In the basement of the island, Xiaobei was calling Xiao Feng while typing on the keyboard. Photos appeared on the screen. After typing again, various data were displayed under the photos.

These are all detailed information about the members of the Wind. From their physical information about entering the island, to their daily rankings and combat estimates, they all seem very formal.

Since the group of ten people left the island and experienced several battles, there were almost not many old people left on the island. However, this place was like a military camp. When the old people left or died, naturally more new people entered.

After nearly a year of development, the number of people on the island was more than Wuming's time, and they were also trained according to Wuming's plan, and a cruel promotion system was adopted.

Since the day when the wind was established, Wuming has been given an idea that the winner is the king, this is the world of the strong and the hell of the weak.

Here, there is no morality or emotion. All that is left is killing and survival. It is very simple to want to live. Then train hard, keep getting stronger, and stimulate your potential to the greatest extent. Kill the one in front of you, and you will be a little further away from death.

The value of the existence of the evil wind is to turn into a sharp blade in Xiao Feng's hand. When it needs it, the sharp blade will be unsheathed. When it is released, it will see blood. It will fight all directions and be invincible.

So, now Xiao Feng spoke, and Xiao Bei immediately started to choose. Although he didn't ask carefully, he also guessed that it should be related to the Asian branch of the Guilt. Therefore, the people sent this time must be elite, otherwise they will die if they go.

“How many are needed.”

"About fifty, I have demon swords and the others here."

"I got it, I will select it as soon as possible and then send it to the designated location."

"Um."

Xiaobei cut off the call and pressed a button: "No. 2, come to my studio for a trip."

"Okay." The sound of berserks came from the speaker.

Within a few minutes, a berserker in a camouflage uniform appeared. He was still wearing a huge sunglasses, covering most of his face, and his whole person was very imposing.

"Zero needs a group of people, fifty." Xiaobei said straight away without saying a word.

Jian Zhan nodded: "It seems that there must be big moves, no need to choose, and pull away all the strongest fifty."

"Do you lead the team?"

"Well, I'll lead the team myself."

"In addition to you, the demon sword will also go over, and they should be able to deal with it. In this way, to gather everyone, besides the top fifty, you will also put pressure on the rest."

Jian Zhan touched his sunglasses with his fingers and turned around and left: "I'll call everyone."

"See you later."

After the Brutal War left, Xiaobei turned on the computer, selected a map from it, and narrowed his eyes: "This is the Asian branch of the Prison, what channel should we go through?"

Ten minutes later, hundreds of people gathered in the largest training camp in the island center, with an average age of only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Hundreds of people did not gather together, but were separated by a certain distance from each other, because this would be able to deal with emergencies and avoid being attacked by others.

This is a bad situation. You have to be nervous and alert at all times. Even in your sleep, you may be wiped off your neck or stabbed your heart.

Among these people, there are men and women, but the proportions are quite different, with only a few dozen women, which is about one-tenth of the proportion.

Women are equally alert and keep looking at the men around them, and their eyes are also very direct, full of naked light, as if these are not women, but just tools for them to vent their sexual desire.

They were all injured to a greater or lesser extent, and the blood was stuck to the soil on their bodies. They looked particularly embarrassed, but everyone was in good condition and full of murderous aura.

‘Bang’, suddenly, a muffled sound came out, and a figure flew out, and the position where he was originally standing was replaced by another young man.

"No. 73, being idle is not a good habit. I have been thinking about your position for more than a week." The young man clenched his fists. It was him just now, knocking No. 73 away with one punch.

He is the 74th, which is a badass number, without a name or nickname, only such a number.

The name has been forgotten since they entered this island. As for the nickname, it also seems very luxurious here, which is something that only the strong can have.

No. 73 slowly got up from the ground, shook his right hand suddenly, and a dagger appeared, and a cold light was cut out, and it stabbed into the stomach of another young man next to him: "Cough, No. 70, I have been thinking about your location for a long time."

"You..." No. 70 was a burly young man. His body shook, looked down at the dagger that was in his stomach, and his face was full of reluctance: "I want to kill you." After that, he struggled and punched him out.

‘Bang’, No. 73 took a few steps back, his throat became sweet, and he could no longer suppress it, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This is a good opportunity, hey." A young man with a wicked smile rushed out and greeted No. 70: "If you die, I can move forward in a position."

When the young man appeared on the 73rd, he did not take action because he was No. 71 and was truly stronger than him. What's more, he was injured now and could not get any advantage, so he could only give up this great opportunity to kill No. 70.

"Seventy-four, you make me angry, don't think you can kill me." No. 73 looked at the young man who had attacked him before and walked up step by step.

"Are you afraid of you? I will kill you openly." No. 74 was not afraid at all. The two were almost the same, but now No. 73 was injured again, so you can fight.

On the other side, No. 71 had already rushed towards No. 70, without any mercy because of his injury. He punched out with a sharp wind, and greeted the vital points.

The people around them separated and gave up a small circle for them to fight. While watching, they continued to be vigilant so as not to be attacked by others.

A few dozen meters away, there was a small circle where there were several women standing. There was no distance between them, nor were they guarding each other, but they watched the battle here coldly.

"Mosquito, you said that there was something important to summon all the people suddenly." A beautiful girl asked to another girl next to her.

"I don't know, I'll know when the second and Xiaobei come over." Another girl replied: "Ji Li, who can win if you say 73 and 74?"

"It should be No. 74. Since he dares to take action, he should be prepared. Besides, No. 73 has been injured and his combat effectiveness has been affected."

"Yes." The girls around him also nodded, all of them were pretty.

The men around him glanced at each other from time to time, but they didn't dare to act arrogantly, because these girls were not easy to mess with, especially the girl named "Ji Li", who had already emerged and began to rise rapidly.

That's right, these girls are the snake girls that Xiao Feng met in Yindu.

After they arrived on the island, they rose rapidly after a brief adaptation, especially Ji Li. In a short period of time, they were extremely strong and made rapid progress, even becoming a female legend.

As Xiao Feng said, the snake girl has unique advantages in combat that others cannot match. They are soft and can launch fatal attacks from any angle. Every part of their body can be turned into a deadly weapon.

In addition to the five snake women, the mosquitoes that came out of the women's prison also looked amazing. Although they were not as good as Ji Li, they were no weaker than the other snake women, and they had her own style.

As for the others in the women's prison, they were not so outstanding. A little half of them had died, and the other half was also struggling, enduring the double torture of both spirit and physicality.

"Ah." Suddenly, a roar sounded, and No. 70 reached into the wound on his stomach. With a sudden force, he pulled out his intestines, dripping blood, looking particularly terrifying.

"Kill you." No. 70 roared even louder, throwing his intestines around No. 71's neck, then used it as a rope, and used force with his left and right hands at the same time, trying to strangle the person who dared to provoke him alive.

No. 71's face changed drastically. He didn't expect No. 70 to be killed and his combat power was so strong. The most important thing was that he was not afraid of death and wanted to pull him to cushion his back before his death.

However, No. 71 had no time to make a new reaction. He punched No. 70, but the intestines around his neck became tighter and tighter, and the suffocation feeling became heavier and heavier.

"Hehe, hehe, um..." No. 71 opened his mouth wide and made all kinds of strange sounds. His chest seemed to be about to explode, and his face turned like purple eggplant.

"Go, go and die." No. 70 was at the end of his strength, and his body shook. After all, his intestines were pulled out and he couldn't survive at all.

No. 71 was making the final struggle, and No. 70 also made the last roar, and all the power in his body was used on his hands. Only the sound of bone shattering was heard.

No.70 forced his intestines to break No.71's neck with his intestines. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the soft intestines could burst out with such great lethality.

Many of his intestines were broken. When No. 70 saw No. 71 being finished, he couldn't hold on. He let go of his hands and his intestines slid to the ground. Then his body shook and fell into a pool of blood with a buzz.

perish together,.

No one expected this result, but the ones at the scene were not glass hearts. No one screamed, but just looked coldly. The dazzling bright red made their blood boil and their murderous aura became stronger and stronger.

A sound of footsteps sounded, and Brutal Zhan and Xiaobei appeared, and everyone separated.

"Stop." Jian Zhan's eyes swept over No. 73 and No. 74, "If I want to die, I can send you on the road. If I don't want to die, just stand honestly."

With a word of beating, No. 73 and No. 74 immediately became honest and did not dare to fight again. They stood beside them with their heads held back, and did not dare to say a word.

"Please the corpse out and feed the dog." Jian Zhan pointed to the corpse on the ground again.
Chapter completed!