Chapter 1050 Secret Training

The golden high-level mission hangs high at the top of all his mission lists, showing its uniqueness.

The progress of the list is still at a mere one percent, and it will probably take countless time and energy to make further progress.

But Lin Wei is still young, and they still have a lot of time to train him.

With this lesson learned, Lin Ming began to think about the future of the other children.

He himself lives in a pleasant atmosphere and hopes to provide such an atmosphere for his children.

But that doesn't mean he wants to waste this kid's talent.

The system once said that several of his children will be dragons and phoenixes in the future.

If the child's future changes because of his excessive doting, it should not be.

Perhaps he should observe their hobbies early on and plan their future direction for them.

In a certain field, it is not an easy task to reach the top. Even if you are talented, you should make unimaginable efforts.

It is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving method to set goals for children and let them start from an early age and move towards the future step by step.

After leaving the secret training base for a short time and seeing off his children, Lin Ming returned to this dark place.

In addition to training his men, he himself is also undergoing special training.

The system's forced recall of "Five Animal Play" sounded the alarm in his heart.

In the later period when he was fighting against those people on Long Island, Tai Chi, which was not noticed on weekdays, surprised him and undoubtedly inspired him a little.

Long Xia has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are countless examples of martial arts.

He doesn't necessarily have to rely on the cheats produced by the system to cultivate, and traditional martial arts can also bring him surprises.

And the last time Xie Daoyan's elegant sword in the flute impressed him deeply, he also came up with the idea of ​​learning traditional cold weapons.

Among the traditional cold weapons, the sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, which is unpredictable, the knife is powerful and powerful, and the spear is the king of a hundred soldiers, with invincible practicality, each of which is worthy of his careful study.

In the process of research, he also discovered a very wonderful thing, these traditional cold weapons are very suitable for his breathing method.

The combination of the two is the effect of 1+12.

In the secret base, on the arena made of the hardest rock, Lin Ming stood alone holding a sword.

Opposite him stood a whole team eager to try.

"Boss, don't hold back later!"

"Hahahaha, I don't believe that a group of people like us can't restrain the boss alone."

"It's impossible to fight, but it's not necessarily a sneak attack!"

Lin Ming listened to their chattering discussion, smiled confidently, and lightly flicked the sword in his hand.

"Let's go up together. If you win the reward later, you can pick whatever you want."

Lin Ming's generous reward undoubtedly ignited the blood of his opponent.

"Hahahaha! Boss, you are the one who said this, we can choose the rewards at will, don't go back on your word!"

"Since the boss has said so, then we can't be polite, brothers, don't forget how the boss tortured and killed us before, we have to pay it back!"

These people are all people who have significantly improved their physical fitness after practicing "Five Animals" in the recent period.

This competition between Lin Ming and them was not only testing them, but also testing himself.

"In that case, let's begin."

The battle is imminent.

One person vs. a group of people is visually an obvious disadvantage, but Lin Ming's aura does not give in at all.

Standing here, he is like a pinnacle of Dinghai, making people firmly believe that he will definitely win.

"I'm sorry boss, I came first!"

A person clenched his fists and rushed up quickly from the side. His steps were very rhythmic, as if he was dancing with some drumbeat, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right to confuse people's eyes.

Lin Ming watched him approaching him and smiled lazily.

"good!"

"Boss, don't take it lightly!"

The man is approaching!

Lin Ming held the sword in his hands, standing side by side, and suddenly the sword in his right hand was switched to his left hand, and a simple horizontal stroke directly stopped him, and he didn't know when he went around in front of the man on his left.

"Your footwork is good, but you are too young to confuse me!"

Lin Ming raised his eyebrows and smiled, grabbed the person he had spotted, and threw him off the ring.

The confrontation between the two was completed in just a few seconds. When the others saw that the vanguard was eliminated in less than three seconds, they immediately rushed up. The entire arena changed from quiet to noisy. A group of spectators also began to shout fiercely.

"Come on, go on, beat the boss!"

"Boss, don't give them a good face, beat them down one by one, and make them go crazy!"

bang bang bang!

The sounds of physical collisions in the group arena were endless, but most of them were collisions between teams. No one could get within a foot of Lin Ming's body.

The iron sword with cold light in his hand was danced vigorously by him.

The cold light brought by the iron sword was like a pool of autumn water, extremely gentle and extremely cold.

Lin Ming mastered the method of exhalation, controlling the rhythm of every inch of his body muscles, making his muscles very close to every movement he swung.

His movements seem to open and close, but in fact only use a small amount of strength.

Compared with those opponents who attack with all their strength, he has to save a lot of effort.

So much so that when the group of people standing opposite him had collapsed on the ring from exhaustion, he was still standing in the middle energetically, holding a sword in his hand like a god of war.

"Don't play anymore, the boss is too strong, let's admit defeat!"

"It doesn't matter, you go down and change a team to come up."

Lin Ming is determined today, and will wear them one by one.

Some of the spectators who were standing under the arena took off their clothes and jumped onto the stage directly, while others went up together with the guns they had already prepared.

For being able to defeat Lin Ming, they had waited for a long time, so they didn't care. Did they take advantage of others' danger?

"Since the boss, we will not be polite!"

The subsequent changes in the arena were even more varied. Apart from the most primitive boxing skills, all hidden weapons and firearms were used.

But in fact, they still failed to defeat Lin Ming.

The moment that person stood in the middle of the ring, he left them with an invincible impression.

After a hearty match, Lin Ming got off the ring with his sword in hand.

The high-tech synthetic iron sword was already covered with pits and holes. In fact, if Lin Ming hadn't injected his own force into the sword in the ring, the sword would have been broken long ago.

He sighed softly.

There are still too few weapons in hand.

Dragon Tooth is powerful, but it is a dagger after all, its attack range is limited, sneak attack is okay, but if it is a large-scale group battle, he prefers a gun.

Lin Ming thought about when he could get a gun that fit his aesthetics and practicality.

(end of this chapter)