Chapter 45 Home run?

Limp looked up blankly: "Ah?"

After thinking about it, I felt that Heras' current state seemed to have suffered some setbacks, so I spoke earnestly in the tone of an 80-year-old man: "You should pay attention to rest and stop being busy with work all the time."

[If you have nothing to do, you can spend more time with me. Hehe, I don’t mind. ]

Heras lowered the corners of his mouth and said nothing more.

He has given the opportunity.

"Come on, it's time for you to get up and work."

Limp got up silently.

Follow Heras to the Colosseum.

The place was already infested with bugs, which were so crowded that there were even two bugs sitting on one chair.

After Heras demonstrated another set of fighting techniques, Limp rushed forward as usual, ready to break through Heras's moves.

I was secretly delighted in my heart.

Fortunately, he learned from yesterday's lesson and watched very carefully today. He had memorized every move. Although his performance was not so standard, it should be able to meet Heras's requirements.

But after grabbing his wrist, Heras did not let go.

Once again, Limp was hung upside down in public.

No matter how he struggled with his newly learned moves, Heras's fists and slaps kept falling.

At first, Limp was still wondering which step he had taken was not standard and that was why he could not escape. After being beaten for five minutes, he realized that Heras just wanted to beat him up.

His lips were pursed tightly, almost forming a straight line.

There is no him in the eyes, no audience.

The misty blue lake was filled with anger and disappointment, and it set up layers of obstacles to prevent him from seeing its contents.

What did he do wrong?

Limp's heart skipped a beat, and the next second he was thrown down by Heras. He managed to keep his body steady and sat down on the ground.

The intense impact distorted Limp's face. New wounds overlapped with the old wounds caused by Heras. Although the injuries would not stay on his body for long, they could make him feel extreme pain.

Heras finally regained his senses and waited for Limp to stand up before shouting "Continue".

So Limp took up his stance and got beaten.

If you show off, you will be beaten.

Pose...My hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even make a pose, but I still got beaten.

Yesterday, Heras held back a little to give him some room to practice his skills. As long as his movements were correct, he would let him go and start a new round of fighting.

But today it turned into a one-sided beating.

What went wrong?

Limp was sweating profusely, but he had no intention of calling a halt and continued to rush forward.

Under this high-pressure training intensity, his moves gradually became fluent. Although he couldn't even defeat Heras, he was able to use his muscle instincts to take appropriate postures to deal with the attack.

Then land safely on your butt.

Not long after, Limp was sweating and had swellings all over his body.

Limp turned his head in anger to look at his butt, which had a few unseemly footprints on it. "Heras, why did you do such a cruel thing?"

Heras only had two cold words: "Continue."

So Limp continued obediently.

The crackling sound was constant.

Xie Si, who was standing nearby, was sweating profusely.

Is the Colonel in such a bad mood today?

Even though it had been mild for a day or two, it returned to the rainy weather of the previous few days.

Limp gritted his teeth and got up again. It was already the end of yesterday.

"Heracus," Limp looked at his uncontrollable hands and feet, a little anxious, "Can we... go back and..."

"In the last round, I will go first."

Heras lifted Limp up, and when he stood up straight, he kicked Limp in the knee.

Limp should have fallen in the opposite direction to him, but he gave up resisting and changed the direction of his fall, trying to throw himself into his arms.

How romantic.

But he had no mouth, so he had to guess blindly.

Heras simply raised his hands and waited. If Limp didn't change direction, he would be slapped hard in the face, with his face turned away.

You need to throw as many bugs as possible.

It's not too late now, it's just that Plg will suffer a little.

Heras thought.

Limp was also aware of this.

but--

He simply closed his eyes, ready to die, and continued to fall down in the same place.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she looked a little nervous.

Horus placed his hand on his face, feeling Limp's disordered and hot breathing, his eyelashes trembling, making his palms slightly itchy.

With him so defenseless, would he really drug him?

Limp didn't feel the expected pain, and half-doubtedly asked, "You won't hit me?"

[Heras really still cares about me. 】

Heras ignored him and threw him to one side of the field with a bit of roughness. He then looked around and said, "Thanks, come here."

Xie Si's teeth were chattering with fear after watching a home run.

But since the colonel came to him, he had no choice but to stand on the stage.

"Attack me with all your might. I also want to see if you have lost yourself in the lack of training."

For Xie Si, Heras was willing to give his life.

But Xie Si was transferred from the army some time ago and sent to work in the Xiongbao Association. Not only was he unable to receive any training, but his daily work also consisted of punishing and torturing female insects.

To Xie Si, this was no different from torture.

Thinking about what had happened before, Heras didn't know who to blame for a moment.

However, he showed no mercy in his moves, and with just a few moves he shattered Xie Si's moves into pieces.

In the end Xie Si was better than Limp. He didn't just passively take the beating and could even parry one or two moves occasionally.

But Heras made it clear that he was not going to show mercy to him, and when he saw that he could accept it, he gradually increased the strength in his hands.

Xie Si finally couldn't bear the heavy burden under this high-intensity and high-intensity attack, and his legs went limp, revealing his wounds.

Heras seemed not to notice.

Xie Si worshipped Heras, so naturally he would not stop, but his left shoulder was injured, and his movements became increasingly difficult.

until--

"What?"

"This is a competition, not insect killing!"

A worm jumped over the fence, angry and annoyed, his face red, and strode towards Heras.

Looking at his smooth neck, he turned out to be a male insect.

Some of the military wives on the stands who were unaware of the situation made confused noises, while others who were aware of the situation covered their mouths and smiled at each other.

Heras didn't want to stop at first, but after hearing the other party's voice, he immediately stopped, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Why is Lord Eastman here?"

Isman is the fifth son of the Insect Emperor and the only male insect in his bloodline.

Hearing this name, Xie Si next to him also raised his head in surprise.

"Isn't his name York?"