g director, she has not only a desk but also a tea table and several sofas, which should be used for receiving guests. After all, teachers sometimes come to report on the teaching situation.Wang Yan w...Yang Xiao wanted what, Shen Qingwu naturally didn't understand.

The Shen family's eldest miss, now captivated by the Emperor Xuan's charming smile, couldn't even say what she wanted.

She was like a lovestruck girl, smitten with Yang Xiao's most dashing side, cough, much like a young girl in bloom, staring at him infatuatedly.

Like a little lamb gazing at the black dragon right now.

Little Sheep refers to a female spy who was once in the same cell as Li Nanfang and later forged a brotherly friendship with him during the initial training. She is skilled at disguising herself.

"Black Dragon" refers to the codename Li Nanfang gave himself when he trained at the Longteng Training Base.

The little lamb stared blankly at the black dragon, not because it had developed some kind of special feeling, but because it was stunned by the ferocious aura that Mr. Li was exuding at the moment, left speechless and dumbfounded.

Three months ago, the match between Li Nanfang and Gong Jian on the stage. In the end, Mr. Li was one move behind, and Gong Jian locked his throat. When he was full of fighting spirit and his life was threatened, Heilong took control of his body and let out a roar that shook the sky.

Well, to Little Lamb and the others, it sounded like a roar.

They had never heard of a dragon's roar, and they didn't know that Li Nanshan's body harbored a demonic dragon within. Therefore, they would never think in the direction of a dragon's roar.

Therefore, when everyone recalled that scene later, the image that appeared in their minds was Li Nanfang roaring to the heavens, causing heaven and earth to change color.

At that time, everyone was terrified until Jing Hong stepped forward and ordered ten people to beat Li Nanfang up, which gradually dispelled everyone's fear of him.

Later, the real training began.

Li Nanfang's despicable acts made everyone hate him, causing them to forget he once possessed an unbelievably terrifying side.

This is exactly what the little lamb saw with its own eyes, the black dragon’s face like that of a demon.

Ten minutes ago, the little sheep was nestled among the treetops, keeping a watchful eye closed.

Suddenly, hearing footsteps coming from the depths of the jungle, she immediately put on the night-vision goggles she had stumbled upon during training earlier. At a glance, she saw Li Nanfang.

At that time, Li Nanfang strode through the forest, his footsteps making no attempt to be concealed.

The little lamb was still thinking about getting the results easily, this guy who didn't even know such a basic jungle survival rule as hiding his whereabouts.

But when he looked at the other person with the eye not affected by night vision, Xiaomeng was overjoyed. After a day of solitary struggle for survival in this virtual training ground, he finally saw a familiar face. Anyone would be ecstatic and want to form an alliance with each other.

Even though everyone is fighting alone in this virtual training ground, treat everyone you encounter as an enemy.

There's no explicit rule saying that large furniture can't form temporary alliances downstairs.

The little lamb regarded the black dragon as a comrade, and felt it already understood "Black Dragon"'s personality quite well.

As long as his mistress makes a request, Black Dragon will never refuse.

Why be so sure

Because in the little lamb's eyes, that black dragon was just a scoundrel.

If he weren't a scoundrel, how could he brazenly peek at female soldiers taking a bath

If he wasn't a scoundrel, how could he, during a cross-country march with heavy burdens, be so insensitive as to trip up all the female warriors and laugh hysterically at them

But he was also a man of principles, in his own way.

When comrades need help, Black Dragon always manages to appear nonchalant and give massive assistance silently.

Once, during a field training exercise, everyone was performing a stealth test. Black Dragon, despite risking failing the test, deliberately exposed his position. In reality, he slapped dead a venomous spider that was about to take a bite out of a mouse's backside.

There was another fighting match. Bull and a female soldier fought, and he accidentally overdid it, punching the female soldier away. The female soldier was about to hit the wall head-on, her brains splattering, she would have been killed instantly. Luckily, Black Dragon intervened in time, using his body as a cushion for the female soldier. This could be considered a good deed, but Black Dragon grabbed a handful of the girl's chest, which made Instructor Gong Jian furious.

And —

In summary, Black Dragon did many good deeds during the early training that others couldn't easily notice.

To put it plainly, this guy is a good person.

Such a lowly, scum on the surface but a gentleman at heart kind of person.

The little sheep has given Black Dragon countless good person cards in her heart. Seeing him at this time, she would naturally be overjoyed and want to form a temporary alliance with Black Dragon.

Two people looking after each other will surely be able to get enough rest and cope with more difficulties in this training selection competition that lasts for an unknown amount of time.

With that in mind, the little lamb decided to jump down from the tree and creep over to Li Nanfang.

Luckily, a branch caught her pant leg, delaying her trip by a few seconds.

In just these few seconds, enough time for many things to happen in unimaginable ways.

Undeterred, Li Nanfang walked towards the location of the little lamb, stopping at the base of a large, twenty-meter tall tree that stood in the 9 o'clock direction. He paused and slowly raised his head to look up at the dense canopy.

In just two or three seconds of observation, Li Nanshan raised a pistol without warning and fired three shots in succession.

Gunshots echoed through the woods, startling the little lamb.

As she quickly crouched down and peered intently, she saw a man with blood gushing from his shoulder leaping down from the branches that forked out of the tree canopy.

There was actually a person hidden there!

The little lamb was terrified.

She had been lurking in this place for several hours, and she hadn't even noticed that there was another person twenty meters away.

On the contrary, it was Hei Long who just walked there and immediately sensed the presence of the enemy.

But if he could spot the target, why not shoot him beforehand and end his life with a single shot Instead, he fired three shots, forcing the man to jump down from the tree, drop his gun, and engage in hand-to-hand combat unarmed.

From Little Sheep's perspective, everything Li Nanfang has done since he appeared is extremely illogical.

The little lamb tried to figure out Li Nanshan's purpose, but the scenes that followed completely frightened it.

The "lucky" one, who was forced to jump down from the tree at gunpoint, held a bayonet and tried to deliver a fatal blow to Li Nanfang from above.

As the dagger's blade was about to pierce the target's throat, Li Nanfang, who had been standing still like a statue, suddenly sprang into action. The iron-clad boot of his military footwear collided with the unfortunate man's chin in an intimate embrace.

"Crack!"

The sound of the mandible shattering was all too clear in the darkness of the rainforest night.

If it weren't for the shattered jaw, the lucky fellow's screams would have surely echoed throughout the training ground.

After all, it was an internal training session. Even in a virtual training ground where there was no risk to real life, Li Nanfang's approach was simply too cruel.

Killing is as easy as tapping one's head. Chinese soldiers always treat prisoners of war exceptionally well, yet Li Nanfang used such cruel methods against his comrades.

But he himself did not feel the slightest guilt.

The lucky one had his jawbone kicked to pieces, still flipping in mid-air, when Li Nanshan rushed forward like lightning and struck with another punch.

After a close-quarters grapple, Li Nanfang forcefully twisted his opponent's extended leg mid-air, bending it at a nearly 90-degree angle.

Once again, the sound of a bone breaking echoed out.

Just as the sound hadn't fully formed, Li Nanshan delivered another flying kick, forcefully breaking the opponent's right arm.

The two fractures, along with the bone cracks, all occurred at the same time, making it feel like someone being beaten up by a group of people.

Over the next few moments, the little lamb sitting on a branch twenty meters away saw Li Nanfang pummel the unknown lucky guy in the chest with one punch after another, like a devil.

Every punch carried the sound of a broken rib, and after dozens of blows, the man finally succumbed to the agony of shattered ribs piercing his heart, waving his arms in death's embrace as he endured this cruel torment.

That person died.

Of course, he only trains in the virtual training ground. In reality, he wouldn't receive much real physical injury, let alone truly die.

But everything he experienced was indelibly etched into his mind because of the direct neural connection.

Even the most elite warrior in the world, if their mind is constantly haunted by the horrifying image of themselves being tortured to death, could they possibly remain calm at all times

People with weak psychological resilience will only go completely insane after waking up.

Jīng Hóngmì's worries were not unfounded.

Even if those killed by Li Nanfang in this manner in the virtual training ground received the most thorough rehabilitation training, they would still be unable to calm the psychological shock.

All that awaits them is early retirement.

Any Dragonfly soldier is an elite who has been cultivated at a great expense of national resources.

They didn't find their value on the battlefield, but in training grounds, getting beaten by their comrades.

Since Li Nanfang decided to kill, three people have died at his hands.

If we don't want Li Nanfang to eliminate all the Longteng students this year, someone has to stand up and stop this guy's atrocities, directly eliminating him.

Therefore, Jing Hong's first thought was to order Gong Jian, who was still in the virtual training ground, to quickly go over there.

Only this replica of Jinghong has the strength to eliminate Li Nanshan.

But when Gong Jian could find Li Nanfang remains unknown.

All those who followed Li Nanfang's actions only knew one thing.

A little lamb was targeted by a black dragon.

The little sheep, originally hidden and lurking in the trees, was frightened witless by Li Nanshan's brutal murder.

Especially when connecting Li Nanfang's current brutality with his earth-shattering roar and dragon chant on the first day of the selection training, Xiaomengyang felt a surge of fear from the bottom of her heart, trembling uncontrollably.

However, the moment Li Nanfang truly killed that unknown lucky guy, the frightened little lamb suddenly woke up.

Since participating in this training, the meek sheep pretending to be gentle has undergone a change.

With a monocular night vision device on his head, the lamb held the gun with unwavering steadiness. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger against Li Nanfang's back of the head.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Li Nanshan dropped to the ground.

Before the bullet could lodge itself in the tree trunk ahead, a second gunshot rang out.

Li Nánfāng embraced the corpse in front of him, quickly rolled over, and a bullet pierced the chest of the corpse, bursting into a shower of blood.

The third gunshot exploded, the bullet whistling past Li Nanfang's cheek.

One shot after another, the sharpshooter Little Sheep vowed to bring down the brutal Black Dragon.

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