Edge of the Apocalypse

Alan threw himself onto the iron bed, and the youth didn't even have the strength to move a finger. From afternoon to night, he repeated the basic movements of the crescent moon under Ron's guidance. A simple sweep of the leg had been practiced all day, but it still couldn't meet Ron's requirements. It was foreseeable that this dull action would accompany Alan for a long time to come.

The combat skills of the army were "ten dozen". If their movements were to be broken down, they would be so simple that even ordinary people would be able to use them. However, practicing every movement thousands of times was far from something that an ordinary person's willpower could accomplish. Take the crescent moon that Ron showed, the speed, accuracy, and strength of the attack all had a strict requirement.

If he couldn't reach this value, then it was just a simple sweep of his leg.

Moreover, the essence of the crescent moon was not the sweeping of the legs. It was important for the user to maintain the center of gravity of the body at all times. He had to find the balance node when his attacks alternated. At that time, it would be the true crescent moon.

After grasping the crescent moon technique, he extended it to the weapon he used. Allen considered the weapon an extension of his body and applied the crescent moon technique to the Berserk Slaughter. It was precisely because of this that ten dozen or so fists and kicks of attacks were praised as the soul of all battle techniques because of their full extensibility.

Looking at the roof, Alan's eyes were numb. Right now, the three of them were assigned a separate room, which was a specification higher than the previous treatment. The room was still made of metal arches. Apart from the iron bed, there were also a few simple furniture for the wardrobe, tables and chairs. Kuang Tu was leaning against the corner of the bed, dark like an inconspicuous iron rod.

The iron door suddenly knocked softly, and a girl called out, "Is she there, Ellen?"

Alan was surprised. It was Merry. The third girl who lit the fire was older. The girl who was already fourteen years old had developed very well. Her appearance was not outstanding, but her pair of long legs attracted the attention of instructors and soldiers at all times.

The teenagers rarely talked to each other, especially Ellen, who was focused on his training. Not to mention a girl like Merry, even a boy wouldn't be able to say a few words. He wondered why Merry was looking for him now.

Opening the door, Merry flashed in. The girl's hands were uneasily pinching the corner of her clothes, her gaze floating over the black steel broadsword, her breathing slightly heavier. Then he smiled embarrassedly and said, "I guess you just came back."

Alan had never been so close to a girl, let alone in the same room. Actually, a child as old as him should have known something about the relationship between men and women a long time ago. It was just that Allen's life after the age of five had little to do with humans, so he lacked knowledge in this area. He just instinctively felt nervous. At the same time, he wondered why he felt nervous towards Merry, who didn't seem to be a threat, when he was very calm when facing the Gray Violent Ape.

He sat on the bed, lowered his head to conceal the strange feeling in his heart and blurted out, "Are you alright?"

Merry walked over and sat down beside him and said, "I want to be your partner."

"Partner?"

Alan raised his head and almost touched Merry's face. He quickly retreated a little. The girl nodded and said, "That Maho, I hate him. So look, maybe we can work together, so he won't have a chance of winning."

The girl paused for a moment before continuing, "My idea is very simple. I just want to live. I've already asked about it. We will have an exam in two months. At that time, only one person will be able to leave alive. If we work together, killing Maho shouldn't be difficult."

Alan frowned and said, "Then what's next?"

"I will flee here, and then you back to the barracks report, said I was also killed by you. Although I ignited the fire seed, I used the enlightenment potion three times. According to the instructor's opinion, I can only live another ten years at most. So any chance to change fate is useless to me. "I just want to live the rest of my life. It's that simple." Merry looked at Ellen with a clear gaze.

After a minute, Alan whispered, "You shouldn't have told me this …"

"No, I really want to be your partner. I can help you, or I can make you happy …" Merry gently grabbed Ellen's hand and put it on her thigh.

This was the first time Alan had touched the girl's skin. Although Merry's skin was not smooth due to training, it still gave the youth a strange feeling. As Merry held onto his hand and explored deeper into his thigh, Alan had an intuition of what was going to happen next.

Just as the temperature in the tin house was rising, Ron's voice suddenly sounded outside, "Merry, get out of here. I know you're inside, so don't challenge my patience."

Merry's expression changed as she hurriedly ran out of the room. Then came a loud applause and Ron's curse. Alan came out of the door and Merry had already covered her face and left. Looking at the second lieutenant, Ron was smiling back with ill intentions, "You should thank me, little brat. Otherwise, you probably won't have the strength to continue training tomorrow."

"Now get back to bed and don't think about women. What you need to think about is how to live. If you want to live, you have power. What kind of woman doesn't have it?" Ron looked in the direction where the girl disappeared. "As for her, she's just a little bitch."

For the next month, Alan repeated all sorts of dryness and irritability training every day. The happiest time is two hours of meditation training, which is one of the ways to train your Origin Energy. At present, there are mainly two ways to temper Origin Energy. One is to meditate. By consciously manipulating the Origin Energy within the body to perform regular movements, the effect of strengthening them can be achieved. In this process, if one's mind was sufficiently precipitated, one could enter the depths of the gene and trigger it from the Origin Energy within one's potential; The second method was the simplest, but also the most dangerous.

This method was known as nurturing battle with battle, using battle to cultivate battle power. In a life-and-death battle, one's spiritual will would be highly concentrated. At this time, the Origin Energy circulated at a speed that was ten or even a hundred times faster than in meditation. Thus, after every battle, the strength of the survivors would always increase by leaps and bounds.

Of course, it was not feasible to use only one of the two methods. Only by combining the two methods would it be most beneficial to cultivate Origin Energy.

A month later, Allen was finally able to meet the basic requirements of a crescent moon. In an instant, he kicked the iron puppet's head with a sweep of his leg. His speed, strength, and accuracy were barely up to the standard. So Ron asked him to start practicing with Berserk Slaughter. His movements were still the same, but with a different weapon, the difficulty increased by multiple times.

However, with the foundations of the previous practice, Alan had only used half of his time this time to sweep out a standard crescent moon with Berserk Slaughter. At this moment, a large amount of practice and meditation training allowed Alan to condense three vortexes of Origin Energy.

On this day, Ron began to guide Allen's crescent moon advancement techniques.

All Alan needed to do was to explore and grasp the balance between the attacking links, which Ron called the breathing of battle.

"Just like our normal breathing, there is a delicate balance between breathing and breathing that keeps the air in your lungs at a level. Finding a balance between attacks will also allow your battle rhythm to flow smoothly as if you were breathing. The smoother the attack, the fewer flaws. That means the longer you suppress the enemy. Remember, fighting is suppression, finding the right time, killing with one blow. "Don't use superfluous actions that aren't decisive. We are warriors, assassins, not performers on stage!"

From this day onwards, Allen's fitness and strength training courses were halved. The extra time was spent practicing the Crescent Moon Advancement Technique, and Ron allowed him to leave only after he was exhausted every day. After that wonderful night, Alan did not say a word to Merry. Occasionally, she would nod and greet him.

While Allen's skills were improving by leaps and bounds, Maho and Merry were not idle either. The three youths were conducting their own targeted training. Two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye, and Alan had also learned something. He could already slash out five crescent moons with Berserk Slaughter. This meant that once he was given the opportunity to attack, his opponent would have to wait for him to slash out five times before he had a chance to retaliate.

If Allen's Origin Energy was deeper and he was more proficient in using the technique, then the number of Lian Zhan could be increased. When he was able to slash more than a hundred times in a row, then he had mastered a relatively common battle skill: Qianyue!

A person skilled in using Qianyue would be enough to be a second lieutenant in the regular army, just like Ron.

On the last day of the fifth month, the three teenagers had nothing to do, and they were given a precious holiday. They can do anything except not go out of camp. Tomorrow, they would welcome the final and most crucial examination of the training camp.

The three youths would be thrown into the forest behind the camp. In the next three days, they would have to kill two of them before they could get the qualifications to leave the camp.

Tomorrow was a life-and-death battle, and it was also related to his fate. Alan was not idle. He still went to the air defense hall and continued to hone his skills with the Iron Puppets. As for Maho and Merry, they had locked themselves up in a tin room for a crazy day. It was as if Merry had changed her target after interrupting Ron that night. She was connected to Maho, which meant that Allen would face a joint attack from the two of them tomorrow.

Before the sun set, Alan left the air defense hall. In the hall, there were a few puppets that had been cut into pieces. On one of the puppets, there were seven cracks of incomparably consistent length and depth. Ron smiled as he looked at the cracks. Allen's skill took another step forward, two more slashes, equivalent to a 30% increase in power.

This time, it only took one day, and Ron was looking forward to this white-haired youth.

After a good night's sleep, Allen woke up when the dawn outside the window lit up. He picked up Kuang Tu from the corner of the wall and slashed his finger across the ice-cold blade. Then, he raised his head, his bright red pupils filled with blazing battle intent!