Pirate's Swamp Fruit

"Oh!"

In the world of ice and snow, a muscular figure with bare upper body punched the air. .biquge

The icy wind was biting, the white frost exploded, and a cloud of white mist bloomed like a flower.

"Huh!" Exhaled a long breath, and the white mist curled up. Wilder retracted his fist and stood upright.

For two months, Wilder conducted devilish training in this icy and snowy hell.

From wearing a fur coat at the beginning to now being able to deal with this inhuman icy environment with bare upper body, my own digging into the return of life is not insignificant.

His physique has been soaring in the past two months. His muscles are as strong as steel, especially the two broad muscles on his chest. When the ice and snow dripped on them, they were quickly evaporated into mist. The result of the continuous high-speed operation of the blood gas can be regarded as a kind of use of life return.

Wilder called it—steaming blood, a kind of various effects triggered by manipulating the movement of blood.

The practice of returning life is often accompanied by a corresponding environment.For example, in the original book, the lion is afraid of manipulating the digestive system, and his training is spent in hunger.

Similarly, to learn to resist the cold, one must face the cold and feel the cold.

Practicing life-returning is like an immortal, whether it is deep in the mountains or forests, or in the ice and snow, the only thing in common is meditation and realization.

No matter how bad the environment is, we must maintain a heart of meditation and asceticism.

Two months was just enough for Wilder to do this.

Because of the icy environment, in order to keep his body active and not rigid, Wilder did not give up on physical exercise. Not only did he not give up, but he started exercising even more crazily. Combined with the return of life, his physique and physical skills had a qualitative leap. .

After standing quietly for a while and realizing it, Wilder opened his eyes and looked towards the white space in the distance, where Claire's figure was walking.

"Lord Felste, here are today's documents, and... There are a lot of documents piled up in the office, and the Director is urging you."

"I see." Wilde put on his shirt, the blood in his body surged, and the ice and snow on the clothes evaporated into wisps of white smoke floating in the air.

"Tell Magellan to go back tomorrow." Wilder said solemnly, then turned around and stepped forward.

"Yes, Lord First." Claire watched Wilde leave respectfully.

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Wilder returned to the place where he temporarily lived in lv5, a narrow torture room.

Everything has started to go on the right track, the next thing is to keep... keep getting stronger, and then...wait for that day to come.

Sitting on the leather sofa, holding a glass full of red wine, looking at the fireplace in front.

Wilder never likes to pour half a glass when drinking, like everything else, he likes to fill it up, just like his plan.

The flame danced in the hearth, watching it, like Wilder's thoughts, dancing with the firelight, drifting farther and farther.

The work of lv5 is progressing fairly smoothly. After careful selection, the number of personnel has reached five. With the addition of Baisclair and four people, a core prototype has been formed, although... it was recruited by coercion and bribery.

Taking a sip of the wine, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, the shadows covered his eyes, and his ambition bloomed silently.

He stood up, walked to the wall, and put his palms against the wall. Silently, the wall began to ripple and twist, and a door-shaped swamp appeared.

Wilder stepped into the gate-shaped swamp, the waves waved, and the walls returned to their original appearance.

Restoring the swampy environment to its original state is no longer a fantasy for Wilder.

Passing through the swamp gate, a narrow passage appeared, with torches standing on both sides, glowing dimly.

At the end of the aisle, there was a metal door. Wilde took out the key, lowered his head and twisted it.

"Crench!"

Pushing open the door, a harsh and unpleasant sound sounded, and a huge space appeared.

The light of the torch made the dark space glow with a yellow halo. It is not known how to build a Colosseum, with layers of steps, and a huge iron cage standing in the middle, and a bloody smell rushed towards him.

Wilder stood on the entrance steps, with the dusk shining on his face, a devilish smile emerged.

Under the stairs, there are dozens of passages outside the cage. There is a bell the size of a washbasin on the top of the cage. The moment Wilde pushed open the door, the bell rang.

The sound of a group of demons dancing wildly sounded, and people walked out of the passage one after another, with bloodthirsty and cruel smiles on everyone's faces.

They looked up at Wilder on the platform, their eyes fierce.

"Hmm..." Wilder greeted these gazes with a deep smile, unmoved.

"So... let's start, let's play the first game between Page and Crivat. The winner can withdraw, the loser dies, if the tie is... um, hehe... I will kill it, of course... you can resist." After finishing speaking , opened his eyes, and murderous intent erupted.

The iron cage of the prison was opened by a prisoner wearing a prison uniform. Two prisoners named by Wilder walked into the cage with a sneer. Battle of Beasts.

This is the means by which Wilder selects talents. There is nothing else but force.

That's right, the entire huge arena space was created by Wilder, including the hard walls. This colosseum is designed to gather these prisoners, and let the prisoners fight to analyze their force.

And this Colosseum is like a paradise for lv5 prisoners, death... is already doomed, and those who come here are nothing more than genuine desperadoes, looking for excitement and at the same time looking for a chance.

First's name has long held the greatest weight in the extremely cold hell, and everyone who comes here knows that as long as he is appreciated by First, there is a slight chance...to get rid of the chance of death.

"Hmm... what's the matter?" Wilder turned his head and looked at a prisoner walking towards him, the veins on his forehead twitched.

Not only Wild himself, but the prisoners below also noticed the situation here, all showing excited but malicious smiles.

Everyone knew that the area above belonged to Felste, and the stairs below belonged to the prisoners, but now there is a blind guy trying to challenge this conventional authority, how can people not be excited?

With a gloomy smile, Wilder looked at the ugly guy in front of him, licking the corner of his scarred mouth, and didn't speak for a while, just staring at him with a stiff smile.

"First, right?" Finally, the prisoner with Scarmouth walked up to Wilder, looked up at Wilder, licked the corners of his mouth bloodthirstyly, grinned, showing disgusting yellow teeth, eyes Full of violence.

"My men killed the giant wild boar, right? You guy..." At the end, his face became ferocious like a wild beast.Three months ago, the huge wild boar rioted again and was killed by Wilder. The news had already caused shock in lv4, and it was no surprise that someone in lv5 knew about it.

"Hmm... I killed him, so? Is this the reason why you stepped here?"

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