Chapter 1

"Eighty seven kilograms."

Looking at the results displayed on the test shield, Zhou Han was like falling into an ice cave and his face was pale. He didn't expect that his strength was falling so fast that it exceeded his psychological expectation.

Zhou Han's strength when he joined the army last year was 90 kg. In less than seven months, Zhou Han's strength rose to 1500 kg. He was promoted from a soldier to a deputy battalion commander.

However, in the past half a year, his strength has not increased, but somehow he has plummeted from 1500 kg to 87 kg. He can not find any problems. This kind of attack makes him lose his soul.

"Zhou Han, strength of 87 kg, strength has not entered the training environment!" The middle-aged man next to the dynamometer shield showed the results without expression.

At the beginning of martial arts, ten times of physical training is the first.

It's the first weight in training, and the strength is more than 200 kg. The second weight of training, strength of more than 400 kg. Training the third weight: the strength of more than 600 kg. Training the fourth weight: the strength of more than 800 kg. The fifth weight of training: the strength is more than 1000 kg. The sixth weight of training: the strength is more than 2000 kg.

As Zhou Han expected, as soon as the voice of the middle-aged man fell, the whole teaching ground immediately set off a frenzy of ridicule.

"Three months ago, Zhou Han's strength was 402 kg, which was barely regarded as the second level of physical training. After three months, he actually dropped to 87 kg. Tut, this is really unprecedented."

"Well, this trash has disgraced our three battalions. If the battalion commander didn't try his best to protect him, how could he continue to stay in the third battalion to make up for the number of soldiers. "

"This is the first day that our three battalions once had a dazzling scenery. How could it fall into such a field?"

"Who knows, maybe it's a stab in the body."

……

The sarcastic words of the people in the teaching field were introduced into Zhou Han's ears, and his face became more and more white.

In the past, he was the most remarkable genius of the Third Battalion of the third regiment of the second division of the red flame army of the Universiade Dynasty, and everyone respected him very much. He fought to be brother-in-law with him in order to get his care on the battlefield. On the battlefield, Zhou Han did give them almost bad and good care, and even gave them a lot of the fighting merits that they should get.

Now Zhou Han's strength does not know what reason to fall down, these people who originally showed a humble smile to him have become so powerful that they not only do not know him, but also want to trample him into mud.

"Is that what it's like to be a bad man?" Zhou Han grinned bitterly and walked to the end of the team silently. His figure and shadow were single, and the world seemed so out of place.

"Next, Wei Cheng."

Listening to the voice of the middle-aged test, an 18-year-old young man with a strong back and a strong back stepped out of the team.

Wei Cheng's breath is stable. As soon as he appears, the discussion voice on the teaching field becomes much smaller. A pair of awe eyes, firmly locked him.

Wei Cheng joined the army only eight months ago. In the first five months, his strength increased from 120 kg to 520 kg, and the speed of 80 kg a month made him an eye-catching dark horse in the three battalions.

Now it's three months again. I don't know what his strength is like.

Wei Cheng walked quickly to the side of the test shield and breathed a little. Then he bent over like a shrimp. Like a leopard, he hit the shield with a blow.

"Wei Cheng, strength 760 kg, strength Jin into the third training body!"

"Ha ha!" Listening to the test results of middle-aged people, Wei Cheng's face raised a proud smile.

"Damn it, this guy is really fierce. He has an average increase rate of 80 kg a month. If it goes on like this, he must reach 800 kg in half a month. This is the fourth weight of Jin's training."

"Wei Cheng is indeed a seed level figure cultivated by our three battalions."

……

Listening to the envious and surprised voices on the teaching ground, the smile on Wei Cheng's face brightened a little. His eyes passed through the crowd and fell on Zhou Han, who was the last single figure. After thinking for a moment, Wei Cheng still did not go.

Wei Cheng joined the army this year, just in time for Zhou Han's last glorious moment. He was taken care of by Zhou Han on the battlefield, so that Wei Cheng had the opportunity to make military achievements.

With the cultivation resources obtained from these fighting achievements, his strength has risen so fast. It can be said that without Zhou Han's care on the battlefield, Wei Cheng could not say that he had made great achievements in the battle. Maybe he had already died in the battle.

But Zhou Han did not know how, half a year ago, his strength suddenly fell a thousand feet, from the altar of genius mercilessly fell down. At first, Wei Cheng held a little hope for Zhou Han, thinking that Zhou Han would make a comeback. After seeing Zhou Han's strength getting worse day by day, Wei Cheng finally became a villain.

This world is like this, when people feel there is no value standing with you, your friends will leave one by one.

"Next, Xiao Yong!"

When the test middle-aged people reported their names again, the noisy teaching ground suddenly quieted down. The sight of the crowd converged on a 17-year-old boy.The boy looked a little thin and not tall, but no one looked down on him. Even Wei Cheng cast envious eyes at him.

Xiao Yong and Wei Cheng were divided into three battalions. Like Wei Cheng, Xiao Yong was also cared by Zhou Han on the battlefield and gained cultivation resources by establishing his fighting achievements. Xiao Yong also became a black horse of the three battalions. He was Wei Cheng's biggest competitor.

Xiao Yong walked to the side of the test shield, slightly adjusted his breath, and then bowed down to blow it!

"Xiao Yong, strength 850 kg, strength into the fourth training body!" The face of middle-aged people also showed a rare smile.

"What, Xiao Yong's strength has reached 850kg, and he has become the fourth heaviest in training. My God, he is only 17 years old, even smaller than Wei Cheng."

"This guy is really terrible. He is the second of our three battalions." The first person, of course, is Zhou Han, who has fallen from the altar.

……

The people who talked about it cast a look of awe at Xiao Yong.

In the crowd, Wei Cheng's eyes were full of jealousy.

In the face of the hot eyes of the crowd, Xiao Yong did not have a half proud image, his expression was very modest. In full view of the public, he went straight to the last single figure of the crowd Zhou Han, bending down to Zhou Han: "thank you, brother Han."

Xiao Yong knew that without Zhou Han's care on the battlefield, he could not have been today. Even though the aura of genius has faded from Zhou Han's head, it does not mean that Zhou Han's kindness to him has also faded.

"Do I still have the right to make you respect me so much now?" Looking at this as the most eye-catching black horse in the three battalions, Zhou Han said with a bitter smile that Xiao Yong was one of the few people who still respected him after his downfall.

"Brother Han, you once said that you should know how to be grateful. Ungrateful people are doomed to do nothing. Even if your strength is reduced to 87 kg, you will still be my benefactor of Xiao Yong. " Xiao Yong's voice was very loud and clear to all the people in the Teaching Hall. Xiao Yong's behavior made many people blush. They had been taken care of by Zhou Han, but they all could not avoid it. Seeing Xiao Yong like this, many people's faces were very hot.

"Xiao Yong, I'm just talking about it. Now I'm a waste. If you follow me, you'll only drag you down. I don't want to delay your future." Zhou Han said, and turned to leave without looking back.

Looking at Zhou Han's backward figure, under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes in the full teaching field, Xiao Yong immediately followed up without half a minute's hesitation.

"You will regret it if this stupid guy takes the initiative to stick Zhou Han's oil bottle." In the crowd, Wei Cheng gnawed his teeth fiercely.

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