Basic Training

At this moment, the Brocade Dragon Guard were actually feeling bitter inside.

They excel at skillful maneuvers, but when it comes to brute force, they are no match for the Black Tortoise Legion, which is known for its strength.

The Black Tortoise Legion is a heavily armored legion. Xuanwu is a mythical beast similar to a tortoise, with a body like a tortoise and a snake on its back.

Using this incredibly powerful mythical beast as the totem of the army reflects the nature of the Black Tortoise Legion.

The training grounds for these Black Tortoise Legion members mainly consist of weightlifting and strength training.

The Brocade Dragon Guard was no match for them.

These Brocade Dragon Guard members had finally endured an hour of hardship and thought they could finally rest, but they didn't expect to face the next training session. This Divine Desolation Army Camp, known as the Death Dragon Gate, was indeed not a place that ordinary people could withstand.

Seeing the grim faces of the Brocade Dragon Guard members, the Black Tortoise Legion members gradually became excited. People always need comparisons; they don't need to be particularly happy themselves, as long as everyone around them is worse off than them, that's enough.

For some people, the suffering of others is their own pleasure; moreover, suppressing the Brocade Dragon Guard also gives them a sense of satisfaction.

In an instant, the members of the Black Tortoise Legion were all eager to try and couldn't wait to head to the training ground.

"Training begins now. It's ten miles from the Desolate God Hall to the training ground we're heading to. You'll hop across like frogs!"

The bald man spoke.

"Frog jumps? Haha, I love that!"

Frog jumps are the most common training method used by members of the Black Tortoise Legion. For martial artists, frog jumps must be weighted; otherwise, it would be too easy. Jumping more than ten meters at a time would be effortless.

"How much weight are you carrying?" a member of the Black Tortoise Legion asked.

"You've all used up quite a bit of energy today, so I'll lighten your load a bit. Just wear these."

As the bald man spoke, he touched his Space Ring with one hand and tossed out a large box.

He kicked the box open, revealing it filled with training clothes.

These training clothes, in all sorts of colors, looked like they were made of coarse cloth, but the young talents present knew that they were all weighted suits.

It feels light in your hand, but once you put it on, it weighs tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of kilograms.

"This is the lightest training uniform in Tai'a Divine City. It was originally for training Movement Technique, but I'm letting you use it for weight training. It's light enough!"

"Black training clothes weigh 200 ding (a unit of weight), purple 100 ding, red 50 ding, green 30 ding, and white 10 ding! Choose whichever you like."

One cauldron weighs 1,000 jin (approximately 500 kg), and even the lightest white training uniform weighs 10,000 jin (approximately 5,000 kg) for ten cauldrons. This weight is comparable to the lightest weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt.

However, the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt can change to a thousand ding (a unit of weight), which is five times the weight of the black training clothes.

These training clothes, however, have a fixed weight. Therefore, the difference in value is self-evident.

"Pushing yourself to your limits will do you good. However... if you feel you can't handle it, choose the white training clothes and maybe eat some Bone Relic while you're at it."

"That's what the bald man said sarcastically."

Such a dismissive tone immediately ignited the competitive spirit in many people. How could a group of proud and arrogant teenagers stand being told they were no good?

They immediately began selecting practice clothes.

The ten-mile frog jump had left them with very little energy. Although the young talents present were young and impetuous, they understood the difficulty of it.

After weighing the difficulty, the members of the Black Tortoise Legion mostly chose red training uniforms, with very few opting for purple.

The members of the Brocade Dragon Guard were a level below, mostly choosing green training uniforms, with a few opting for red.

After all, they had very little power left in their bodies.

Zhou Kui smiled and glanced at Yi Yun. "Hehe, Yi Yun, your Desolate God Hall must have taken a lot of toll. How about choosing something lighter? This purple training suit weighs a hundred cauldrons; it probably won't suit you."

Zhou Kui deliberately provoked Yi Yun, as the purple training uniform was the second heaviest among all the training uniforms, and the members of the Black Tortoise Legion were not very willing to choose it.

Zhou Kui really wanted to provoke Yi Yun into choosing this training outfit that he couldn't handle, so that he would be exhausted when doing frog jumps.

Yi Yun smiled and said, "It's indeed not suitable."

Yi Yun didn't give much thought to choosing which training clothes to wear, and there was no point in considering it anyway.

He was wearing Flowing Silver Shirt weighing ten cauldrons in the Cold Iron Blood Pearl Formation, but that was for training Movement Technique. Training Movement Technique is completely different from training weight.

A First-class Male can easily lift a 300-pound object, but it would be very difficult for him to do a 100-meter sprint or a long jump while lifting a 50-pound object.

Yi Yun is currently full of energy, and it's just weighted frog jumps, so the purple training clothes with a hundred cauldrons are definitely not suitable.

Zhou Kui was taken aback, not expecting that Yi Yun wouldn't fall for his provocation.

Is he really that spineless? He said it wasn't a good fit, so he just didn't choose it. Is he even a man?

He was just about to say something to tease Yi Yun when his eyes suddenly widened as he watched Yi Yun pick up a black training uniform.

Black training clothes, weighing two hundred cauldrons!

Seeing Yi Yun's choice, Zhou Kui's eyelids twitched. Has this kid gone mad?

If he were at his peak, Zhou Kui could easily do ten miles of frog jumps in his training clothes with two hundred cauldrons, and even three hundred cauldrons would be no problem at all.

But now, after expending so much energy in the Desolate God Hall, Zhou Kui had only planned to wear the purple training clothes. After all, he still had to train on the training ground, and it would be too embarrassing to collapse from exhaustion on the way there.

He originally wanted to provoke Yi Yun by having him choose the purple training clothes, hoping to trick Yi Yun, but unexpectedly, Yi Yun chose black.

How am I supposed to choose? Is he supposed to choose black while Yi Yun chooses purple, since he thinks he's not as good as him?

Yi Yun, that idiot, not hear what the bald man said clearly and misunderstand the weight of the black training suit?

Even the bald man glanced at Yi Yun in surprise, but it was just a surprise.

As for the members of the Brocade Dragon Guard, they were already stunned.

"I've chosen this one," Yi Yun said, glancing at Zhou Kui with a smile. "What about you? I heard that people from your Black Tortoise Legion often practice frog jumps?"

Zhou Kui paused for a moment, swallowed hard, and forced a smile, "Of course! For us Black Tortoise Legion members, frog jumps are practically like walking! We're already tired of them."

Zhou Kui gritted his teeth; he couldn't let Yi Yun outdo him.

Zhou Kui grabbed another black training uniform, thinking to himself, "Kid, let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

Zhou Kui knew his own limitations; he was no longer adept at using the black training suit.

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't really matter. He just needs to wait until Yi Yun is exhausted before he can eat Ferocious Beast Relic, or even grit his teeth and eat a more valuable Savage Bone Relic to replenish his strength.

Even if I grit my teeth, I can still persevere to the finish line.

After all, it was the heaviest training suit, and he had expended a lot of energy in the Desolate God Hall. Under these circumstances, consuming the Savage Bone Relic was something even a strict bald man like him couldn't do.

"Hehe, I can last this long by eating a single Savage Bone Relic. As for you, with your small frame, your thighs aren't even as thick as my arms. I bet you can only jump a few dozen feet before you can't go on. Ten miles isn't that easy to jump!"

Thinking of all this, Zhou Kui looked at Yi Yun with a wicked and mocking gaze, and said indifferently, "When we used to train, we would do frog jumps in our training clothes made of three hundred ding (a unit of weight), and we could jump thirty li (a unit of distance) at a time!"

Zhou Kui spoke with great arrogance, and his underlings immediately echoed, "Haha, Brother Kui used to play with over 400 dings. Once he jumped, the shortest distance was at least 20 li! Today he only jumped 10 li, and the heaviest training clothes he wore were only 200 dings, so Brother Kui had to make do."

Anyway, bragging doesn't cost anything, so brag as much as you want. But when Zhou Kui was at his peak, he could barely withstand the frog jumps of over 300 cauldrons.

Zhou Kui's record is that he carried 360 cauldrons and leaped five miles like a frog.

Watching Zhou Kui and his underlings boast, the bald man leading the group raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What, you think two hundred cauldrons aren't enough?"

Upon hearing the bald man's words, Zhou Kui nearly collapsed to the ground. He really wanted to slap that underling; how could he be so foul-mouthed!

"If you think it's not enough, you can wear two," the bald man said casually, pointing to the box.

Zhou Kui chuckled dryly, about to say something to soften his stance, when he saw Yi Yun huffing and puffing as he picked up another red training uniform and began to put it on...

Zhou Kui was speechless for a moment.

He gaped, staring at Yi Yun in disbelief.

Is this kid even mentally sound?

Two hundred black cauldrons plus fifty red cauldrons, a total of two hundred and fifty cauldrons!

Actually, this is just the weight as it appears on the surface.

Yi Yun secretly adjusted the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt to fifty cauldrons, for a total of three hundred cauldrons. Yi Yun estimated that this was probably his limit. If he really couldn't hold on, he would just reduce the weight of the Flowing Silver Shirt Robe a little. In fact, in terms of strength, Yi Yun was indeed no match for Zhou Kui at his peak.

At this point, Zhou Kui was completely speechless, as if he had swallowed a pound of arsenic.

What's wrong with this kid...?

Having endured so long in the Desolate God Hall, how could he still carry 250 cauldrons and leap ten miles like a frog?

Zhou Kui was now in a difficult situation.

Many people were watching him—members of the Brocade Dragon Guard, members of the Black Tortoise Legion, including the bald man, who was also looking at Zhou Kui with a playful smile on his lips.

Zhou Kui felt as if a thousand mud-covered Unicorn Giant Rhinoceros were running through his mind, trampling him until he was about to vomit blood. He gritted his teeth and struggled to take out a red training uniform from the box.

Black and red, 250 cauldrons...

Veins bulged on Zhou Kui's forehead. Was he trying to kill me?

He glanced at Yi Yun, and even wondered if Yi Yun was deliberately playing a trick on him. Could he even fit into a training uniform with 250 cauldrons?

If Yi Yun can't even fit into them, then he doesn't need to go crazy with Yi Yun.

At this moment, Yi Yun had just put on his red training clothes and was about to put on his black ones...

...(To be continued~^~)