Chapter 243 The Difference Is Like a Moat

An Xia is better than Cheng Yiluo?

Is it really better than her?

It's tempting to deny it.

But the reality beat her hard again and again, and she couldn't help but deny it.

Squad leader: "Newcomers should stay in the newcomer class. If you go to the pioneer class, you are looking for your own death!"

Vanguard class?

Vanguard class?

Isn't it a soldier class?

Cheng Yiluo, who was so tired that she couldn't even lift her eyes, didn't even have the strength to speak.

The nightmare is not over yet.

After an hour of rest, the whistle sounded again.

All fighters assembled quickly to enter the next training event: mire fighting.

Cheng Yiluo, who had weak knees, stood staggeringly, fear arose from his heart and spread throughout his body.

She wants to go back.

She wants to go back.

It's horrible here.

She wants to go back!

"An Xia, get out!"

The voice as cold as a devil entered his ears, and Cheng Yiluo was so frightened that he shuddered violently.

Now she doesn't have any delusions anymore.

That's not handsome, it's clearly evil!

From the corner of the eye, he sneaked a glance at Lie Anxia, ​​and after a sneak peek, he slammed his head firmly.

I was so tired that I couldn't even stand upright. As for An Xia, her eyes were still piercing and her figure was upright, showing no sign of fatigue at all.

At that moment, she thought of a sentence: How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon!

The fingers curled up, the nails pinched the palm deeply, and the eyes were tightly closed to hide the inferiority complex that could not be suppressed at all.

In front of the queue, Mu Chenyuan looked at An Xia with dark eyes for a few seconds, turned slightly, and yelled, "Plunge yourself into the quagmire!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the ending sound fell, the soldiers saw the slender An Xia, like a tiger coming out of the forest and rushing into the quagmire.

"Wow!"

The splashed mud fell a few points on Cheng Yiluo's face, it was cold and thick, not like muddy water, but like... bloody water.

And An Xia, standing in the blood, was like a steel knife pierced into the heart, no one dared to touch her head-on.

Cheng Yiluo, who was standing on top of the quagmire, stared blankly, as if he saw a natural moat.

One end is herself, and the other end is An Xia.

In spring, the sun is gradually sinking to the west, and the remaining sunshine is no longer warm. The mountain wind blows, and the whole body is cool.

A male soldier also threw himself into the quagmire amid the sound of orders, and swung his fists at An Xia with great force.

"drink!"

"Ho!!"

After clearing and sinking, two completely different screams sounded, and the two figures, whose height and weight were not on the same level, attacked each other.

Fist, palm split, leg sweep, shoulder throw...

The mud was flying like rain, and the drips fell all over the body without wiping off. The fierce fighting figure was reflected in the eyes, and the chill ran from the soles of the feet to the forehead.

At this moment, Cheng Yiluo realized very clearly... An Xia killed her easily!

All the male fighters were hit on the head by her and stuck in the mud for dozens of seconds, unable to lift their heads. If she fell into An Xia's hands, she would only die.

Is she wrong?

wrong.

The mistake is too presumptuous!

What can I do if I am not reconciled.

Even though there were ten thousand thoughts in his heart that wanted to interrupt An Xia, none of them could be used.

One figure after another plunged into the quagmire, and started fighting one-on-one.

Cheng Yiluo also went down.

She has to go down.

After two rounds, the sparring was replaced by An Xia.

Their eyes met, and Cheng Yiluo was timid before it even started.

An Xia's eyes are too scary!

Sharp, thin and cold, it pierced into her brain like a very thin long needle, and precisely pierced the nerve called "fear". All the arrogance disappeared, and all the popularity and face were lost.

It's too late to regret.