Chapter 20: Northen is warned by the strange spider liquid
As Aizhe and Noson walked back to the house, they looked at each other. For a moment, it was so quiet that only the sound of the wind was heard coming in from the side.
"How's your recovery today?"
“Okay!”
Northen spoke in a firm tone, gripping the magnetic knife tightly.
His movements were quick and decisive, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were slightly tense, indicating that he had almost recovered.
"Then...we'll start training this afternoon."
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In the afternoon, team members arrived one after another.
For some reason today, the sun is at its brightest.
It has been a long time since I have seen such scorching sunshine in this world.
Fortunately, there were many trees growing on the training ground, providing some shade.
A round of high-intensity sparring began.
The sound of blades clashing rang out frequently, and the collision of metals was mixed with the confrontation of electric current, light energy and heat energy.
The team members shouted loudly and their footsteps kicked up yellow sand.
After Aizhe and the others finished practicing, it was Noson's turn.
Noson jumped onto the sword-practicing platform, made a "come on" gesture to Aizhe, and deliberately made several provocative movements.
Ai Zhe was indeed enraged, his brows furrowed.
He adjusted the mechanical magnetic knife to its maximum power and slashed it out fiercely. The heat wave hit Northen's face.
The two men's blades collided, sparks flew, and the heat energy made both of them tremble violently.
Ai Zhe pressed forward to attack, and Noson blocked with his knife, but was forced back more than a meter.
He gritted his teeth and fought back, successfully forcing Ai Zhe to retreat half a meter.
The next second, Ai Zhe struck back, knocking Northen's magnetic knife away, with the tip of the knife pointing directly at his throat.
Northen was not convinced. He rolled to the side, picked up his still-hot magnetic knife, and threw it at Aizhefei.
The magnetic blade, still emitting heat energy, flew past Ai Zhe's arm, scorching a corner of his sleeve.
Ai Zhe smiled.
This kid is quite good at thinking of ways.
Noson grabbed the sand on the ground and threw it towards Aizhe as if to interfere.
Ai Zhe's vision was interrupted for a moment by an obstacle in the scattered sand.
Noson leaped up and chopped down hard with the flat side of his knife.
Ai Zhe raised his knife to meet the attack. The two already cooled knives made a pure metallic collision sound, shaking the air.
Aizhe pushed Northen back again, and this time, he planned to give the guy a good beating with the back of his knife.
Just as Aizhe was about to strike horizontally, Northen took a wrong step and was unable to dodge.
His foot slipped and he fell into the penalty sand pit next to him.
The sand in this sand pit is quite special and can easily get into the soldiers' clothes and pants, so it takes a long time to clean it.
Therefore, many soldiers will avoid falling into it, as falling into it is considered a punishment.
Under normal circumstances, Ai Zhe would have let him fall in.
I kicked him again, but I thought he had just recovered from a serious injury.
This time, give him some face and reach out to pull him.
As a result, his center of gravity shifted and he lost his balance, and that damned thing, Northen, dragged him down with him.
The two of them fell into the sand pit together, and Aizhe accidentally fell on Noson.
The two people's postures were just weird - Northen's legs were stuck between Aizhe's legs.
For a moment, the action was very awkward.
But they didn't do it on purpose.
They are young men full of vigor and in their prime.
The two men could only look at each other awkwardly, Northen panting and staring at Aizhe.
I had just finished exercising and was panting, my breathing still unstable.
At such a close distance, if the movement deviates a little further, an even more terrifying distance may be created.
Being so close to Aizhe, Northen's face became hot, but he did not look away.
His expression seemed to be holding back something, and there seemed to be a blazing fire in his eyes.
Ai Zhe wanted to stand up immediately.
Northam suddenly grew bolder.
His hand followed the movement and directly grasped Ai Zhe's waist, preventing him from getting up.
As soon as Ai Zhe moved, he was taken back by him.
"What are you doing?!" The man was obviously angry and yelled at him.
Before he knew it, Northam had boldly pulled him a little closer.
Their breaths were so close that they were almost touching.
His eyes were blazing with fire, staring intently without looking away.
The other three team members who came to train first had already gone to get drinking water with their supply buckets a minute ago because Northen and Aizhe had been fighting for too long.
Only Northam dared to be so presumptuous.
At this time, the team members came over from the other side after fetching water.
Ai Zhe raised his hand angrily and pressed Northen's neck and head into the sand pit with great force, beating him up severely.
Northam suddenly woke up and let out a muffled sob.
The emerald eyes half-closed painfully in the sand in the sandpit, like a distressed little animal.
When the team members saw them hit the ball into the sand pit, they laughed, made a few remarks, and also mocked Northam.
The two men were climbing out of the sand pit.
The atmosphere was originally relaxed, like the relaxation after playing.
Suddenly, Northam let out a small cry of pain, his shoulders shook, and his face frowned in unbearable pain.
"What is that?" He frowned at the marks on his arm.
A sticky, hot liquid burned a hole in his arm.
The fabric around the burnt hole was charred and curled up.
The white thing seemed to appear out of thin air.
It's a bit like bird poop falling from the sky, but it's definitely not bird poop.
It seemed to be quite powerful, and immediately burned a hole in Northam's sleeve, and it was so hot that it felt like electricity.
In an instant, a strange feeling crept up the burned area, making people break out in cold sweats for no apparent reason.
It must have been sprayed from the tree.
This liquid has extremely high viscosity and can be drawn into extremely long threads... because it sticks to clothes.
They don't know what it is.
It's not bird shit, it's too hot...
They couldn't even go to Dr. Tuman for analysis in the first place.
Because the white mucus dried up right under their noses.
A scab soon formed on Northam's arm, which was dry, hard and red, indicating that the thing had extremely strong burning power.
It's kind of like a warning...
A marked signal.
Before Ai Zhe's hand touched it, the golden-white liquid had dried up and disappeared.
The two people stood there in a daze, motionless.
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