Chapter 83-3: Weak Point Breakthrough (3) |
The next morning at 8 AM.
After warm-up training, the trainees followed Mad Sand to the cafeteria.
Before they even started eating, Li Zheng and the others suddenly charged at the Four-Eyed race trainees who were just picking up their food, shouting as they attacked.
“Eat this, bastards! Put that food down!”
“Come on! You like fighting, huh? Today we’re beating you to death!”
“Crow flying on an airplane…”
As the Four-Eyed race trainees froze in shock, Li Zheng and the others charged at them fiercely.
Caught off guard, the Four-Eyed race trainees quickly set down their trays and met them head-on.
In terms of combat technique, Li Zheng and the others were no match at all and were knocked to the ground within moments.
But just as the Four-Eyed race finished and were about to eat, the bruised Grind Kings players struggled back to their feet. Li Zheng, leading them, pointed at Ghost Eye with one hand and flipped his hair with a flourish.
“Ghosty, your daddy doesn’t love you. Come here and let daddy loosen up your joints.”
Ghost Eye, who was about to eat, slowly put down his tray and strode toward the Grind Kings players, his racial kin following close behind.
A new round of brutal beating began once more.
The fight only ended when the cafeteria manager appeared, and in the end, Li Zheng and the others were once again dragged out of the cafeteria by the Four-Eyed race.
As he watched the Four-Eyed race walk away, Li Zheng, bruised and battered, laughed heartily.
“Ha… ha… ha… They missed breakfast. Let’s see how hungry they get during training later.”
“Li-ge… good thing we… ate some canned food beforehand… not hungry at all… just hurts a little,” Family-Sharing Stepdad said weakly.
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That day’s training continued, with climbing the snow mountain, dodge training, and mental shock resistance drills leading up to dinnertime once again.
After receiving treatment in the medical room at noon, Li Zheng, fully recovered, launched another preemptive attack under the surprised gazes of the other trainees.
“Hey, Four-Eyes… Ghosty, yeah I’m talking to you, come here for your beating.”
“Ghosty, you didn’t eat breakfast. Got any strength left?”
“Ghosty, what are you staring at? Can’t you see your First Grandpa, Second Grandpa, Third Grandpa… are calling you? Get over here and serve us!”
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Faced with these provocations, Ghost Eye casually tossed aside his metal tray and led his kin forward.
The nearby alien trainees quickly scattered, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Amidst the miserable cries of Li Zheng and the others, a new round of beating ensued.
Even as they were being beaten, the Grind Kings players fought dirty.
Chokeholds, groin attacks, eye gouging… the scene made Chief Combat Instructor Mad Sand’s forehead veins bulge.
As an Anti-Tide warrior, he regarded warriors as bearers of sacred honor.
But these specially recruited player race members were completely overturning his worldview. This was not how warriors were supposed to fight.
Then, Mad Sand saw something that made him nearly lose control.
Pinned to the ground, Murderous Intent Rising actually spat in the face of a Four-Eyed race trainee. Mad Sand took a deep breath, forced down his fury, and suddenly turned away, unwilling to watch any further.
He feared he would lose control and strike them.
In his heart, he had already sentenced these trainees to death.
As soon as the first phase of training ended, he would have them expelled from the training camp.
This round of mealtime brawl finally ended when the cafeteria manager arrived, with neither side managing to eat dinner as they spent the entire meal fighting.
That night.
Inside the Four-Eyed race’s room.
“Big brother, I’m kinda hungry.”
“Endure it!”
Hearing his younger racial kin’s complaint, Ghost Eye glared fiercely at him.
After a full day of intense training without any food, the Four-Eyed race members were starving. Ghost Eye was no exception.
When they arrived, they only brought their clothing and nothing else.
Having missed the mealtime, there was nowhere for them to get food.
“The player race didn’t eat either. If they can endure, why can’t we?”
Saying this, Ghost Eye lay down on his bed and closed his eyes.
The other race members followed suit, lying down and shutting their eyes to rest, preparing for tomorrow’s hellish training.
But deep down, they were desperately looking forward to 8 AM when the cafeteria would reopen.
—
At the same time, in the player race’s room.
“These canned rations are disgusting. I really want to eat spiritual food again. After tasting it once, I can’t forget it. The flavor feedback in this game is ridiculous. I’m afraid I won’t be able to eat normally after logging off.”
“At least we’ve got food. Our battle with Ghosty is just getting started. We must persevere. The livestream audience is waiting to laugh at us, we can’t give them the satisfaction. You guys don’t want to become memes, right?”
“Yeah, we have to endure. Starve those bastards to death!”
“I just snatched a fresh piece of spiritual fish meat from the Trading House. It was overpriced, but at least I got it. Do you guys want to split it?”
“My boy, hurry up and give your stepdad a bite. I can’t take this canned food anymore.”
“Everyone hold up, let me try it first. I want to give a proper review of this fish.”
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The next morning at 8 AM.
Training camp cafeteria.
As they entered the cafeteria, Li Zheng and the others didn’t strike immediately. Instead, they found an empty table and sat down, watching as the Four-Eyed race picked up their trays and started loading up with spiritual food.
But just as the Four-Eyed race finished and were about to sit down, Li Zheng suddenly slammed the table, stood up, and pointed at Ghost Eye, who was just about to take his first bite.
“Ghosty, your grandpa’s here!”
As the words fell, Li Zheng began his charge and launched a flying kick straight toward Ghost Eye’s face.
“Eat this, bastards! I’m smashing everything!”
As they reached the Four-Eyed race’s table, Dirt Poor followed right behind and kicked the table over, spilling all the spiritual food to the ground.
“Third Grandpa’s special move: Monkey Steals the Peach!”
“Fourth Grandpa’s special move: Foot Trip!”
“Fifth Grandpa’s special move: Macho Elbow Strike!”
“Sixth Grandpa’s special move: Groin Grab & Chokehold!”
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With loud shouts announcing their dirty tricks, Li Zheng and the Grind Kings launched their ferocious ‘hunger tactics.’
At this moment, the Four-Eyed race trainees were full of mixed feelings.
Watching the spiritual food scattered all over the floor, they felt both reluctant and furious.
These player race bastards could really endure hunger!
And they specifically chose to fight right after treatment in the medical room, perfectly timed with mealtime, absolute animals among animals.
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