Chapter 232 The Cold-Blooded World Destroyer 8 (1/2)

The cafeteria was one thing, but next up was the training ground.

The base arranged basic combat and firearms training for the survivors.

The instructor was a serious retired orc veteran who had high expectations.

Compared to the orcs, Zixi, being a pure human, suffers from poor physical strength and reflexes. During combat practice, she is easily defeated by the orcs she spars with, and during shooting practice, she misses the target most of the time.

Although the orcs complained that sparring with humans was boring, they still managed to use their strength to their advantage.

Until one time, Zixi failed again while practicing a side fall and almost twisted her ankle.

A cold voice suddenly rang out: "Incorrect movement. Incorrect core power point."

Wearing a mask, Zhou Ying appeared at the edge of the training field at some point, holding a record board in her hand, as if she had come to check on the training progress.

The instructor saw him and nodded.

"Get up and do it again."

Zhou Ying walked over and gave Zi Xi a command.

Zi Xi got up and did as instructed to do another side fall.

"stop."

Zhou Ying frowned, seemingly extremely dissatisfied.

"If you exert force here and here at the same time, your strength will be insufficient. You need to make up for it with skill and instantaneous bursts."

He stepped forward and, without warning, reached out, his cold fingers pressing precisely on Zi Xi's waist and a spot on her shoulder through his cloth gloves.

His guidance was incisive, and he even directly adjusted her posture for exerting force.

His touch was brief and restrained, with a businesslike attitude, but the temperature and strength of his fingertips made Zi Xi feel inexplicably strange.

But under his guidance, Zi Xi actually succeeded in throwing the orc who had used less force.

Orc: "???"

what happened?

A hint of surprise flashed in the instructor's eyes, and he glanced at Zhou Ying a few more times.

This new colleague is something else.

From that day on, Zhou Ying appeared at the training ground more frequently.

He could always pinpoint Zixi's problems accurately, guiding her with the most concise and ruthless language and the occasional unavoidable physical corrections.

Although his teaching methods were so strict as to be inhumane, the results were surprisingly good.

Zi Xi's fighting skills and firearms proficiency improved rapidly within a month. Even the instructor privately remarked that Zhou Ying, her colleague, was an ace coach whose talent was wasted on paperwork.

But Zi Xi just felt that Zhou Ying was too strange.

His secret fondness for her was almost undisguised, yet no reasonable motive could be found.

Zi Xi even secretly observed that he treated the other survivors with complete indifference, without saying a single extra word.

For a month, Zhou Ying seemed to be everywhere, yet also seemed to be just a dutiful base staff member who happened to take strict care of her.

Zi Xi went from being wary and suspicious at first, but later, when everyone around her said that he was appreciating talent and she had never actually seen his face behind the mask, she rationalized his behavior.

The black dragon doll in her arms seemed to have become like a real doll over the past month.

A month later, the call to enter the vortex was received for the third time.

[The third batch of participants is preparing to enter. Forced recruitment. Teleportation in ten seconds.]

here we go again!

Zi Xi took a deep breath and clenched her fist.

This time she was much better prepared than she was a month ago, both physically and mentally.

After the familiar dizziness subsided, she found herself standing at the entrance of a dark, damp sewer, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay.

There were several other figures around, familiar orcs.

The first surviving rabbit, Mona, and the second surviving rabbit girl, Aiqi.

Hu Jiang, a fox-clan beastman; Yuan Ke, an ape-beastman; Meng Nan, a leopard-clan beastman; and another beastman I don't recognize.

Surprisingly, everyone around me was a familiar face; there were eight people in total.