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

Time flowed slowly amidst extreme tension and vigilance.

Every abnormal shaking of the glass container would cause Zero's nerves to tense up instantly.

The pressure of waiting for an unknown disaster to strike is far more mentally taxing than the ever-changing and brutal training methods of the Baroque style.

The little sparrow, on the other hand, became a complete repairman.

While tending to the mechanical work of the container generator, she would often stare at the roaring machines and some of the equipment in the laboratory with shining eyes, or unconsciously point out any shortcomings.

Sometimes, she would secretly take some scrapped small machines, put them on the ground, and disassemble and reassemble them at will.

Later, this broken machine inexplicably became usable again.

Her eyes were filled with dependence on the device, as if it were her own heart.

But soon, they will be quickly bowed down by even greater fear.

She was afraid of being punished by Xue Yan if she broke it.

However, Zero still managed to detect these micro-expressions.

On the morning of the fifth day, the sky was overcast and the wind in the Gobi Desert carried a bone-chilling cold.

Baroque yawned, rubbed his sleepy one eye, and staggered out of the room, reeking of alcohol from the previous night.

He saw the ice prison in the center of the courtyard and Zero, who looked like a small ice sculpture next to it, and spat in annoyance.

"Damn it, sitting here guarding this piece of broken ice every day is like keeping vigil! It's bad luck!"

He muttered to himself, clearly feeling uneasy because he hadn't "stretched his muscles" for several days.

His gaze swept over Fatty and Cold Thorn in the corner, finally settling on Zero, a playful glint in his single eye.

"Hey! Little monster!"

He roared and strode over.

"Haven't punched you in a few days, itching for a beating? Come here! Let's warm up!"

Zero raised his eyelids, his dark eyes glancing at Baroque, but he didn't move.

The fingers gripping the hilt tightened slightly.

His primary duty is to guard the container; Xue Yan's orders are paramount.

"Hey? Are you deaf?"

Baroque, seeing that Zero remained unmoved, felt his authority was being challenged and became even more displeased.

He stepped forward and kicked the ground next to Zero, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"I told you to come here! That icy mess isn't going to melt anytime soon!"

Just then, the door to Xue Yan's laboratory opened.

He emerged carrying a glass of eerily steaming liquid, giving Baroque a cold glance:

"If your warm-up exercises dare to affect my 'treasured collection,' I'll throw your rotten flesh in as a culture medium."

Baroques are fearless.

He was only afraid of Xue Yan's unpredictable poisons and viruses.

Hearing this, he reluctantly withdrew his foot, cursing, "Damn it... let's find another place then!"

He pointed rudely at Zero, "You! Get up! Go to that open space over there!"

He was referring to a relatively open area of ​​gravel, some distance from the container.

Zero looked at Xue Yan.

Xue Yan took a sip of the suspiciously colored liquid and said calmly:

"Moderate exercise helps maintain physiological alertness."

Five minutes.

"If the time limit is exceeded, or if there is any problem with the container, you two will go in together to keep it company."

He pointed to the cold container.

Zero silently pulled the short blade from the ground and stood up.

The long hours of sitting made his limbs stiff and cold.

But after stretching his ankles and wrists, he followed Baroque toward the gravel patch.

Baroque grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and cracked his knuckles.

"That's more like it! Let me see if you've been slacking off these past few days!"

Without any warning, the fist, the size of a Baroque casserole dish, came crashing down on Zero's face with a gust of wind!

Simple, brutal, and brimming with destructive power!

Zero's pupils contracted, and his body instinctively moved to slide to the side and backward to dodge—

This is the most effective way to deal with this kind of straight punch.

But just as his center of gravity was about to shift!

A very subtle, almost imperceptible disturbance of airflow came from his left rear!

It's not an attack, it's more like a... warning?

Zero's body forcefully stopped the backward sliding trend!

In a flash, he chose the most dangerous and unexpected method—advancing instead of retreating!

Suddenly, he ducked and crouched low, like an eel crashing into the gap in Baroque's center goal!

Baroque's fist grazed his scalp, the force of which made his scalp sting!

"what?"

Baroque missed his punch and was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Zero to dare to use such a risky close-quarters combat move.

As Zero crashed into Baroque's arms, his left elbow shot out like a venomous snake, slamming into Baroque's ribs!

At the same time, he slammed his right knee into the opponent's unprotected abdomen!

boom!boom!

Two muffled thuds!

Zero's attack was like a tickle to the thick-skinned Baroque; it didn't even make him flinch.

But this feeling of being provoked at close range by "Little Kid Zero" completely enraged him!

"Little brat!"

Baroque glared with his one eye, and with his other large hand, he slapped Zero's head hard like a fan!

If that blow lands squarely, it could break a person's neck!

Zero attacked and retreated immediately, without lingering.

His body leaned back as if it had no bones, almost touching the ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal slap!

At the same time, he kicked out with both feet in quick succession, striking Baroque's shinbone!

Baroque winced in pain, letting out a muffled groan, which only fueled his rage.

Like an enraged grizzly bear, he swung his fists like windmills, smashing them wildly at Zero!

Zero completely abandoned the idea of ​​head-on confrontation and maximized his physical flexibility.

Navigating the raging storm of attacks in the Baroque style, like a leaf falling in a gale, they always manage to avoid fatal blows, albeit perilously.

His breathing was long and rapid, his dark eyes sharp as a hawk's, capturing the subtle movements and flow of power in the Baroque's movements.

No longer trying to cause damage, they activate their cold, stiff muscles in a frenzied "warm-up" to adapt to high-intensity dodging and rhythm changes, and even imitate and learn the domineering and wild rhythm of Baroque.

On the sidelines, silence appeared in the shadows, watching quietly.

His gaze mostly fell on Zero's ghostly, elusive footwork and darting dodges, occasionally glancing subtly at Zero's initial position when he almost slipped backward.

There, several new, sharp-edged shards of glass had appeared, their edges pointing upwards, gleaming sinisterly in the dim light.

If Zero had instinctively slid backward, his foot would probably be pierced right now.

Xue Yan, also holding a cup, watched with great interest, occasionally jotting down a few words in his notebook:

"...Increased evasive instincts, enhanced ability to anticipate danger...Suspected of exhibiting super-powerful fighting technique imitation behavior...A survival strategy under the suppression of absolute power...Interesting."

Five minutes are almost up.

Baroque was unable to be captured after a prolonged siege.

He didn't even get a few touches on Zero's clothes; instead, he was the one who got brushed against several times.

Feeling humiliated, he roared and launched an even more ferocious attack.

A powerful, sweeping kick swept across Zero's waist and abdomen like a thousand troops!

This kick has a very wide range and is extremely difficult to dodge!

Zero's eyes sharpened, and he was about to leap backward with all his might—

"Beep—!!!!"

A sharp, piercing alarm, unlike anything seen before, suddenly blared from the direction of the cold glass container!

The sound was shrill, piercing through the roar of the generator and instantly assaulting everyone's eardrums!

Zero's movements suddenly froze!

Baroque's whip kick also came to an abrupt halt in mid-air!

Xue Yan's expression changed drastically, and the cup in his hand fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces!

He suddenly turned his head to look at the container!

On the outer shell of the container, one of the green lights that had been steadily flashing turned into a dazzling, constantly flashing yellow!

Yellow light!

The highest warning issued by Xue Yan!

Zero's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a dangerous pinhead!

No longer caring about Baroque, his body, like an arrow shot from a powerful bow, lunged back towards the container at top speed!

His heart was pounding like a drum, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his brain!

Baroque stood frozen in place, a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashing in his single eye.

The silent figure vanished as if it had melted into the air the moment the alarm sounded.

Zero lunged at the container, his eyes fixed on the wildly flashing yellow light and the few slightly fluctuating pressure readings beside it!

His hand immediately pressed against the cold outer shell—the temperature seemed...not to have changed significantly?

Not thawing? Then what is it?

Xue Yan rushed over, shoved Zero aside, and quickly checked the instruments and wiring with a livid face, his fingers trembling slightly from the urgency.

"It's not the temperature...it's the internal pressure! The pressure is rising abnormally!"

His voice carried a hint of disbelief and horror.

"How is that possible? Maintaining such a low temperature... unless... unless the substance inside... its own activity is increasing... producing gas?!"

Fear and excitement were once again wildly intertwined in his eyes!

The alarm sounded, like a doomsday horn, mournful and echoing.

Zero shouted, "Little Sparrow!"

A little sparrow scurried out from the corner.

Zero: "Quickly check the machinery and containers!"

Little Sparrow's heart tightened. She looked at Xue Yan, nervously observing the parameters and fiddling with them for half an hour.

The alarm stopped, and everything was normal.

Xue Yan's eyes nearly popped out, and Baroque's mouth twitched.

The same thought popped into their minds at the same time: This might be another monster.