The God of Destruction

The cold winter has not passed yet, and the cool wind blows the little faces of the children. In the Enlightenment Academy in the town of Lorraine, groups of children started a new day of exercise.

"Inhale-inhale-exhale-" According to the steady breathing rhythm, the children lined up neatly and trot around the low and dilapidated wall of Enlightenment College.

Along with the team is a strong man. His eyes were fierce, and his short hair stood upright, looking energetic. While easily following the group of children, he shouted: "The rhythm of breathing has stabilized! If you want to stick to these twenty laps!"

The children lined up in six squares, which represented their sixth grade. Behind the last phalanx, a little boy with a slightly taller figure ran silently. He tried to maintain this breathing rhythm so that he would not fall behind.

"Fortunately, I'm taller and have two long legs," the little boy thought to himself: "Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be left behind"

The little boy's face was a little pale, and it should be seen as a result of malnutrition. They belong to the first-year square matrix, which is the youngest grade, and have just entered school less than a month. The Sharp teacher who led the team did not demand too much from their group of children. Many first-grade children sneaked back to the college before finishing two laps. The Sharp teacher also pretended not to see it.

However, for the sixth grade students who are about to enter the school, or even the fifth grade students who are about to enter the "graduation class", Sharp's requirements are very strict. Under his sharp eyes, it was almost impossible to sneak the number.

After 5 laps, there were only a few children left in the first-year square. The little boy with a slightly tall and pale complexion just mentioned is just one of them-except that his face is now abnormally flushed.

"Hi Panchen!" A little fat boy beside him ran hard and asked gaspingly: "When are you going to run, when will you run? Yesterday we ran 5 laps and it was over!"

The tall little boy named Pan Chen said nothing. He was worried that it would be difficult for him to persevere because of his disorder. "Yesterday, I was tempted by the boy Tuge to speak, and I didn't stick to the limit. I must ignore him today." Pan Chen thought secretly.

Little Fatty Tu Ge got a little depressed because he didn't get a response. As soon as his speech affected his breath, he felt that his lungs were on fire and almost ran out of breath. Although his physical strength is better than that of Pan Chen, he can't persevere.

"You are the hero alone!" Tu Ge thought, stooping and sneaking back.

After 6 laps, Mr. Sharp ’s eagle eyes swept to the last square. According to the past, the first grade should have all been lost.

"There's one more?" Teacher Sharp was a little unbelievable. He didn't speak, but just looked at Pan Chen.

"The shoulders are wide and the figure is very tall. A little thinner, but it is a good soldier embryo." Mr. Sharp appraised Pan Chen with the eyes of a professional. At the same time he noticed that several famous sloths in the fifth grade had gradually shown signs of sneaking.

"Come on, don't be lazy!" Sharp's loud voice was deafening: "Aren't you worse than the first grade primary school brother!"

First grade? Elementary school brother?

There was a slight disturbance in all the phalanx, and many people looked towards the back of the team. When everyone saw the little figure that insisted on running, the disturbance immediately subsided.

Almost everyone repositioned and started running seriously.

auzw.com Seeing this scene, Sharp teacher's sharp eyes narrowed, and he was quite satisfied. This group of children, only when the foundation is laid firmly, will they have more opportunities to stand out in the future.

"Maybe, there will be a few Sky Warriors in this group of kids in the future." Sharp thought with some pride: "Hey, Enlightenment Teacher of Sky Warrior, this feeling is really good."

The idea is beautiful, but Sharp also knows that this idea is very unrealistic.

According to the mainland's division of fighter abilities, fighters are divided into first to ninth levels.

The weakest ordinary fighter below level 3 can only use ordinary muscle strength to fight.

Level 4 fighters are a watershed. They have developed fighting spirits and can strengthen their fighting abilities. Therefore, level 4 fighters and above are called "earth fighters".

The 7th to 9th level warriors can already fly with fighting spirits, and the strong ones can break stones and break mountains and water. These fighters are called "Sky Warriors".

With the backward conditions of Lorraine town, let some of these children understand the fighting spirit in the future and mix up the title of an earth warrior, which is already a pretty good teaching achievement of Lorraine Enlightenment College. As for the Sky Warrior, that is almost impossible.

Sharp himself is just a fifth-level earth warrior. For him, the threshold of level 6 is still far away, not to mention the sky warrior who breaks through the difficulty.

The sky warrior is the elite combat power on the mainland, and each sky warrior has the ability of one enemy to one hundred. Even with a team of thousands of people, Sky Warrior can rely on its superb mobility to deal with it.

The hundred and thousand people mentioned here are not ordinary people, but regular elite troops.

Sharp thought of this, and he felt a little unhappy. He has the strength of a five-level fighter himself. He used to be a squadron leader in the army. In Lorraine town, it's a big man. However, in a clash with aliens, he was injuriously injured and could no longer be qualified as a squadron leader. He had to leave the army and return to his hometown as a fitness teacher at the Enlightenment Academy.

Pan Chen was a little excited. In his little heart, the teacher's praise was the most valuable reward in the world, not to mention the recognition in front of so many seniors. For a time, the fatigue of the body was gone.

After all, there are only six-year-old children.

After holding on for a while, Pan Chen felt tired and tsunami, and his legs seemed to be made of lead blocks. By this time he had ran as many as 8 laps.

At this time, many senior seniors left one after another, but compared with the past, the number of people who chose to stay is much larger.

Teacher Sharp noticed Pan Chen's situation and saw that Pan Chen's face was abnormally red. He knew that Pan Chen couldn't hold it anymore and quickly stepped forward to stop the little boy with his hand.

"Okay, excessive exercise is not a good thing, you should rest-what is your name?"

"Report to the teacher!" Pan Chen took a big breath and said: "My name is Pan Chen!"

As soon as he stopped, Pan Chen felt his bones groan. ..