C17 The Iron Rule of the Undying King(1)

The glory of reaching the pinnacle of martial arts is built upon the accumulation of Ferghana, and my path to becoming a powerhouse is also filled with hardships.

In the Mount Arreat, according to the tribe's laws, boys at the age of six will be selected. Those who pass will be sent to the warrior training camp to undergo warrior training. The best way for those who fail to become adults is to become the tribe's hunter. Specially to provide meat for the tribe hunting, the slightly weaker farmer, the family has no power and can only be slaves. All boys who are six years old must participate, no matter how noble your background is. Even the son of the chief must face the fate of being chosen, and those who qualify must enter the training of the warriors. As mentioned earlier, the best way out for those who fail is to hunt. In the Mount Arreat, strength was everything. The strong had all the privileges and glory of the tribe. Even the son of the chief could not rely on the status of the family to gain something without doing anything. Before the selection ceremony that year, my father had just died in a tribal conflict. At that time, before I had the time to grieve, my father had left the world. Our family has a thin population, five generations passed down to my generation. After my father died in battle, I was the only one left in the family. Entering the training camp is my only choice, if I fail... I don't know what to rely on to survive.

"Stand in five rows!" The trainer in charge of selecting shouted in a dignified manner.

This year, there were a total of 146 boys in the tribe who were six years old. Under the guidance of their parents, everyone found their own positions. And I became the last person outside of the five rows of people.

Suk stood in the first row and looked back at me, giving me an encouraging look.

Suk's family was a very powerful family in the tribe. There were many powerful people in the family. Suk's father and uncle were both elders of the tribal council. It was said that their combat strength was above level 70. They had a very high position in Mount Arreat. My father is just a low level soldier and is only around level 30. A low position. Although the difference in family was huge, Suk and I had been very compatible since we were young. He didn't despise me because of the difference in status. When it comes to children, the tribe generally doesn't look at them with a perverted gaze. Because after leaving the training camp, everything will be rearranged. If a family with a low status had a powerhouse in the training camp, then the fate of the family would change completely. The strong didn't need to work, the tribe would give out monthly subsidies based on the different levels. The subsidies are different, if you leave the training camp and reach level 50, if you are directly promoted to a senior officer, then the monthly subsidies will be equivalent to 3 years of salary for a low-ranked soldier.

Entering the training camp is the only way for those who are weak to make a comeback. However, you have to endure until the end, only then will you be able to live well. Every day in the training camp, there will be people being carried out horizontally. Although the fate of losing the election is tragic, you will still be able to survive. But in the training camp, if you are not strong enough, you will only die.

Not everyone wants to enter the training camp, but the law is strict... If during the screening stage, your potential is discovered... Then no matter who you are, you must walk the path of hell. The screening process is very strict, don't do anything illegal, otherwise, the whole family will be turned into slaves.

In the screening ceremony, regardless of whether it is children or adults, their attitudes will be very strange. Some yearned for it, some feared it, and some felt helpless.

"Suk, we are going to enter the training camp tomorrow. Are you afraid? "I asked Suk the day before the ceremony.

"The weak do not deserve to have the surname Su! My lifelong goal is to become stronger, just like my father. I want to be the guardian of the tribe, so I cannot tolerate myself living lowly. I would rather die that way! "Suk had been influenced by his family since he was young. His family could not tolerate the weak. "What about you? Zhang Loong. "

"I, if I can't enter the training camp, I don't even know where my meal will be tomorrow." I have no choice, but my family doesn't seem to have any super experts. Will my genes affect my selection?

"Zhang Loong, you will definitely be able to do it! In the training camp, we can be partners and become stronger together." Suk encouraged me.

The first choice is to look at the potential of the muscles and bones, and we will be stripped naked. Then, on the testing table, there are six stone locks, which are 30 pounds, 50 pounds, 80 pounds, 100 kg and 150 pounds, and 200 pounds. The chosen ones had to go on stage to try them out one by one. At this moment... Not only was it a warrior's choice, but it also decided who the chosen ones would belong to for the rest of their lives. Those who could not lift 30 pounds would be categorized as slaves. Those who could lift 30 pounds and those who could not lift 50 pounds would be categorized as farmers. Those who could lift 50 pounds would be categorized as hunters. Those who could lift 80 pounds would enter the next round of selection. If you can lift 100 pounds, you will be exempted from the second round of examination and enter the training camp. Raising 150 pounds and above, he would be able to enjoy the treatment of being taught a separate trainer in the training camp.

In the process of lifting the weight, do not delude yourself with all your strength and try to muddle your way through. The trainer that is in charge of selecting will be able to tell at a glance whether you are cheating or not based on your muscle tension. The result of cheating will only bring shame to the family.

The first boy walked onto the testing platform barefoot and walked in front of the first stone lock. His expression was serious. 30 pounds and 50 pounds, deciding the fate of those who were not chosen. No one dared to be careless. The boy prepared for 10 seconds before grabbing the stone lock with both hands. " The boy shouted and lifted the 30 kilogram stone lock above his head. Phew. The boy put down the stone lock and his expression became slightly more relaxed. No matter how bad the result was, he could still become a slave. After a short rest, the boy came in front of the 50kg stone lock. After demonstrating a few times, he grabbed the stone lock and exhaled. "Ah!" The stone lock was lifted to his chest and with a sudden push of his legs, the stone lock was lifted above his head. However, his arms were already trembling violently. It was estimated that there was no hope of being selected. But at least he could still be a hunter. The first boy seemed to be quite satisfied, but he wasn't as nervous as he was when he arrived in front of the 80 kilogram stone lock.

"Hey!" The first boy used all his strength, the 80 kilogram stone lock only reached his waist, and with a bang, he landed on the stage.