The Strongest Path 7: Training

  She ran smoothly for ten laps, and today was obviously not as embarrassing as yesterday, although she still inevitably fell a few times. Panting, she gently wiped away the sweat from her forehead, and slowly she felt that the strength she had just used up gradually returned to her body, and even more so than before running. What's going on? Why is this strange thing happening?

  Zhao Yimo's evil energy hooked his lips, and under the sunlight, the earrings on his left ear shone with dazzling light. He knew that the power of the bracelet had been triggered, and he believed that it would soon awaken, and at that time, she would also face even more powerful enemies.

  "My goodness! It's unbelievable." Xiang Ao stared at her with wide eyes, disbelieving. How was this possible?

  Is this a dream? Yesterday she ran ten laps and was exhausted, but today she completed it with ease. And to top it off, her spirit seems even better than before! Must be dreaming, definitely got stimulated yesterday. Mo Li pinched herself heavily.

  "Ah...... Why did you, you bastard, pinch me?" Similarly shocked, A Xing was pinched hard by Mo Li beside him. He jumped up, glaring at the culprit next to him.

  Mo Li's doll-like face was lifted with a cute smile, and she scratched her head meaninglessly. "Hehe... I just want to know if I'm dreaming?" But she didn't dare pinch herself.

  "A Xing stared at him speechlessly, 'Then why don't you pinch yourself?'"

  Mo Li looked at him pitifully and pouted. "I'm afraid of pain!"

  "Stop acting pitiful, I'm not buying it!" He lifted his foot and kicked him hard in the butt. Don't be fooled by this kid's doll-like face and harmless appearance. In reality, he's as cunning as can be, always pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

  She came before Zhao Yimo, a pair of dense eyelashes wrapped around the clear and cold eyes that looked at him coldly. "What do I need to do next?"

  He still had a mischievous look on his face, with a faint shallow smile at the corner of his mouth. "So impatient, not even willing to rest properly?"

  Looking up at him who was close at hand, she gazed into his dark eyes full of starlight and saw a thread of teasing. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she coldly stared at him. "No need, say it, what are you going to do next?"

  He chuckled and said, "Well, in that case, follow me." After finishing speaking, he walked forward without looking back.

  "Good!" Following him forward, no matter what the future holds, she will not back down.

  They exchanged a glance and followed him as well.

  A group of people arrived at a large shooting range, 100 meters away, with neatly arranged targets for practice shooting.

  Zhao Yimo took out the pistol that was tucked at his waist and handed it to her. "Woman, first you need to learn how to fire a gun."

  She took the gun, it was her first real contact with a gun, before she had only seen them on TV. She held it in her hand feeling its weight, and examined it carefully. "How do you open it?"

  He took the open clip, pressed in the bullets, loaded the clip, opened the safety catch and pulled the bolt. He handed it to her again. "Understand? Aim at the target, pull the trigger, and you can fire."

  She nodded, raised her hands with the pistol, and stared intently at the target in the distance. With a forceful pull of the trigger, "Bang!" The bullet flew out.

  Annu ran quickly over there, took a close look at the target, shook her head regretfully, and walked slowly back. "What a pity! Let's try again."

  She loaded the gun again according to his method, raised the gun and aimed at the target, ready to fire. Suddenly, a low voice came from behind her. "Wait! Your posture is incorrect." He held her hand, pointing sternly forward. "When firing, pay attention to three points in a line: eyes, gun, and target must be on the same straight line. You can only fire after aiming at the target, otherwise you'll never hit it if you fire blindly. Do you understand?"

  "Good!" She raised her pistol, her eyes fixed intently on the target in front of her, her hand keeping as steady as possible. "Bang!" Another shot rang out, the bullet flying swiftly outward.

  "This time I'll go take a look." Mo Li flew quickly forward. He took a glance at the target, and stretched out five fingers to them, unexpectedly hitting all five rings.

  He excitedly ran back, patted her shoulder. "Xiao You, not bad!" Thinking of when he learned to shoot, who knows how long it took him to hit the bullseye.

  She smiled slightly and nodded lightly. "Thank you!"

  "Keep practicing, are you satisfied with such a small achievement?" Zhao Yimo shouted coldly with a stern face.

  She rolled her eyes at him, hateful guy, did that eye of yours see me being self-satisfied? She picked up the gun and continued to aim at the target in front.

  One shot, two shots... after countless shots, she gradually grasped the feeling and hit the bullseye more and more times. She continued to practice non-stop.

  After a week of practice, she gradually got used to this life, getting up early every day to run around the training ground for ten laps. Then practicing shooting, swordsmanship, martial arts... Her body became more and more resilient, and the number of injuries also decreased.

  "Bang!" She was slammed to the ground with a loud noise, "Get up! Continue, don't pretend to be dead there." Zhao Yimo's icy voice came from above her head.

  Despicable guy! What's going on? Who's pretending to be dead? She slowly got up from the ground, her eyes burning with fierce flames, and rushed towards him quickly. She didn't believe she couldn't knock him down today.

  Again, with a loud "bang!" she crashed into the corner of the wall. She lay there, taking two deep breaths, and then struggled to get up. Wiping away the blood from her mouth with force, she glared fiercely at the cold-blooded man in front of her. Although her self-healing ability was quite good, didn't it still take time?

  A crowd of onlookers could not help but rise up in indignant protest.

  Mo's face was full of indignation, and he loudly shouted: "Boss, you're being too cruel! Xiao You is a girl after all."

  Xiang Ao nodded in agreement. "Boss, at least show some tenderness and care for her!"

  "Exactly! Exactly!" Everyone nodded in unison, their eyes filled with admiration for Geng Xiao You, reluctance and disdainful sarcasm towards Zhao Yi Mo.

  "This group of bastards is getting more and more outrageous, daring to look at him with that kind of gaze. 'Shut up, all of you! If you want to watch, then watch; if not, get out!' Zhao Yimo scowled, angrily shouting. Seeing the gloating expression on her face, he glared at her. 'Continue!'"

  Let's keep going, who's afraid of whom? "Ah..." A loud shout quickly rushed up, no matter what, I had to find a way to knock him down.

  She fell down and got back up again. She wiped the sweat from her eyes, refused to give in, and charged forward, catching him off guard and grabbing his collar. With a clever move, she sent him crashing to the ground. She pinned him down heavily, beaming with a bright smile, and declared, "I won!"

  "Congratulations, you won!" Zhao Yimo said with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. "Although I was intentionally holding back, I'm still impressed by your unyielding spirit."