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If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

No one found out how Zhao Wuji came here, everyone just felt that at that moment, a strong wind hit their faces.

Then, Zhao Wuji appeared in front of everyone.

Several coaches looked at the Chinese man in front of them, but they saw that he was neither tall nor short, his ordinary and energetic eyes, his angular face, and his incomparably well-proportioned muscles were even more eye-catching.

His muscles are not frighteningly developed, nor are they too invisible to be obvious, but are full of texture, and the size distribution of the muscles is just right.

But his seemingly tepid muscles contained endless power in every inch, and once they exploded, they would display terrifying power.

It looks very comfortable, this is the impression of everyone.

Max and Lawrence showed surprise and a hint of appreciation in their eyes.

"The time is so accurate, did he calculate it?"

For a long time, Zao Wou-Ki may not have displayed such a powerful force in front of them, but at critical moments, Zao Wou-Ki can always surprise people, as if he is synonymous with miracles.

He is like a dark horse, a dark horse that gives people miracles.

Except for Max and Lawrence who have a little understanding of Zao Wou-Ki, the other coaches can be said to know nothing about Zao Wou-Ki.

"Tell me your number, lucky man." The coach in the lead looked at Zhao Wou-Ki blankly, although his tone was flat, but the unbelievable tone contained in it was extremely obvious.

Zhao Wou-ki was neither humble nor overbearing, with a faint smile on his face.

"Number 105, Coach."

The coach looked slightly moved.

"Number 105?" He muttered to himself, but there was no more to say.

"You are No. 105?" A cold voice came, Zhao Wuji looked up, and met a pair of cold eyes, like poisonous snakes.

It was the coach who threatened to accept Belken as a student.

"Exactly." There was an imperceptible sneer at the corner of Zhao Wou-ki's mouth, and he returned lightly.

The coach stared at Zhao Wou-ki for a long time, his eyes became colder and colder.

"Okay, now the time has come, you boxers have officially become a student of this year's Siberia training camp. When the leading coach spoke, everyone present looked solemn.

Standing in front of the Siberia training camp, many people saw several boxers running down the hillside suddenly.

Looking at the face of the various coaches, the boxers seemed to understand what would happen to those who rushed here with hope, and felt a little desolate in their hearts.

Here, human life is indeed thinner than paper!

They rushed here full of hope, but they didn't know that what awaited them was a dead end.

The faces of those boxers were flushed, and they came running out of breath.

There, is the end!

There, is the Siberian training camp!

Their minds are full of the Siberia training camp, step by step, slowly approaching.

Here we are, so many people in front of the training camp, are they waiting for us?

"We're here!" They seemed to be the last of their strength, they said these words, and then looked at so many people in front of them with hope.

The leading coach was expressionless, looking at the boxers in front of him coldly.

"It is for sure that you have reached the finish line." He said this lightly, looking at the panting fighters in front of him.

These fighters who had gone through all sorts of difficulties to reach the finish line were overjoyed when they heard this, and they often let out a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the leading coach's tone changed. "But, sorry." He looked up at his wrist. "You guys were 20 seconds late." "What?"

At this moment, the shadow of death finally enveloped them.

Could it be that years of hard work will eventually come to naught today?

Not reconciled!

They were full of grief and anger, but the coach had already made a gesture.

Several guards with live ammunition stepped forward, pulled the bolt, and aimed their guns at the boxers.

There was a tremor, and they seemed to accept their fate.

They closed their eyes tightly, the corners of their eyes twitching constantly, they were terrified.

After all, in the end, they still can't completely abandon the fear of death. "End this!" the coach ordered.

Gunshots sounded.

long silence

The only things that moved were the fallen corpses.

This scene made these boxers who were lucky enough to arrive at the training camp within the stipulated time tremble with fear.

If they delay even a little more time, then they may be the ones who fell here.

"Thump, thump, thump," came the sound of neat footsteps.

Several guards came here with guns in hand.

"All targets have been cleared!" There was still a bit of smoke from their guns.

The leading boxer nodded, signaled the guards to step back, and then stood in front of the surviving boxers.

"First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Bruns, and I'm the head coach of the Siberia training camp." Bruns introduced himself. Wherever he stood, an aura emerged spontaneously, immediately suppressing everyone present .

Although Bruns has a burly body, most of the instructors here are not inferior to him, but why is he the only head coach while others are not.

Zhao Wou-ki narrowed his eyes and looked around, and found that this Bruns was covered with calluses except for scars, and Bruns' eyes were as sharp as eagles, exuding a ferocious aura.

Through the introduction of Bruns, everyone learned that Bruns is the oldest coach in the training camp. Before his Siberian training camp, he was a special military officer, and he did not know how many elites he had trained.

Indeed, there is no shortage of coaches who are proficient in fighting in the Siberian training camp, but there are very few coaches who can systematically train students like Bruns.

Immediately afterwards, Bruns continued to introduce these coaches to everyone - Lawrence, Jack, Cook

They are responsible for the daily training of these students, and in addition, there are a large number of fighting masters in the training camp who will be responsible for teaching these students actual combat skills.

There are three major registration points for the Siberian training camp, and these students are only students from one of these three registration points, and the selection of students from the other two registration points has been completed two days ago.

There are more than a dozen coaches in the entire Siberia training camp, including Lawrence, Jack, and Cook. They will be the coaches who have the most contact with their students.

Lawrence and the others have met, only Jack and Cook have not met.

Lawrence comes from a family of fighters and has been exposed to martial arts since he was a child. He began to receive a lot of training when he was a child. At this age, his size is intimidating.

Seeing introducing himself, Lawrence walked out with a big laugh, "Under my subordinates, you have to obediently accept my arrangement, and fight if you don't accept it. If you can defeat me, then everything is easy to talk about. If you can't, and you don't want to accept my arrangement If it is arranged, hehe, there is only one dead end." Lawrence clenched his fist and made a burst of noise.

Jack, whose origin is unknown, is known for his vicious training.

Jack glanced at the boxer in front of him, and it took him a long time to say a word.

"My purpose is to make you hate me. The deeper the hatred, the happier I am." Jack smiled, and the boxers suddenly felt a chill.

Cook is a strong man with a simple face. The first sentence he said when he stood up was, "Don't be deceived by my appearance, I will let you understand what the truth of the Siberian training camp is."

Bruns finished introducing the three coaches, nodded to the three of them, and then said to these boxers: "From the registration point to here, there are very few boxers who have survived here, and after that, there will be more fighters who survived." Less. However, these are all your own choices, and you can’t blame others. From today onwards, you will completely abandon everything about yourself. Our only purpose is to train you all to become a killing machine. You guarantee that on the day the camp is closed, the surviving boxers will be the ones who stand at the top of the world."

Bruns said this sentence slowly, his eyes swept over every boxer.

"Remember, the more you give, the more you get."

How many times, he has said this sentence to every student, but, after all, only a few survived.

Those who survived have become the best in the world of black boxing, and have become legends in the world of black boxing.

The Siberia training camp is a golden signboard that never fails.