Chapter 1: The Slave of War
Observe how these youths, whose lives are as insignificant as grass, employ the techniques learned from the same instructor to execute ambushes, poisonings, lures, and combat. One after another, they fall, with blood flowing like a spring in the training ground.
Out of three hundred people, only three will be selected
It is said that only those who emerge from the Cuifeng Camp are qualified to become official assassins tasked with missions, and the more outstanding among them may join the ranks of the Seven Killers, the most elite assassins within the sect, consisting of only seven individuals, directly subordinate to the Right Envoy, whom even the three Grand Elders do not dare to underestimate
I have no other choice
I can take on the responsibility of guarding for you so that you can rest; we can switch after one hour. You cannot endure for six days on your own, and we are the same in this regard
A mouthful of bloodied saliva was spat onto the dust.
Compared to the paradise outside the killing fields, the brutality here can perhaps only be described as hell
The number of people has decreased by more than half. Years of training have instilled resilience in the youths, enabling them to control themselves and conserve unnecessary attacks and physical exertion. He huddles under the shade of a tree, trying to conceal himself as much as possible. A heavy drowsiness causes his eyelids to droop. Gritting his teeth, he drags the sharp blade back, adding another wound to his arm. The intense pain dispels some of the haze in his mind. Having gone four days without closing his eyes, his consciousness has begun to dissipate, and his reactions have slowed considerably.
The other two also attacked in unison, their coordination during the offense and defense seamless, in stark contrast to their hasty collaboration.
Four pairs of hawk-like eyes gazed at each other
Is there really someone who can make it out alive
He coughed lightly, each cough tinged with a metallic taste due to the injury to his lungs. He raised his eyes to the distance, and after two days of guarding, resting, and counterattacking together, there was already a hint of tacit understanding. The young man had indeed dealt with his opponent, now tearing his tattered clothing to bandage his wounds, his steps slightly unsteady, also bearing significant injuries
A wise person should understand which side has a greater chance of winning
It is already the sixth day
I would rather kill that cold indifference of the outsider, the arrogant ruler who controls everything like a king.
Given my current physical condition, I can probably last for another three hours. I believe your situation is likely similar.
You have no other choice
I originally thought that the family's training could be considered strict, but now it seems that it was still too lenient
He tightened the bandage on his injured arm and stepped into the arena with the sound of the whistle, ready to face the next challenge
His words paused slowly. "However, this also indicates that from now on, you will be enemies." His cold gaze swept over the silent crowd, "Whoever survives until the end will be able to walk out."
Dying here would truly be a joke
He looked at the young man who had fought alongside him for two days, and the other party returned his gaze. It seemed as if a shared emotion was swirling and surging in the depths of their hearts, and a sense of ambition gradually welled up in their youthful and sharp eyes
This is the topic that young people love to discuss the most; the illusory beautiful dream is the only support, the sole hope amidst the tempering of blood and pain, yearning for the joy that follows the opening of a ray of light. The cold, hard bed, the coarse food, and the driving like livestock in reality seem to be forgotten in this kind of imagination
It is fate that plays with them, these people who bear no grudges or enmity, are forced to this point, encountering each other on a strange road.
... ...
There are still four people left in the field
Together with the 297 young battle slaves trained from a young age, they entered the Forging Camp, where they awaited even more brutal combat confrontations
It reminded him of the method of raising poison insects that he had heard about in his childhood, where various toxins and *illustrated* bookworms were confined in a sealed box, allowing them to tear and kill each other, with the survivor becoming the king of the poison insects
The wind swept across the battlefield, where the scent of blood lingered, like a gentle hand caressing the face of the deceased
People who were originally strangers would not entrust their lives to each other simply due to a temporary reliance imposed by circumstances
During the breaks in training, these youths would also privately discuss and curiously speculate about their future destinies
A figure quietly approached, remaining silent. The gestures made by the other party indicated no hostility. He adjusted his long sword slightly, waiting for the young man to speak first
The bearded man from the Western Regions walked slowly, examining his carefully trained subordinates as if he were inspecting a newly sharpened curved blade.
"Fighting alongside your companions, there is still a fifty percent chance of survival"
One can only strive to survive first and foremost
Those captured from the Central Plains are regarded as the lowest of the low here. Just as their wounds have begun to heal, they are driven to the training grounds, where their internal energy is restrained by unknown means. Apart from relying on experience to evade, they are left with only their willpower and physical strength to endure. Every day, someone dies, and no one knows if they will be the next.
What will happen if you fall asleep? There is no need to say it; we both understand in our hearts. He looked at the other person with cold eyes and said, "What do you want?"
Listening to the aspirations for the future in his ears, he closed his eyes and breathed silently, hoping to regain his strength in the shortest possible time
The sunset is like blood
Meeting his gaze, the young man finally forced a smile. "Alright, I have been observing those who could be potential collaborators, and you are the only one who has not actively targeted me, whether it be to conserve energy or for some other reason..."
A person who fell from a filthy, stinking cart died within three days, dragged away face down alongside other corpses. Their tattered clothing was whipped into rags. Who could recognize that this beggar-like corpse was once a formidable master in the Central Plains? Here, everything is as humble as an ant.
What reason do you have to believe me
What reason do I have to trust you
He really wants to cut off the instructor's head
After staring for a while, the young man began to urge. "Alright, everything that needs to be said has been said. What is your decision?"
The training ground is vast, divided into different areas. Aside from the worst sandy terrain, countless individuals are undergoing training behind partitioned fences, all aged no more than fifteen. Many have been in hellish slave camps since childhood, enduring brutal combat day after day. Each has faced countless life-and-death situations, their gazes devoid of any human emotion, numb and mechanical, with only the instinct to obey commands and attack remaining
The instructor stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unchanged
He uttered two words succinctly, then lowered his eyelids and quickly fell into a deep sleep
This is the secret garden deep within the Tianshan Mountains, as well as the stronghold of the demonic sect
The same methods, the same trials
Words as solid as iron pierce the ears, proclaiming an inescapable reality
The demonic cult assassins, who instilled fear in the thirty-six nations of the Western Regions, were trained in this manner
After all, you are merely collaborating by chance
The sword's edge lightly grazed the opponent's neck, feeling the subtle tremor as the sharp blade pierced the blood vessels. The tense body suddenly relaxed, replaced by the fatigue that follows intense exertion
The sudden shout interrupted the low murmurs of the crowd, and the boy sitting on the ground quickly stood up in a neat line, standing at attention with his hands at his sides, gazing intently at the instructor
The actions are swift and ruthless, and one is adept at seizing opportunities www.hetushu .com .com, no wonder they can hold on until the end. It seems I have encountered a good partner.
After a full year of training, only three individuals from the Central Plains who entered the slave camp remain
Rest assured, we will not interfere
In the Demon Sect, the true assassins hold a position of great status, having exchanged blood for the submission and tribute of the various nations in the Western Regions. The abundant treasures of jewels and wealth filling the treasury all stem from this. One can enjoy wealth and pleasure without the need for farming or labor, as everywhere one looks is adorned with jade trees and exquisite branches, brocade and fine silk. The splendid horses and beautiful women presented as tributes from various countries are abundant on all sides, creating a paradise of unparalleled prosperity and beauty.
It is a fact and also very reasonable
The only possibility is that you will kill each other; those who are alive can remain, and we will not take action. Understanding the thoughts of his companion, the other added, "It is meaningless to attack us; by then, both of you will be dead."
The condition of those two is clearly better than theirs, and it is not difficult to guess who will prevail.
If the internal energy had not been constrained... A fleeting thought suddenly crossed his mind, but he cast it aside. At the brink of life and death, there was no room left for lamentation or sighing.
Surprised by the other's candor, he nodded silently; this moment also reflected his self-assessment
A rain of blood has fallen
Before me stands a brutal overseer, wielding a whip to strike every slave who cannot rise promptly. After several days of relentless training, it has become exceedingly difficult to maintain even a simple standing position.
six days
The young man pressed his lips together, remained silent, and slowly raised his sword
Listen carefully, I will only say this once. The air is as still as an iceberg that has not melted for ten thousand years. The teachings of the教王 state that starting tomorrow, there will be a six-day competition. The final three winners will have the opportunity to meet the教王, escape from the淬锋 camp, and become official assassins within the教. You should consider yourselves fortunate, as such an opportunity does not come every year.
Very short, yet very long
"This cannot continue; we will all die here." Clearly exhausted, the young man's low voice conveyed his fatigue. "Someone must cooperate; otherwise, by the time you fall asleep..."
No one can sleep soundly, as fear spreads silently, with everyone afraid of having their throats cut while asleep. Having trained together for quite some time, they are all well aware of each other's methods
After rationally analyzing the situation, it became clear what should be done
Raise your head and look around. Above the high walls, one can see the distant shining snow peaks. The air is clear, and it can be inhaled through the battered nostrils, yet there is always an inescapable metallic scent.
Who to kill
The tyrannical and capricious slave overseer can arbitrarily deprive anyone here of their life, allowing not the slightest resistance. A moment's delay in action will invite a storm-like lash, striking the most vulnerable parts of the body, appearing intact on the outside while rotting and festering on the inside, causing pain for more than ten days.
The training over the past few days has provided everyone with insight, where only one person is revered. The supreme teacher, like a deity, gazes down upon all beings, resembling a celestial being.
As long as one can escape from here, one can enjoy fine wine and delicacies, luxurious clothing and splendid residences, attentive and understanding beautiful maidens serving, possess everything that truly belongs to oneself, and bask in the glory of being revered by the congregation
There is no escape. If one does not wish to die, the only option is to endure.
What kind of power allows those individuals to coldly observe, waiting for a result splattered with blood
Transaction completed
In an instant, the sword light cut through the twilight
"Kill one more, and you may leave."
"You have no chance." The cold gaze stared directly, "The injuries are much more severe than ours"