Divine Blood Warrior

In the afternoon, white stone training ground.

Gray stood in the center of the training ground, and around him stood seven elite Castle soldiers in leather armor.

The seven people are about 30 years old. They are tall and burly, with Qiu knots all over their muscles. Their yellowish leather armor is bulging. They have full energy in their eyes and calluses on their hands. They can know that they are well-trained people at a glance.

Although they didn't practice the blood method, the long-term severe weight-bearing training made them have a strong body like a beast. Ordinary strong men and more than three or five people are not their opponents.

"Drink..."

Suddenly, seven people roared, and Qi Qi rushed towards gray. Two of them were closest to gray and the first to approach gray.

One of them, like a fist as big as a sandbag, rushed out of front of him and hit gray on the chest.

The other man raised his leg while running, and one leg swept towards Gray's head, making a whirring sound.

Pop!

In the face of the punches and legs hit by the two people, gray did not retreat but stepped forward. He punched his hands from his chest at the same time and met the punches and legs respectively.

Bang! Bang!

With two muffled sounds, two strong men who were obviously bigger than gray flew backwards, directly smashed the two strong men who rushed to gray from the front, and turned them into rolling gourds together.

Hoo! Hoo!

At this time, there were several rumors behind gray, but the three people who jumped at gray from behind, all of them shot at gray.

Shua!

Gray was low and let the three men's attack sweep over his head. Then he took a half step back and hit his elbows back like a bow.

Bang, bang!

There were two more muffled noises. Two of the three strong men attacked him from behind. They were hit hard on the chest and flew out directly.

But gray suddenly turned aside and avoided the sweep of an arm from the left. He took a step to the left and hit out with a punch. The last strong man was also hit out by him.

"Ouch, ouch..."

For a moment, the seven strong men who besieged him fell to the ground, rolled and screamed.

Naturally, the power of Gray's attack was more than seven strong men. Seven people were hit hard and almost spit out their bile. They couldn't get up in a short time.

In fact, it's already Gray's hand. Otherwise, it's strange to keep adding a few bones with Gray's current fist strength.

"Good, good..."

Beside the training ground, viscount Fergus, Bernal, Ellis and Caroline were all watching Gray's battle with the seven strong men.

Seeing that gray knocked down seven strong men in a very short time, the whole process was not muddy at all, viscount Fergus said with great satisfaction.

In these two months, viscount Fergus would gather the four men of gray from time to time to test their actual combat ability with Castle soldiers, and occasionally he would personally test the four men of gray on his own.

In this process, Gray's fighting talent has become more and more prominent. Almost every actual battle can see the obvious progress of fighting ability.

"Gray is getting better and better. I'm afraid I won't be his opponent in a while."

Bernal sighed.

Gray's growth was in his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that with Gray's talent, if he inherited the title, he might really make the Fergus family further and become the Earl family.

"It's impossible. It's still early for him to catch up with you!"

Ellis's mouth is not open.

"It's possible that his combat skills should have surpassed me. Although I'm a medium blood warrior, don't forget his cultivation speed."

Bernal smiled bitterly.

Hearing Bernal's words, Ellis was silent. With Gray's cultivation speed, it was certain to surpass Bernal, and he had been surpassed.

Of course, neither of them knows that gray is now a middle blood soldier. Otherwise, he will not be "in a while", but he is no longer an opponent.

As a middle blood warrior, combined with Gray's stronger fighting skills than Bernal, Bernal is difficult to win.

Caroline didn't speak, but the slight surprise in her eyes showed her surprise at Gray's growth rate.

At this time, gray came over, so several people sat in the next pavilion to have a rest.

Gray was the last to take part in the actual battle. Before that, Bernal, Ellis and Caroline had fought with the castle soldiers.

The maid brought fresh juice and soft cakes baked by the castle chef. Gray stuffed a cake into his mouth, and then drank a mouthful of delicious juice, which was very comfortable.

At dinner, gray didn't dare to behave too abnormal and didn't dare to eat open. He didn't eat much every time.

But he came up with another way to fill his stomach. There is dessert.

He consumes a lot of desserts every day and fills his stomach in this way. Thanks to him, the desserts consumption of the castle in recent months has almost caught up with that of the past two months.

Mrs. Milan asked once and learned that most of them had been eaten by gray, so there was no following. Considering that gray is now valued by Viscount Fergus in the castle, it was really boring to go to Viscount Fergus to complain about such a little dessert.

"Gray, you should have been able to practice the first posture of the third blood method?"

Looking at gray, who kept stuffing dessert into his mouth, viscount Fergus asked with a faint smile.

"Uh, uh."

Gregory hesitated slightly whether to tell Viscount Fergus that he was already a middle blood soldier.

"The cultivation of the second posture has begun!"

However, he soon decided not to say it for the time being. In just a few months, his strength was promoted from the lower blood soldier to the middle blood soldier. It was too shocking to say.

He decided not to talk until he knew what kind of transformation he was, and whether it was controllable.

Moreover, now that he has been favored by Viscount Fergus, there is no need to expose the middle blood warrior in order to increase his weight in Viscount Fergus's heart.

"Good, good, you didn't let me down!"

But even this "cultivation speed" with great concealment still satisfied Viscount Fergus, and the smile on his face was thicker.

Bernal, Ellis and Caroline looked different, but their surprise was certain.

"How can I hold on until the fourth minute when he has completed the first practice posture?"

Among them, the shock in Ellis's heart can be said to be the biggest.

Now the first cultivation posture of the third blood method has only improved from three minutes to four minutes, but gray has been able to complete the first cultivation posture of the third blood method. It can be imagined that the cultivation speed is convenient, and there is a big gap between him and gray.

At the same time of shock, he couldn't help being deeply jealous. Why didn't this cultivation talent belong to him? If he had this cultivation talent, it would be great.

"With Gray's current cultivation speed, it should be no problem to reach the middle blood warrior at the age of 18."

Bernal said with a complex emotion of envy and exclamation.

"Ha ha, it seems that I have to prepare for the red blood horse in advance!"

Viscount Fergus laughed.

A red horse is almost equivalent to the territory's tax revenue for half a year, but it is not worth mentioning compared with Gray's potential now.

Besides, I got a lot of compensation from the Oliver family. It's more than enough to take out money to buy a red blood horse.

"Then father, you have to prepare early."

Gray couldn't help smiling, hehe said with a smile.

A horse with a speed comparable to the fierce blood beast, he was naturally very excited, and even could not help showing the strength of the middle blood warrior, and asked Viscount Fergus to buy the horse back as soon as possible, but he held back.

At least he is an adult. He must not be driven by immediate interests. He should consider the long term. Now he should not show the strength of a middle blood soldier.

Patter, patter!

In the distance, on the stone aisle leading to the training ground, two people came here.

One of them, wearing a brown war suit and a goatee, was Lord Linde.

The other is an old man wearing gray clothes. Looking at his clothes, he should be a civilian, but he doesn't know why the other party appears here.

"Commander Linde, who is this man?"

Asked Viscount Fergus when he saw the two men coming.

"This man is the head of Yangjiao village. He said he had something important to report to you, so I brought him here."

Lord Linde answered and said to the old man.

"This is the Viscount!"

"I've seen Lord Viscount!"

Hearing Lord Linde's words, the old man flopped and knelt on his knees, looking nervous.

In this world, aristocratic rites can only be performed by aristocratic classes and people with status. Generally speaking, ordinary civilians should kneel down on their knees when they see aristocrats.

"Get up. What's important for you to report?"

The smile on Viscount Fergus's face had disappeared, returned to his usual high and cold, and looked at the old man faintly.

The old man stood up in fear and said in a nervous voice.

"Viscount, please... Please save... Our Yangjiao village..."

Perhaps because of the tension, the other party repeated a few words and always couldn't mention the key point. Viscount Fergus was a little impatient to interrupt.

"To be clear, what happened in Yangjiao village?"

"Yes, yes."

The old man nodded hard and said quickly.

"Viscount, since a month ago, wild animals have often come out of the forest to attack the villagers. Up to now, more than 30 villagers have died."

"We really have no choice, viscount. Please save us. If this continues, the whole village will die!"