Pirate Emotional System

"You also want to participate in confrontation training?" Zefa couldn't help but was stunned, "But this is within the navy..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, thought for a moment, and said, "That's okay, then you and I'll come down. Please () read the most complete! The fastest updated novel!"

Binz asked: "Teacher Zefa, after all, he is not a navy. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to let him participate in confrontation training?"

"It doesn't matter, it just gives these new recruits a lot of experience. Staying stuck in one's ways is not conducive to growth!" Zefa grinned, very confident in his decades of teaching experience, and obviously wanted to try something new.

"Let's go down." Zefa jumped off the platform, Ain and Binz also jumped to the military training field, and Du En slowly walked down the stairs nearby.

Arriving at the military training ground, under Zefa's organization, the surrounding navy soldiers dispersed in an orderly manner, leaving a large open space. There were two obvious traces of lines on the site connected to form a large concentric circle, which served as a battlefield circle.

Zefa walked to the middle of the field and explained the rule of "out of the circle is a loss", and then waved to Du En, "Come here, kid."

Under the good attention of all the navy soldiers, Du En walked calmly to the center of the circle. Zefa glanced at the navy outside the field and said: "Next, this young man will be the 'champion'. The rules remain unchanged. If you beat him, You can become the new champion and the cycle repeats. If you want to participate in confrontation training, you can start now!!"

The navy soldiers looked at each other, feeling strange about Du En's identity. At this time, a stout navy man walked into the circle first. The muscles in his arms were like continuous hills. He grinned and announced his life. And position: "Grade [-], Class [-], Corporal Mars, Navy Headquarters."

Du En smiled modestly and said: "Brother, I have been frail and sickly since I was a child and have stunted development. You must be merciful later."

When Du En said this, all the sailors standing outside the venue laughed happily. Mars was as tall as an iron tower, with a height of two and a half meters, while Du En had a delicate face and a well-proportioned figure. From a physical point of view, the two sides are not the same weight at all.

But that's exactly what happened. Some sailors wondered: "This boy looks about the same age as us, and he is not strong. He is not a navy. How could Mr. Zefa think of letting him participate in confrontation training?"

A marine soldier next to him explained: "You have forgotten that Mr. Zefa often uses devilish training methods on us. He must also want to leave this guy here this time, polish his toughness and patience, and let this guy know that outsiders are the best." There are people, there are mountains beyond the mountains!”

The rest of the people around listened to the explanation and nodded as they felt it made sense.

"Hehe." Mars looked at Du En and smiled innocently, "I will gently throw you out of the field in a while, and I will leave you with a superficial wound at most. Don't worry, it won't hurt you!"

"Weapons are not allowed in confrontation training." Zefa glanced at the demon on Du En's waist, declared again, and then stepped away from the field, "Let's start fighting."

Mars moved his muscles and bones, stepped on the ground and walked towards Du En with a momentum that was like shaking a mountain. He made a claw with his right hand, grabbed Du En's shoulder, and wanted to throw him away.

However, he exerted all his strength, his face flushed red, and he let out bursts of muffled sounds, but he just couldn't make Du En move his footsteps.

Du En grinned, put his backhand on Mars' right wrist, and flicked Mars hard, throwing the latter out of the circle like a lead ball, hitting a few unlucky onlookers.

Under everyone's incredible gazes, Du En smiled humbly: "Thank you, big brother, for showing mercy."

"The negative emotion value from Mars is +145..."

Mars struggled to get up from the sailors, with a dark look on his face. How could this boy have so much strength because of his frailty and stunted growth?

The sailors were in an uproar about the outcome of this battle that was completely opposite to what they expected. Someone shouted: "Big man, are you letting your guard down?"

Mars blushed and said, "No, how could I release the water!"

"I come!"

During the dispute, a very thin man from the Navy walked into the circle, "Class [-], Grade [-], Navy Headquarters Sergeant Sethi."

Du En said: "I have been frail and sickly since I was a child, and my development has been stunted. My brothers have done me a favor."

Sisi was different from Mars. He quickly rushed to Duen who seemed to be unresponsive. He spread his arms and quickly wrapped his arms around Duen's waist. With a force of pulling him backwards, he was about to lift Duen up. Veins popped up all over his face and arms, and he shouted: "Wake it up!!"

Du En stood motionless like a giant Buddha.

"Huh?" Sisi was stunned, and the two arms surrounding Du En's waist were forcefully torn apart, and then his body hung upside down, spinning in the air like a windmill, and was immediately thrown out heavily.

Another navy was knocked down.

Du En still smiled and said modestly: "I accept."

"The negative emotion value from Sisi is +145..."

After losing two people one after another, this group of sailors with a strong sense of collective honor suddenly refused to accept it one by one. They were gearing up and eager to try. Soon another sailor walked into the circle and shouted: "Grade [-], Class [-], Navy Corpsman... ah !”

Before the sea soldier finished speaking, he was kicked out of the circle by Du En, who was standing in the center.

Immediately, another person jumped, "Grade [-], Class [-]...poof..."

The man vomited blood and was beaten away.

"Grade [-], Class [-]..." Before he could finish his words, the sailor also flew out.

Du En fought more and more smoothly, punching or kicking a sailor. The sailors watched Du En attack from the front, but they couldn't avoid it, and they couldn't block it at all. They didn't know what happened for a moment. He has fallen outside the circle and has lost clearly.

Zefa was quite happy to see it at first. Duen was different from him. He belonged to this unknown external factor. Fighting with him could make the sailors feel a sense of crisis and stimulate their inner desire to become stronger.

But the more he looked at it, the gloom on Zefa's face grew more and more, and he could no longer be happy. How could he expect to see the sailors he had trained for so long being punched one by one? Such a battle would not easily inspire the sailors' desire to become stronger. It might make them more and more decadent and give up on themselves.

"Okay, stop it, stop it!"

At the same time as Zefa shouted, a sailor in the circle was shot down outside the circle by Du En like a parabola, and a small crater was made on the ground in disgrace.Including him, Du En has won at least forty games!

Du En smiled very humbly: "I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and my development was stunted. Thank you all brothers and sisters for supporting me."

Hearing this, the defeated sailors all looked at Du En and gritted their teeth. If you are considered to be frail and stunted, aren't we all considered to have muscle atrophy! !

At this moment, the negative emotion value in Du En's mind has skyrocketed. Adding the more than 600 points sneakily contributed by the forty Laibao and Zefa just now, the negative emotion value has increased by more than 1 points in total.

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