Chapter 196 Only by Dying Can You Become Stronger

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When he saw Tang Feng, Fang Ping looked pained and murmured, "Why is it you again!"

Does Mowu have no mentor?

Why is this big lion everywhere!

There are 20 instructors of Mowu who are in the sixth-grade realm, right?

A lot of fifth-grade realm!

Why is the big lion presiding over these things every time!

Tang Feng seemed to hear it, glanced at him from the corner of the eye, stepped up to the front desk, and said, "This is Mowu, the second special training class in a year!

For the first time, fight for the glory of Mowu!

For the second time, fight for the survival of mankind! "

"In a short period of time, the formation of special training classes twice has also set a precedent for Mowu, which also means that the situation is becoming more critical!"

"The students who came to the special training class today, I think, all know what to face next."

"Originally, it wasn't your turn to go to the Catacombs, but now, you have to prepare in advance!"

"Family, country, world...the four words are light and fluffy, if I hear them on weekdays, I'm afraid I will laugh them off.

But today..."

Tang Feng's tone suddenly became high, "Today, we can confidently say that our warriors fight for our family, our country, and the world!"

"Since ancient times, it has been said that the great chivalrous man serves the country and the people!"

"It can be down for a thousand years, only warriors who have been in the past for a hundred years are worthy of these eight words!"

Tang Feng at this moment is no longer so cold, serious, and unkind...

"Warrior, dare to fight, must fight!"

"I am a martial artist in Wuhan University, and I have never been afraid of fighting. Since I founded Mowu School, this year is just the 50th anniversary!

In the past 50 years, Mowu has killed 3 grandmasters, 928 middle-rank warriors, and 512 third-rank warriors! "

"Every year, about 10 third-rank students die, and nearly 20 middle-rank warriors. In 15 years, a grandmaster died in battle!"

...

Fang Ping was stunned for a moment, Mo Wu...has 3 grandmasters died?

Moreover, so many middle-rank warriors died?

Warriors, not the army.

Any middle-rank martial artist is the accumulation of countless resources, they are all the favored children of heaven, and they are all outstanding people.

But Mowu, in the past 50 years, nearly a thousand middle-rank warriors have died in battle!

"My Mowu has the Hall of Martyrs, and the top floor of the school history museum is where the Hall of Martyrs is located.

Originally, I wanted to take you to see, to see our ancestors and peers, whether it is worth throwing our heads and blood!

But I thought about it, and in the end I didn't choose to go to the school history museum.

At this moment, you still don't understand, don't understand.

What I see is just names that I can't remember, listen to me tell you how they used to be..."

"Now you are not qualified to know, to remember them!"

"One day, when you feel that why you are fighting and who you are fighting for... All of these, you have the answer, and you will know what the Hall of Martyrs is when you go again!"

"Death in the catacombs is the highest honor for a warrior!"

"For warriors of my generation, the only thing we can do is to fight to the death, never to retreat, never to surrender!"

"..."

Tang Feng's voice was deafening.

Everyone in Fang Ping was silent.

"So, if you join the special training class today, you should fight to the death, with no hope of surviving!

You guys, can you do it? "

"able!"

Someone yelled, but Tang Feng sneered, and said lightly, "Maybe."

Today's students, do you really understand?

They don't understand!

Today I swear, I will fight to the death, and I will not pay back if I die!

However, after entering the Catacombs and witnessing a great war, how many people do not feel cowardly? Do human beings really have a future?

The previous competitions and missions... In Tang Feng's view, they were really just pediatrics.

Without saying anything else, Tang Feng was a little tired, not physically, but mentally.

"The purpose of the special training class is clear to everyone."

"The special training class does not choose a squad leader, and does not distinguish between good and bad, but,

I hope that in the special training class, we can form an organizational system, at least, we must form our own team.

Warriors have never existed independently.

You need a group of comrades-in-arms who can put their backs on their shoulders and trust each other with life and death.

The team of a hundred people is very conspicuous in the Catacombs.

My suggestion to you is to form a team with less than 10 people.

When the big team is broken up, your respective teams should try to maintain a perfect organization, so that you can increase your chances of survival. "

Someone immediately said, "Teacher Tang, do you have to join the team?"

Tang Feng said lightly: "Of course not, the meaning of the team is to trust each other, you are forced to join, but it drags down the team.

You can act alone... But you have to remember that there are enemies everywhere in the Catacombs.

Can you stay awake and alert all the time?

Can you do it, someone save your life when you are seriously injured?

When you feel that you can live comfortably in the Catacombs alone, it doesn't matter if you have a team or not.

Grandmasters, when they act, most of them are alone. If they can do it, can you? "

The questioner silenced, and Tang Feng continued: "The formation of a team does not happen overnight. It doesn't mean that you have to find someone in your class. You can find anyone. The premise is that you think he can survive in the burrow, even if he is an ordinary person. People, too.

Of course, if ordinary people bring you into the burrow, it's dragging yourself down, courting death, and we won't stop you.

I suggest that you find some teammates with comparable strength, you can grow and improve together, so that you can last long and form a tacit understanding. "

After talking about the first thing, Tang Feng talked about something else.

"In addition to the selection of the team, before entering the Catacombs, we must deepen everyone's understanding of the Catacombs.

Starting tomorrow, every night from 7:00 to 8:00, during this hour, there will be a tutor to give you a class about the Catacombs.

Including the geography of the catacombs, the humanities of the catacombs, the introduction of the types of creatures in the catacombs, the introduction of valuable items in the catacombs, the distribution of human bases in the catacombs..."

Fang Ping suddenly said: "Teacher, do humans have a stronghold in the Catacombs?"

Tang Feng felt uncomfortable seeing this kid, he didn't like this kind of rotten guy, he always felt that he would be sold for money!

Hearing Fang Ping's question, Tang Feng snorted: "Nonsense, there is no stronghold, so put the battlefield on the surface?

Every cave entrance has a human stronghold!

Even, it is a city!

Of course, it was also an important military city, everything was built for war, and human beings paid countless prices to build these cities.

However, there are very few such cities, and most of them are military camps, stationed by troops.

There is one army inside and one outside, and the two sides are stationed in rotation, so the garrisons you usually know are actually two teams. "

In Modu, there are garrisons in many places.

If the number of troops is determined according to the detection on the ground, then the number of Hua Guo's troops will be less than half.

Fang Ping pursed his lips, dammit, it was just a question, hey, hey, he seemed to have a clear nose?

Glancing at Zhao Lei at the side...Zhao Lei's face was dark, and he looked at Fang Ping from the corner of his eye, his eyes were full of anger, try beating me up again!

Without looking at him again, Fang Ping continued: "Is there sun in the crypt?"

Tang Feng frowned and said, "I'll ask about these after class, I'm just introducing the next arrangement to you now!"

This kid talks a lot of nonsense, didn't you listen to me for an hour every night in the future?

"Are there any practical courses?"

"Fang Ping, shut up and listen to me!"

Tang Feng can't stand him, you wait until I finish talking, will you die?

Tang Feng was a little speechless, took a drink, and immediately said: "In addition to the one-hour practical course every day... ahem, the cave knowledge explanation course, the special training class will also organize practical training, including survival training."

"Extreme survival, the kind of survival on a deserted island?" Fang Ping asked again.

"go out!"

Tang Feng couldn't bear it anymore, his nose was burning with anger.

Fang Ping sighed softly, I was just trying to test your patience, but I found out that you can't do it.

He confirmed that the Great Lion's Grandmaster is hopeless in the short term.

This is also good, it means that I can catch up with him and beat him up sooner or later.

You don't even have this bit of tolerance, how can you be a master.

Thinking about this, Fang Ping patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder, and was about to walk out.

Zhao Lei's face was too dark to look at. Tang Feng was speechless when he saw this, and he said after a while: "Sit down, from now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to ask!"

The student himself is also useless, and Fang Ping eats him to death.

Tang Feng didn't remember how many times Zhao Lei's face was swollen over the past few months when he came to class with a full head full of bags every two days.

Fang Ping was not hypocritical, and continued to sit down.

Zhao Lei gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "Fang Ping, we are not finished!"

"Hehe, if your teacher bullies me again, I will never end with you."

"you……"

"Don't you, you, you, I will talk after you enter the second-rank list."

Zhao Lei was so angry that he didn't say a word, Fang Ping was right, I have to rely on my strength to speak!

When I surpass Fang Ping in strength, I will beat this bastard into a pig's head in front of the whole school...to maintain the image of a pig's head for a year!

Tang Feng's ears were sharp, and he heard what the two of them said.

He glanced at Zhao Lei helplessly, that little bastard is already at the third rank, if you enter the peak of the second rank, he might be at the peak of the third rank, it seems that the pig's head will be indispensable in the future.

"In the next few courses of Catacombs General Knowledge, Practical Training, and Survival, credits will be awarded for excellent results.

In addition to the rewards for the assessment, every day, the special training class will also have a daily reward of 10 credits..."

"Teacher, how do you get the reward?"

Fang Ping really couldn't hold back this time, he felt itchy when he heard the reward now, he really didn't mean to find fault.

Tang Feng glared at him, but he didn't reprimand him this time, and said: "The daily rewards are mainly based on the opinions of the tutors of the day's class..."

"unfair!"

Fang Ping immediately said, "I don't think this is fair."

"Then tell me, what do you want?"

"I... I think that the students in the class can vote every day, and those with the most votes will get credits."

Tang Feng glanced at him in surprise, so democratic?

Others were also a little surprised. Fang Ping said that, everyone has a chance, so it becomes a matter of popularity.

Whoever is popular will have a greater chance of getting the reward.

10 credits per day is not a small amount.

This special training class lasts at least two months, that is, at least 60 days, and rewards 600 credits!

Tang Feng thought about it, and felt that it was not bad. Even if this kind of public election was monopolized, it meant that there was a ruling student in the class, which was actually a good thing for the Catacomb War.

As for Fang Ping... Tang Feng felt that there was little hope.

"Can."

Fang Ping was gearing up when he heard the words, Yang Xiaoman who was sitting in front turned around and said in a low voice: "You are fine, isn't this just giving credits to others?

Chen Pengfei and the others have many supporters..."

Fang Ping snorted and said, "Everything depends on the strength. Tomorrow morning, I will find them one by one and have a good talk with them. If you don't choose me, let's wait and see!"

"As long as I get 50 people, I'll accept the 600+ credits!"

Fang Ping thought about it for a while, then whispered: "All eight of you have to vote for me, 300 points a month, I will get 200 points, and the rest will be given to you."

"Do you think you can really get it?"

Fu Changding asked in surprise, as for Fang Ping to divide the eight of them, only 100 credits a month, no one had any idea.

If they really had to rely on themselves, to put it bluntly, unless Yang Xiaoman and Chen Yunxi used beauty tricks, otherwise, they would not even think about a single credit.

No matter who you vote for, you will not vote for these freshmen.

"Of course I can get it, it's enough to convince 42 people."

After Fang Ping settled the score, he said, "Give me a copy of the list of students in the class, and mark it for me if you are popular."

With 42 people, there is no need to beat everyone up.

It's almost enough to beat up the souls of a few small teams. In fact, the workload is not much.

Seeing that he was full of confidence, the few people stopped talking, Fang Ping could do his best, and everyone earned what they earned.

It doesn't matter if it can't be done.

The 9 of them teamed up, and sometimes it might not be impossible to get it, and one point counts for one point.

...

Tang Feng didn't care what they thought, and told some matters and future arrangements again.

On the first day, there is no class.

When his mouth was dry and Tang Feng was about to leave, Fang Ping suddenly said, "Teacher, aren't credits issued today?"

Tang Feng was stunned for a moment, and Fang Ping said loudly, "This is the beginning of the class, what you said won't count, right?"

Tang Feng was speechless, and said, "Forget it, vote now!"

"Hello everyone, my name is Fang Ping. I have participated in the Mowu exchange competition. I have shed blood for the school and won 10% of Jingwu's resources for the school. Next semester, we will benefit a lot!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Is this okay?

Fang Ping knew that on the first day, everyone did not discuss well, nor did they reach an agreement. Now that the voting is done, the probability of dispersion is extremely high.

Pulling in the other 8 freshmen, plus myself, with 9 votes in hand, and showing his face, he almost secured the credits for the first day.

In addition, you can find out who is popular and has a high approval rate. You can see who is voting. Tomorrow...no, you can come to talk tonight!

Tang Feng didn't care about this, he looked at the time and said, "Speed, solve it in three minutes!"

Everyone had no choice but to start voting.

Fang Ping was still muttering: "My name is Fang Ping, and I have shed blood for Mowu!"

Fu Changding and the others were speechless, are you sure you have shed blood?

But Fang Ping stared at them, and they couldn't help but vote for him. On the first day, they didn't expect to get credits.

Soon, voting ends.

Tang Feng got the votes, flipped through them casually, and said, "Fang Ping has 16 votes, the first one, get the credits yourself!"

After leaving these words, Tang Feng left directly.

Fang Ping hurried forward, got the voting results, and was going to go back and have a look, and chat with someone by the way.

Seeing his busy appearance, Fu Changding sighed: "I knew it was good, he ran faster than anyone else.

Usually, if you ask him to say one more word, he will feel tired.

This guy... is hopeless. "

Chen Yunxi whispered: "It may be related to his poverty..."

Fu Changding rolled his eyes, Poverty?

I am also poor, do you support me?

Fang Ping is still poor!

How much did he sell the pills alone!

Forty to fifty million!

Coupled with the rewards from the mission, how much Fang Ping has earned in the past half a year, at least fifty million, is this called poverty?

If this is still poor, are there rich people in Wuhan University?

Fu Changding didn't answer this question, changed the subject and said: "Starting tomorrow, I will officially contact everything in the Catacombs, I'm a little excited just thinking about it..."

"You talk, I'll go back first."

While he was talking, Fang Ping came back, greeted him, and left quickly.

Seeing him leaving in a hurry, Chen Yunxi couldn't help saying: "He...won't he really want to find someone else?"

Several people looked at each other, and then Fu Changding said: "Still in a daze, let's go to the theater!"

This guy Fang Ping will definitely not let such a big advantage go by, this is a good show!

Everyone also reacted and followed them one after another. Fang Ping in front had already taken out his wooden box from the locker, and quickly walked towards the door of the teaching building with the box in hand.

Look at this posture, you have to block the door!

Several people in Fu Changding were dumbfounded, there are nearly a hundred people, you dare to block them!

This is not a group of non-warrior, nor is it a freshman who just started school, they are all second-rank warriors, what is this not to die?

Tang Songting also murmured: "Is it popular to die now?"

Qin Fengqing from the Martial Dao Club is going to die every day, provoking Zhang Yu of the fourth rank every day.

Fu Changding also wanted to die, but he was honest after being beaten once.

Fortunately, Fang Ping, who is usually quite down-to-earth, has also started to play dead.

"Is this the true meaning of becoming stronger?"

Tang Songting was pondering, did he die when he became stronger, or did he become stronger only by dying?

This logical sequence, I have to reason about it myself.

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