Sitting in the car, Jiang Yan gently closed his eyes.
There is a big difference between walking in the wilderness and this hiking in the desert.
Looking at the majestic mountain terrain in the Death Desert, Jiang Yan saw another world completely.
The car roared on the flat road, and Jiang Yan did not look out to see the scenery of the North King City.
Instead, he closed his eyes quietly, breathing evenly like a sleeping baby, and his chest rose and fell, sleeping quietly like an ordinary person.
The soldier next to him looked at Jiang Yan in surprise. His breathing looked like that of an ordinary person, without any sign of a master.
Is this the youngest talent in the alliance that Wang Cheng has promoted?
Why do you feel like an ordinary person? Could it be that you picked up the wrong person?
But when he looked closely at the sleeping Jiang Yan, he found that he was different from ordinary people.
Jiang Yan, who was sleeping, looked like a newborn baby. His breathing was in an indescribable and natural way. If you observe carefully, it would give people an illusion. The man in front of him was more like a big tree than a person.
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The city guard station of the Northern King's City.
Military hospital.
White walls, a simple hospital bed, and a young patient lying on the bed, his limbs covered with bandages and wearing a thick plaster. Bruise marks can be seen everywhere on his face, and there is a drip needle stuck on his forehead, and he is falling into a deep sleep.
At the door of the ward, a young man wearing a space blue military uniform, surrounded by four or five young recruits in pine green military uniforms, stood quietly at the door and looked at the patient on the bed.
The young man in the space blue military uniform not only took care of his military uniform meticulously, but also had his hair carefully taken care of with hairspray, and his face was covered with light makeup.
If you take off the military uniform, the young man looks more like an entertainment star than a soldier.
He looked at the person on the hospital bed, and his originally easy-going eyes gradually turned gloomy.
Originally, he came here to challenge the youngest genius in the alliance promoted by Beiwang City, hoping to use Jiang Yan as a stepping stone to regain the glory of Korean martial arts.
As a result, as soon as I arrived and looked at some Korean soldiers, I heard the news that my younger brother had been beaten and fractured and was hospitalized.
With the league's current medical technology, injuries like broken bones are not impossible to use high technology to completely combine the bones in a short period of time.
However, if you do this, you will only reorganize the bones into a whole. The blood vessels and veins in the bones will not be completely reorganized during the joining process.
Moreover, because the rapid joining of bones may cause the original veins inside the bones to become more disordered and chaotic, which will lead to permanent damage to the meridians, there will be almost no hope for genetic evolution.
As the younger brother of fifth-level extraordinary Pu Zongmin, Pu Zongjian naturally has huge ambitions for genetic evolution. Therefore, such a person can only use the oldest method to heal his body when his bones are injured, and cannot rush to combine the bones.
"Did Pu Zongjian get injured in a martial arts competition?" Pu Zongmin had a hint of cloud on his brows.
"Yes, Chief Park." A Korean recruit replied carefully: "I fought with a recruit named Shen Tianyou not long ago and was injured."
"Recruit? One-on-one?"
Park Zongmin was a little surprised. His younger brother Park Zongjian was a third-level genetic superpower and a master who had been trained in Taekwondo since he was a child. He was so seriously injured by a recruit.
"After the wheel battle, it was one-on-one. Zong Jian was defeated, but the man didn't stop until he broke Zong Jian's limbs."
Park Zongmin's eyes widened, and his energy and spirit merged together like lightning. Several Korean recruits he caught shuddered subconsciously.
"Wagon battle? Ignoring the basic principles of martial arts! Severely injuring the loser is trampling on the rules of martial arts! Very good! Very good! The compatriots lying in other wards are also one-on-one after the wheel battle?"
"No." The recruit of the Korean nation shook his head repeatedly.
The recruit was telling the truth, but not the truth.
In fact, they first fought against a soldier from the Zhuxia nation. After Pu Zongjian was the last to fight and defeated the recruit, he yelled at the new recruit from the Zhuxia nation crazily, so he was taught a lesson by a recruit named Shen Tianyou. .
After Pu Zongjian lost, he still kept his mouth clean and wanted to ask his fellow tribesmen to beat Shen Tianyou, but he was swarmed by recruits from the Zhuxia tribe and received a violent beating.
Another Korean recruit continued:
"It was a group fight. There were so many of them... After Zong Jian was defeated, he was not convinced, so he started a group fight. They also said... and said, who does the Korean nation count? Who does Park Zongmin count? They will still beat him to death..."
"Okay, okay, okay!" Park Zongmin nodded slowly, fierce light shooting out from his eyes:
"Are you all trash? Our compatriots were beaten, why didn't they fight back? In the recruit camp, are our Korean recruits easy to bully?"
The Korean national recruits were silent for a while. At Pu Zongjian's signal, they all started beating each other in groups, but they didn't fight!
What else can be done?
Park Zongjian was beaten so hard that he was sent to the hospital. Their only hope was the youngest fifth-level extraordinary Park Zongmin in the Korean nation.
Looking at the eyes of the new recruits, Park Zongmin sighed: "Forget it, I can't blame you. My younger brothers were seriously injured. If you go, you will only add to the shame of defeat for our Korean recruits."
The recruits nodded slightly, secretly excited in their hearts. Park Zongmin's anger and fighting spirit had been fully aroused. Next...
"Let's go! Take me to the new training camp for beating people!" Park Zongmin clenched his fists tightly and cracked continuously:
"Originally, I came to Jiang Yan from the Zhuxia tribe to establish his authority, but before Jiang Yan could come, my brother was beaten!"
"Then I'll take it out on these new recruits from the Xia nation first. Today, I'm going to send them all to the hospital!"
Although the Human Alliance has seemingly completed unification and everyone is under the same alliance, the geographical, cultural and national barriers are not so easy to eliminate.
This is true in business, and even more true in the military. The existence of factions has a lot to do with region and ethnicity.
Fellow villagers, compatriots, and compatriots, no matter where they are, all have strong resonance.
Park Zongmin walked out of the hospital. Some other Korean recruits who had come after hearing the news were already waiting outside the hospital. Seeing the master they were looking forward to appearing, their low momentum began to rise.
The new recruits of the Korean nation brought Park Zongmin to the gate of the city guard's new barracks quickly.
"Brothers, did Bangzi bring someone here again?"
"Those sticks are sick, right? There's no end, right?"
"They lost one-on-one, they lost the wheel battle, and they still lost the group battle. What are you doing now?"
Some recruits couldn't help but shouted loudly when they saw that Korean recruits had brought people again.
Following his shout, many soldiers came out of the barracks, from all ethnic groups, but there were no Korean soldiers.
When he heard soldiers from other ethnic groups calling the Korean nation, Park Zongmin's gloomy face suddenly turned dark.
He felt that it was a shameful title in the history of the Korean nation!
So he didn't even say hello, he stepped hard on the ground with the soles of his feet, and several Korean recruits standing beside him also felt the ground trembling slightly.
The place where Pu Zongmin stepped on the ground left a deep footprint. His figure appeared to be riding a high-speed galloping horse and stood in front of a Zhuxia nationality soldier at the front.
"you……"
The soldier at the front was just on the second level, and he couldn't help but feel suffocated when facing Park Zongmin.
This man, who was not tall but just an ordinary figure, gave him a strong pressure, as if the glaring King Kong from myths and legends was standing in front of him.
Park Zongmin didn't give him a chance to speak at all. The strong palm pressed against the recruit's chest and exerted direct force. In an instant, the recruit flew upside down and rolled into the barracks.
