Under the faint moonlight, A Chong saw a ferocious face - this was not a human face at all.

Jing Wu's face was covered with deep scars, almost no skin was intact, and every wound was deep bones, revealing the dark red muscles inside. Even A Chong couldn't help but be moved when he saw this tragic situation.

"Hahaha, Kitano Chong, compared to me, you don't know what misery is!"

Jing Wuming's voice was filled with sadness and said slowly:

"When I was 8 years old, my parents died, and only my 5-year-old brother and I were left at home. Before the funeral was finished, the relatives divided all the valuable things in the house and left us brothers behind. No one wanted to take two burdens with them. Our house was also taken away by the creditor. My brother and I were driven out of the house and had to lean on the street to pick up vegetables and fill our hunger. It was okay in summer, and we could find a place to lie as a bed. It was cold in winter, so we could only hold stray dogs under the bridge hole to keep warm.

Until one day, we met Professor Zhang. The professor took us away and sent us to a place where we had food and beds. That place impressed me. There were dozens of orphans who had no home like us. They were surrounded by cold equipment, cold faces, and cold lights.

Later I learned that it was called the Institute of Life Reformation. My brother and I had a lot of surgery there and took a lot of medicine. Every operation was extremely painful. They said that this was a physical transformation, which would make us stronger and not be bullied again.

Many of the children who were undergoing physical transformation with us did not survive, but my brother and I survived.

Originally, I thought the process of body transformation was the most painful, but later I realized that this was just the beginning.

After the physical transformation was completed, we were taken to a secret base with high security where we received basic fighting training. A few months later, the instructor gave us a knife each and let us fight each other.

The instructor said: 'Only those who win are qualified to survive!'

This sentence has become a motto for training camp and the only law of our survival.

Can you imagine? A child who is only ten years old has tasted the taste of killing/human for the first time. We simply don’t have time to bother, because the next one is the more cruel training.

The instructor said that only one in ten people can get out of the training camp in the end. Before that, everyone around you was your competitor.

In order to get out alive, my brother and I worked hard to train. In the following years, we successfully survived several rounds of survival challenges. After each challenge, half of the children around us were missing. As the day of the training camp was getting closer and closer, as long as we experienced another round of survival challenges, we could get out of this death training camp. My brother and I both saw hope for victory. Perhaps, we could go out alive together.”

Jing Wumeng's voice became lower and lower, "But, in the last round of survival challenges, my brother and I were assigned to the same group..."

Speaking of this, Jing Wumeng slowly raised his hands and said in a trembling voice: "You won't want to know this process... I killed my brother with these hands. I can't forget his dying eyes now. I don't know if it's pain or liberation, despair or..."

Jing Wuming couldn't speak, and he choked up while covering his face.

A Chong looked at him in surprise. He had only heard of the name "Shadow Warrior" several times occasionally. As one of the most mysterious organizations under Professor Zhang, Shadow Warriors always only heard the sounds and did not see the person. Unexpectedly, their training and selection were so cruel.

Jing Wumeng slowly stopped crying, looked at his hands carefully and said, "After killing my brother, I successfully graduated from the death training camp and became one of the lucky ones who could go out alive. However, I can never get rid of the shadows left by there...

Until now, every night when I go to bed, I can dream of my brother's eyes. He just stared at me so tightly without saying a word.

I don't know what he saw before he died. But at that time, I must have looked very terrible... I hate myself, I hate my face, I dare not look in the mirror, and every time I feel guilty, I will cut off a piece of my face with a knife!"

Jing Wumeng took a deep breath, looked at A Chong and said, "Kei Ye Chong, you said I don't know what the dead soul is, I don't know what hell is? Haha! I personally turned my brother into the dead soul! I live in hell every day!"

Jing Wumeng roared with his fist!

A Chong looked at him and suddenly felt that this person was very pitiful.

Although his parents died before he was born, under the care of Zi Yang's parents and the villagers, his childhood was warm and friendly.

The person in front of him has experienced the pain of the world since he was a child and was abandoned by the whole world. Even his only brother who cared about him was killed by him.

"Ketano Chong, you don't know how much I envy you. You are born with a gift. The professor carefully cared for you, just like the flowers in the greenhouse - and we orphans without talent will kill each other like beasts until the strongest people are left behind!

The professor treats you as disciples, but we as tools. Now the sharpest tool under his command is going to kill his most proud disciple. Do you think this is ironic? Hahaha!"

Jing Wumeng laughed wildly again, and the muscles in the wound on his face kept shaking, looking very terrifying.

A Chong knew that this person was mentally ill, but he still couldn't help but persuade him: "Since that's the case, why don't you get rid of the professor's control and find a quiet place to hide? I believe that with your ability today, it's not difficult to do this."

"Hide? Why?" Jing Wumeng said in confusion: "I enjoy all this now! Every time I watch the target fall in my hand, I will die, don't mention how happy I am!

I told myself that every soul that died in my hands was my slave, and I sent them to the underworld to serve my younger brother.

Kitano Chong, I heard that you have not yet born a father and mother died. Is a purebred ghost boy? It’s rare. I think my brother must be very interested in your soul.”

Jing Wumeng shook his head and said, as if he was very confident in killing A Chong.

As soon as Jing Wumeng mentioned his parents, A Chong couldn't help but feel cold on his face. He took a step forward and said, "I miss you, too, I'll give you a chance to leave here, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what? Otherwise, kill me?"

Jing Wumeng interrupted A Chong and said, "You listen carefully first, what is the sound!"

Jing Wu turned his ears and listened to the direction of the camp. A Chong turned his head and looked, and saw a fire suddenly appearing in the camp, and two faint gunfire sounds came. He couldn't help but be shocked!

"You, do you have accomplices?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, and suddenly I remembered that I did have a partner." Jing Wuming said with a pretended exaggeration.

"Bastard! You lied to me!"

A Chong turned around and was about to run towards the camp. Jing Wufeng shook his body in front of him, smiled and said:

"Silly, of course I have an accomplice, otherwise why do you think I'm chatting with you for a long time? Do you think you are opening your heart to you? If you don't lead you away, how can my accomplice have the chance to start? At such an old age, I have no brains at all!"

Seeing Jing Wuming blocking his face and chatting endlessly, an unprecedented sense of disgust arose in A Chong's heart and shouted angrily:

"Do not go away! If you want to seek death, you can't blame me!"

A Chong's Qi condensed his right arm and prepared for an attack - Jing Wuming must be dealt with in the shortest time, otherwise the people in the camp would probably suffer.

Seeing A Chong's Yin and Yang arms suddenly swelled, Jing Wumeng's expression became serious. Although he spoke easily, Jing Wumeng was still very afraid of A Chong. He secretly held the Ice Soul Poison Pill in his hand, ready to defend against A Chong's shocking attack at any time.

"Kei Ye Chong, do you know? The order given to me above is not only to kill you, but also to remove the old man Timur, but also his beautiful daughter, and not to keep any of his tribesmen. No matter how powerful you are, you may be able to protect yourself, but you cannot protect them..."

Jing Wuwei still spoke relentlessly, trying to disturb A Chong's mind.

A Chong suddenly shouted loudly, his body flew up quickly, and his right hand punched Jing Wuming's face.

Jing Wumeng was ready, waved his right hand and a little cold light from his palm pricked A Chong's arm.

This move seems to be a loss-making style, but he is sure to force A Chong to be on guard. As long as A Chong retreats, he will have a more powerful killer move behind him.

He and A Chong fought in the tent once, and knew that A Chong's fists were so powerful, so he adopted a passive defense tactic to fight A Chong.

A Chong was worried about the people in the camp and did not dare to fight, so he would definitely attack rashly.

As long as the delay is longer, the more panicked Ah Chong's mind will become, and he will catch the flaws.

Although he was not sure to beat A Chong, Jing Wumeng believed that his Ice Poison Needle would be enough to protect himself if he was used to defend himself.

Seeing that the cold light was about to pierce A Chong, but A Chong did not dodge and let the Ice Poison needle pierce into his Yin and Yang arm. At the same time, the heavy punch also hit Jing Wuming's face. With all the force, half of Jing Wuming's face was knocked into it.

Jing Wumeng cried out with a terrible cry and fell backwards. Before the man fell down, he was kicked in his ribs again. He flew up like a kite and fell straight into the snow. After landing, the remaining momentum was still not over, and he rolled out more than ten meters away.

Jing Wuming was punched and kicked in a moment, and he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die. A Chong succeeded in the attack but did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. He was concerned about the safety of the people in the camp and did not care about going up to check Jing Wuming's life and death, and ran to the camp with anger.

He could hear the whistling wind in his ears, and A Chong kept regretting in his heart: Why was he so stupid and careless? He was deceived so easily. He also heard Jing Wuming talk for a long time without being alert.

What he was worried about now was that there were countless people attacking the camp. If his skills were the same as Jing Wumeng, Naya and the others would probably have a lot of danger.
Chapter completed!