The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

In the days that followed, the training intensified.

Baroque seems determined to erase the advantages brought by the "shortcut" of silence.

The subjects he designed became increasingly tricky and dangerous, completely disregarding the physical limits of these children.

Carrying heavy loads, they pursued the enemy through abandoned alleyways riddled with traps (the target was a frenzied military dog ​​released by Baroque that had been starving for days).

In the dead of night, they navigated the Gobi Desert using only faint starlight and retrieved a designated item (while mercenaries posing as "hunters" constantly drove them away and threatened them)...

Each time, Zero relied on that ruthlessness, his gradually improving physical abilities, and his instinctive use of the occasional silent cues—

They completed the arduous training, coldly took the reward food, and shared it with their companions.

There was hardly a patch of intact skin on his body; new wounds were layered on top of old ones.

But the coldness in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, like a protective shell, isolating him from pain and everything else.

Zero is ten years old, and the training continues day after day, a cycle of blood, sweat, pain, and despair.

Baroque tirelessly invented all sorts of new tricks to comprehensively hone the skills of every member of the small group.

Xue Yan calmly recorded the data and added "ingredients" as needed to continuously enhance their physique and nerves.

Silence, like a ghost, corrects Zero's every tiny mistake in the most lethal way.

The long-term, high-intensity training made the other three children's bodies stronger and more agile.

Baroque's face held an almost pious fanaticism as he surveyed the four children, around ten years old, before him—

Zero, Cold Thorn, Iron Pile, and Little Sparrow. Their bodies were covered in old and new wounds, but the naivety of ordinary children had long since faded from their eyes, leaving only a sharpness and resilience hidden beneath their weariness.

"Today, let us return to the primitive." Baroque's voice was hoarse yet booming, carrying an unsettling excitement:

Forget the moves you've learned, forget that you're human!

Now, you are the young beasts about to be thrown into the arena!

Alternatively, use your hands, your teeth, and everything you can to get rid of what's inside.

Either become their lunch and nourish their wildness!

With a wave of his hand, he pushed the four children toward four huge iron cages as if they were livestock.

Pair Zero – Little Black Bear.

Inside cage number zero, a burly little black bear stood upright!

Standing nearly 1.3 meters tall, murky saliva dripped from between its fangs, carrying the stench of rotting flesh.

Zero's heart pounded, but his eyes instantly turned cold, and all his emotions were forcibly suppressed.

He lowered his body slightly, like a taut bow.

The little black bear roared and pounced! Zero didn't try to take the hit head-on; instead, he did a clumsy but efficient low roll, barely dodging it.

The little bear paw slammed on the ground, making a dull thud.

Zero seized the opportunity to leap up and accurately jump onto the bear's back, clamping his legs tightly around the bear's neck!

The little black bear was enraged and shook wildly. Zero felt as if his internal organs were about to be displaced, but he gritted his teeth and plunged his fingers into the bear's eyes like iron hooks!

"Pfft!" Warm, viscous liquid splashed all over his face.

The little black bear let out a heart-wrenching howl and struggled even more frantically.

Zero was thrown out and crashed heavily into the iron cage, a sweet taste rising in his throat.

Ignoring the pain, he lunged forward again in the instant the black bear, blind and frantic, searched for his scent!

This time, he lowered his head and used all his strength to ram the black bear's temple with the hardest part of his forehead, like driving a pile!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of bones colliding made a dull, teeth-grinding noise.

Zero's forehead was ruptured, and blood smeared his left eye, but he seemed oblivious, mechanically and frantically pounding away.

Finally, the little black bear's roar turned into a whimper, its body swayed a few times, and it collapsed to the ground, convulsing and no longer moving.

Zero collapsed to the side, panting heavily, looking as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

Little sparrow versus Little leopard.

In the cage next to it, the little sparrow faced a lean and agile leopard.

Her face was pale, and the aftereffects of the hallucinations she had suffered from last time still seemed to be there, but her eyes were unusually determined.

The leopard moved with lightning speed, its claws narrowly missing her body several times, tearing her training clothes and leaving bloodstains.

The little sparrow used its nimble movements to maneuver around, like a leaf fluttering in a strong wind.

She knew she couldn't fight back with her own strength, so she could only look for an opportunity.

A feint attack went awry, and the leopard pounced on her, its jaws snapping at her throat!

The stench of death was overwhelming!

The little sparrow didn't panic. In the nick of time, she suddenly raised her knee and slammed it into the leopard's soft belly, while simultaneously sliding half a foot away like an eel.

The leopard, in pain, paused in its movements.

In that instant, the little sparrow's arm coiled around the leopard's neck like a venomous snake, while its other hand pressed firmly against the leopard's chin!

She used her entire body weight and the principle of leverage to twist it desperately!

"Crack!" A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

The leopard's struggles stopped instantly, and its body went limp.

The little sparrow pushed aside the heavy leopard carcass. A deep, bone-revealing wound was torn open on her left arm by the leopard's claws. The excruciating pain almost made her faint, but she just bit her lower lip and struggled to stand up, the fire in her eyes never extinguished.

Tiedun versus Little Wild Wolf.

Tie Dun's opponent was a fierce little wolf.

He let out a low growl, and without dodging or avoiding, charged head-on like a little lion! He collided solidly with the little wolf!

Their strength was evenly matched! He gripped the wolf cub's forelimbs tightly with both hands, his muscles bulging, and he pushed off the ground with his feet, engaging in a primal struggle with the wolf!

The little wolf tried to turn its head and bite, but Tiedun roared and slammed the little wolf to the ground with a back throw!

But he didn't let go. Instead, he knelt down with his weight and used his thick forearms to lock the wolf's neck tightly, tightening his grip more and more!

The little wolf scratched and clawed wildly, leaving countless bloody marks on his body, but Tie Dun was completely oblivious. His cheeks were red and contorted from the extreme force, and his eyes were filled with pure wildness.

Only when the wolf's struggles gradually weakened and it finally stopped breathing did he release his grip, stand up panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, his mouth agape, a mixture of pain and triumphant excitement.