance like a night owl.

“It’s too slow, too slow.”

"No one of you can escape."

Leya yelled: "Move and take her here to die!"

The six people moved like turtles while exerting their force field, but Mmkoya kept piercing and attacking them like a toil bee.

One after another was left on everyone's body, and blood kept leaving behind, sprinkling spots of blood on the ground.
Chapter completed!