Let me join your big family, which is not pleasant, not harmonious, and a bit crowded!
I hope you're not afraid of the crowds!
Because I'm not afraid!
After saying that, Ning Feng didn't care whether the three landlords agreed to let him, a tenant who had trespassed into their home, move in, and hugged them tightly.
Grab him!
If you can teleport away from this distance, I'll accept it.
If not, hehe...
"I'm coming in!"
I'm fucking here!
Thus, under the bewildered gazes of all parties, Ning Feng forcefully rammed his head against Katis's forehead, making intimate contact with Katis's.
winter--
...
...
winter!
My body crashed heavily to the ground, the scorching earth baking my exhausted body. After reaching my physical limit, the intense heat even made me drowsy.
"Stand up!"
A young child was lifted off the ground by a large hand.
"one two three!"
"ha!
"Continue the fight!"
Scorching sun, sandy ground, sweat, training...
Just seeing each of these words evokes memories of sweltering heat under the blazing sun.
And now, this is the scene that Ning Feng is facing.
Dozens of children dressed in sewn animal skins, their skin dark brown to almost black, were stretching their bodies vigorously under the sun, performing a set of movements that looked exhausting.
His whole body was soaked in sweat, and he was even shaking uncontrollably.
Standing in the center of the training field, a dark-skinned, muscular middle-aged man, as tall as an iron tower, was carrying a thorny branch and surveying the area with a serious expression.
The middle-aged man's actions were not merely a formality; he would occasionally whip the branches forcefully at the children whose movements were distorted or who were about to fall.
Snap!
"ah!"
The child's cries of pain came from his mouth, for it was not a disciplinary tap, but a real, hard slap.
Each swing leaves deep bloodstains on the children's bodies, sometimes tearing off large chunks of flesh, leaving them covered in blood.
But faced with the children's tears and pained expressions, the man showed no pity whatsoever, and instead struck them again.
Snap!
"Stand up! Don't cry!"
"Keep going!"
He picked up the fallen child, threw him back among the other children, and coldly said:
"If you don't want to die out there, then you'd better hold on."
"Fight! Only by constantly fighting can we survive in this world!"
He pointed to the other side and said:
"When you are qualified to take up arms, you will become a qualified soldier."
On the other side the man pointed to, a group of slightly older children were also training, sparring in twos and threes under the scorching sun, practicing their fighting skills in the most primitive way.
No, perhaps it could be called a "battle".
Moreover, it was a fierce battle with weapons at their disposal, where no one held back, and every move was aimed at a vital point!
Primitive and savage, extremely dangerous.
Among those children, there was one figure that stood out the most.
A burly young man with his face painted with face paint was removing his weapon from the neck of his fallen opponent and tearing off a bone ornament from the opponent's body and hanging it around his own neck.
At his feet were three or four other "corpses" panting heavily.
He was the sole victor, and all the enemies he had defeated became his spoils.
"See? Uchi is the most likely candidate to become the next Bonecrusher."
"Do you know how he trains? He goes through the same training as you, but why is he so strong? Because only battle can forge a true warrior!"
"This power was not given to him by the gods, but was stolen from the enemy in every battle!"
Looking at the children whose eyes held envy, as if they had forgotten their pain, he smiled slightly, but then his stern, unyielding expression returned.
"For the future of the clan, each of you must become like Uchi, the strongest warrior on this land!"
Gripping the branch tightly, the man slammed it against the ground and roared at the stunned children:
Snap!
"What are you all waiting for?! Keep going! One! Two! Three!"
"one two three!"
This time, the children's shouts seemed even louder.
...
...
Dongdong.
"Although it was somewhat risky, it seems to have been a success."
Ning Feng gently tapped his head, and after confirming that his head was neither cracked nor in pain, he nodded in satisfaction.
Not bad, you're really stubborn.
It wasn't that Ning Feng was really hard-headed, but rather that his actions this time were extremely risky.
Ning Feng wasn't entirely confident about his risky approach, nor could he guarantee with absolute certainty that he would achieve his goal. But judging from the current situation... it seemed to be a success.
Ning Feng successfully entered her mental world.
A mortal forcibly entered the spiritual world of the gods.
Even a god in a very weak state... is still a god!
This behavior can no longer be described as mere recklessness; any rational person would call it "madness."
Ning Feng wasn't crazy; he just had a slightly better... chance of success than others.
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