Absolute Zone Zero: I survive in Liufen Street

How can we catch up with the fighting spirit that others have acquired through more than ten years or even decades of blood and sweat, and that has been tempered and engraved into their bones, in the shortest possible time?

Bai Zhi’s answer is: through thousands of near-death experiences.

Use pain and fear again and again to make the body remember how to swing the knife, how to defend, and how to endure the pain while being injured without affecting the normal attack route.

The so-called [combat skills] are the means to achieve the "goal" of making the attack fall on the enemy, while [defense] is to prevent others' attacks from falling on you.

Fighting is a competition of physical strength, endurance, and the body's ability to withstand blows.

The competition is about who can hit the opponent's vital point first, and the one who can't hold on first is the loser.

Therefore, Bai Zhi, whose basic physical values ​​far exceed those of ordinary people, can become a "master" in the eyes of others in just a few months.

But sometimes, fighting is not just a competition of physical fitness.

On the simulated battlefield, when "Ambi", whose restoration degree reached 95%, was chopped down again and again by the sword, Bai Yu clearly understood that there was a huge gap in spirit between himself and those real elite warriors who had walked out of the battlefield.

Even Nicole, who hangs out on the streets, has a fighting spirit that Bai Yu cannot surpass.

That is the determination to plunder the lives of others in order to survive.

This was said when Professor Anbi was teaching Bai Yu.

"Xiaobai, your knife is so gentle.

It can protect yourself, but it is not a knife that can be used for fighting.

Xiaobai, you cannot become a qualified warrior.

A qualified soldier will not only trample on the lives of others, but also ignore his own life.

But Xiaobai values ​​others more than himself.

Your knife cannot fall on a fellow human being, because you feel from the bottom of your heart that your life is as precious as anyone else's.

It's not good, but it's also good.

Xiaobai is very gentle, like a flower blooming in the sun."

"Only defense, no offense. Are you underestimating me?!" Number 11 looked at the man half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. He frowned and said, "Your sword is so weak. Why not just surrender and explain your purpose honestly? You'll save yourself some physical pain."

Bai Zhi was panting, his eyes fixed on No. 11, with a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.

It's not that he didn't want to attack, but just defending himself exhausted all his energy.

It's a huge difference.

Standing in front of Bai Zhi, No. 11, who truly regarded him as an enemy that could be killed, brought Bai Zhi an unprecedented sense of oppression.

It also showed Bai Zhi what a qualified warrior looks like.

The wound caused by the flames was very painful, and the high temperature burned a lot of his skin.

If Bai Zhi's body could not adjust the value, most people would lose their combat effectiveness immediately after being hit by the first blow from No. 11.

Bai Zhi knew that he didn't have much time at all. The only reason he could confront No. 11 alone was because No. 11 didn't want ordinary soldiers to come in and affect the battle. The more people there were, the more unexpected changes would occur.

No. 11 didn't want to give Bai Zhi any chance to take hostages and escape during the chaos, so he had to personally ensure that he lost the ability to resist.

Anyway, the outside is completely surrounded. If the person who walks out in the end is not No. 11 himself, the soldiers will collectively open fire, and Bai Zhi will have no chance of escape.

The air in the room became increasingly hot and thin. No. 11 swung the knife in his hand repeatedly at the same spot, trying to directly cut off the long knife in Bai Zhi's hand.

The sword flashes caused by the battle tore the furnishings and sundries in the room into pieces, scattering them all over the space.

There were crisscross knife marks everywhere on the walls and windows.

"Being able to wield a long sword flexibly in such a small room..." Number 11 was unable to withstand the opponent's brute force and retreated a distance, somewhat appreciating the physical fitness and strength displayed by Bai Zhi. "As an opponent, I acknowledge your strength.

But can you tell me why, even though you are learning the skills to kill, you are afraid to use your full strength?

What are you afraid of?

Or are you actually afraid of exposing your true origins?

【Soldier】!"

The rage in No. 11's eyes was hotter than a knife.

"..." Bai Zhi swallowed, things began to develop in a more serious direction.

Being misunderstood by Ms. Jane is nothing, but being misunderstood by No. 11...

He's probably really going to die here today!!

"No talk? That's okay.

When I catch you, I'll pry open your mouth and rip out all the secrets in your head. Traitor! "The rage-filled blade attacked Bai Zhi, who was struggling to hold on, even more fiercely, forcing him to use all his means to avoid being hacked half to death by No. 11. However, he still inevitably suffered several more knife wounds.

I still can't save this set of clothes. During the hard battle, Bai Zhi's mind flashed uncontrollably with a self-deprecating thought.

Bai Zhi cleared his mind of distractions. He also ignored the system alarms indicating significant damage to his body, and Fu Fu's anxious inquiries in his mind.

Focus all your attention on the blade.

Bai Zhi has no shortage of fighting skills.

Although simulation training cannot achieve 100% realism, thousands of training sessions and the corpses that dissipated in the void every night can prove that he is actually not lacking in practical experience.

At least when facing Yi Hai, Bai Zhi's sword light has always been unstoppable.

But when facing human enemies, Bai Zhi always hesitates and appears timid.

This doesn't mean that Bai Zhi is not strong enough, so he lacks confidence in himself.

On the contrary, Bai Zhi was too aware of how strong his body was and how sharp his blade was, so he was afraid. If he wasn't careful, the enemy would be cut in two as easily as a corpse.

But No. 11 is an even more elite soldier in the elite troops.

The enemy before him now wasn't the "teacher" from the simulated training grounds who allowed him to repeat himself over and over again. Nor were they the thugs who relied solely on brute force and attacked without any strategy. There was no room for Bai Zhi to hold back.

If Bai Zhi wanted to "win", he had no choice but to abandon his fear of hurting others and sever the "order" that had been imprinted on the souls of ordinary people in their lives for the past twenty years.

It's not that I was forced to do it out of self-preservation. It's not that there are no life-and-death exercises on the training ground.

Bai Zhi gripped the hilt of the knife tightly. At this moment, the knife in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Swing the sword. To kill, to win!

Go and kill the ordinary man "Shiraha"!

Kill your past self!

Swing the sword! Become a true warrior!

A bright white blade light passed through the blazing flames, and the pure white blade was stained with a hint of bright red.

Small Theater

Fufu: What's going on?! The system's stored energy is leaking out like a flood!

Baymax, what are you doing?! (Groundhog screams)

Bai Zhi: We're fighting, please don't disturb us.