Chatper 1160 (1/2)

The midwinter passed away quietly, and the sun at the end of spring was so hot that people could not open their eyes. The red sun was scorching, and it was a bit poisonous.

In the spacious martial arts training ground, rows of boys stood in place energetically, listening carefully to the instructor's teachings.

"Our first creed is to ensure that we are alive, no matter what means we use! Survival is the most important thing!" Shen Sizhe walked slowly on the high platform with his fiery red hair on his head, but he was wearing an indifferent black suit, It looks very mysterious.

The boys in the audience stood motionless with their hands behind their backs, having already engraved Shen Sizhe's words in their minds.

"A team of two, fight freely!" Shen Sizhe uttered these eight words coldly, and looked at Ruan Zhuo who had already stepped off the high platform.

Ruan Zhuo is wearing a linen gray dress today, his broad back is particularly majestic in the sun.

He shuttled across the training ground with steady steps, and soon came to Ding Dong.

After these more than two months of practice, Ding Dong seemed to be a different person compared to when he first came, his face was no longer white-skinned, and his skin was glowing with a dark luster tanned by the sun.

Because of this gleaming darkness, the five-year-old Tinker Bell looks extraordinarily calm, and his shrewd eyes are full of cold light that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Tinker Bell assumed a standard pose for free fighting, staring at his teammates with piercing eyes, his cold eyes filled with firmness that did not belong to his age.

Ruan Zhuo's tall figure covered his whole body, but he was not affected at all, but concentrated on waiting to attack his teammates at any time.

Opposite Tinkerbell was a boy about seven or eight years old, a head taller than Tinkerbell.

The boy looked at Tinker Bell who was smaller than him with disdain, raised his hand and threw it at Tinker Bell's chest.

Although Ding Dong is small in stature, his reactions are very flexible.

He quickly dodged across the boy's chest and punched the boy's ribs with both hands clenched.

With these two punches, Ding Dong used all the strength of his whole body, coupled with the weak point under his ribs, he forced the boy on the opposite side to retreat far behind.

Taking advantage of the victory, Ding Dong chased after him, bent down and used his sweeping legs, tripping the already staggering boy to the ground.

"Plop!"

The boy fell heavily to the ground, and was immediately ridiculed mercilessly by the boys around him.

"Haha, look, it's a terrible fall!"

"Heh heh, what a waste of time."

"This fall is uglier than Zhu Bajie."

The boys laughed among themselves, but they all carefully controlled their volume, because no one wanted to be whipped by Shen Sizhe for a casual sentence.

Ruan Zhuo stood beside Tinker Bell, turning a deaf ear to the boys' comments, but raised his hand indifferently, and pointed at a boy casually, "You, fight him."

The boy who was pointed immediately suppressed his smile, but he was already ten years old, and he was taller than the boy who fell down just now. He didn't pay attention to Tinker Bell at all, and jumped to the opposite side of Tinker Bell with his fingers. "Come on, baby milkman."

Tinkerbell looked at the ten-year-old boy who was pointing at him disdainfully, rushed to the boy with a cold face, grabbed the boy's raised finger as fast as he could, and then pressed down suddenly!