Kobe, take the basketball fruit to the Pirates

Chapter 13 Time is running out
The next day, when the moon was still hanging in the sky, Pico had already started his new day of training.

Same as the previous few days, first shake all the sandbags in all the shelves and corridors, and then drill into them, announcing the official start of today's training.

While dodging the strong shaking sandbags, he punched and kicked the sandbags that were not shaking violently enough.

Sometimes he can't help being proud of himself for coming up with this genius training method. If all the sandbags are moved to the maximum, it will be too much and too dense, which is not good for him who is just starting out.

But the movement is too small, it might as well just run.But now it is just right, and you can control it yourself as the rhythm improves.

If you feel relaxed, you will punch more, so that more sandbags will shake violently. If you feel that it is difficult, you will dodge more and punch less.

And now the frequency of Peko's shots is obviously much higher than that of the previous few days, which must be attributed to the powerful effect of the blood anther.

"Whirring whirring"

The sound of very rhythmic breathing kept ringing, and the corner of Pico's mouth could not help but raise a smile.

After a night's rest, his bruised body could hardly feel any pain, which gave him a refreshing feeling of breaking out of the cocoon.

I feel that the whole person is much lighter. The most important thing is to give him a feeling that the more he trains, the more powerful he becomes. The strength of his whole body seems to have woken up from sleep.

Ten laps have passed, and Peko's breathing is still very rhythmic.Twenty laps were completed, his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his breathing was still not disturbed, and his speed did not decrease.

An hour passed, and finally at the [-]th lap, he could feel that his speed and frequency of shots had dropped a bit, and his breathing was occasionally chaotic.

"Hoohoo."

Breathing quickly and heavily, Peko wiped the sweat off his face early on the opportunity, '35 laps, this has not reached my limit'.

If someone observes carefully, he will find that although Beko has reduced his speed, he has not lowered his shot rate.

The danger of doing this is that as his physical strength and mental strength continue to decline, his chances of being attacked by sandbags will increase exponentially.

Speaking of this, we can actually understand the reason why Pike did this.

That's right, he was trying to re-imitate the tense moment he encountered in training yesterday, trying to experience the arrogance again.

However, this time he was disappointed, even though he was hit twice on the head, that feeling did not appear.

But even though it didn't appear, it felt different from the previous few days.There is a very weird feeling, like he is playing hide-and-seek, hiding in a certain part of the body, or in the spirit, watching him secretly.

At this time Pico was lying on the ground, his head was buzzing, his cheeks and forehead were red and swollen, it could be seen that he had been beaten severely.

After being on the ground for a long time, after he regained his strength, he swore inwardly that he could no longer use his head for experiments, because no matter how powerful the blood anther was, it would definitely not be able to cure a fool.

Like today, if you come here a few times a day, you have to beat me stupid.

At this moment, the courtyard door was suddenly opened from the outside, and Pike was startled.Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Uncle Kaqiwo.

I saw that he was carrying a lot of steamed stuffed buns and chicken legs for breakfast.When Peko was concentrating on training, Kaqiwo quietly went out to buy breakfast.

It was not yet dawn at that time, so Pike didn't notice it either.

After what happened yesterday, Uncle Kaqiwo became a little taciturn, and he didn't say a few words during the whole meal.

It was to remind Pike to be careful when exercising, and to tell him to use the blood flower medicine bath at night, so that the effect would be better, and the injury would not last overnight.

Pico wanted to open the gap between the two of them many times and erase the estrangement, but Uncle Kaqiwo chose to deal with it in silence, and Pico had no choice but to give up.

However, fortunately, when practicing swordsmanship, Uncle Kaqiwo was still strict, patiently guiding every move and movement, and repeatedly explaining the essentials of the movement.

Pike tried to alleviate the embarrassment, and often deliberately made one or two mistakes, so that Uncle Kaqiwo could have some sense of accomplishment, but Uncle Kaqiwo didn't respond at all, let alone the slightest feedback.

In this way, for 20 days in a row, the two have been in this mode of getting along with each other, and there is no extra words except what is necessary.

At first, I was a little uncomfortable, but as time became more and more urgent, Beko focused all his attention on training, and he didn't feel too awkward.

On July 21st, there were still ten days before the Naqiang Order came into effect.

Today, as usual, Pike still started his training at four o'clock in the morning under the darkness.

Under the moonlight, Beko's speed reached the limit, and only a black shadow could be vaguely seen in the corridor of the shelves.

"bang bang bang"

A series of beating sounds caused all the sandbags on the shelves to move, and they shook in a very large way.

This makes the shelf, which has been strengthened many times, appear precarious, giving people the illusion that it will fall apart at any time.

But the black shadow still seemed to feel that it was still not cool enough, the speed did not decrease but increased faster and faster, and the strength became stronger and stronger.

"crunch."

Finally, the first frame couldn't support it, and was kicked into the sandbag by the black shadow. The powerful impact directly tore that frame into pieces and flew in all directions.

With the first, followed by the second, and the third.
Sombra seemed to be a king of destruction, he smashed all the shelves one by one.The broken bamboo knots were scattered all over the yard.

Finally, after the last shelf was also broken up, Sombra finally stopped.

Sweat reflected the cold arc under the last moonlight.The muscles in his whole body were as ferocious and terrifying as a horned dragon, slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

At this time, Pike was more than ten centimeters taller than when he first came here, and his original short hair was also shaved by him, which not only did not affect his appearance, but added three points of ruthlessness to him. Meaning, two points of mystery.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo"

His breathing was slow and even, and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent suddenly opened. It seemed that the air around him was condensed for a moment, and his whole body was like a murder weapon in the world.

At this time, a faint voice came from under the eaves not far away, "Pike, you have been too impatient lately".

Pico looked at the messy yard, clutching his head in pain.

Indeed, as Uncle Kaqiwo said, he has been too impatient recently, even to the point of being irritable.

When he was training in the shelf corridor just now, he felt that this set of equipment could no longer meet his training requirements.

The moment he had this idea, a terrible idea appeared in Pike's mind, that is to severely destroy this trash, so the current scene came about.

'What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me.'

Pike crouched down with his head in his arms.At this time, although his muscles were running rampant, he seemed extremely weak when he squatted down.

"Pek, you're too nervous"

Uncle Kaqiwo walked up to Piko, and gently put his arms around his shoulders, "It's not your fault, time is short, anyone would do this."

Hearing this, Pike's whole body trembled violently, and he didn't feel any better because of Uncle Kaqiwo's words.

On the contrary, it was even more uncomfortable, because he felt the shame of being controlled by impatience and anger in his heart.The time constraints are just an excuse, the most important thing is the worry about gains and losses in my heart.

There are countless negative emotions in Peko's heart at this moment.

(End of this chapter)