Chapter 20: Peril at Sea

  Yang Feng was taken away the next day after changing into the clothes bought by Chi Wen, and Yang Feng didn't bring anything with him, not even a single cent, because Chi Wen had already handed over the money to that organization. The tuition fee for training in that place is 300 million per year, so for the two years Yang Feng was there, it would be 600 million, which was paid in full at once. During the training period, all the trainees' food, clothing, and shelter were provided by the organization, but there was one thing - the organization wouldn't guarantee your life, because even if you died, that organization wouldn't refund the tuition fee!

  Yang Feng followed the person who came to take him and first arrived at Qiongzhou, Huaxia State. There, they boarded a yacht, where there were already thirty or so people from Huaxia, all of whom were around his age, including both males and females. It seemed that they were all being sent for training. Yang Feng didn't pay attention to the others and after boarding the yacht, he found an empty corner and sat down.

  Yang Feng knew that once he boarded this yacht, there was no turning back. Now, everything depended on himself, and no matter what happened, he had to hold on until the two-year deadline was over and return alive!

  The yacht slowly set off, heading south into the Pacific Ocean. After leaving international waters, the thirty or so people on board were transferred to a much larger oil tanker. It was then that Yang Feng realized there were almost three thousand people on this massive oil tanker, all roughly the same age as him, with some even younger.

  Among these people, there were whites, blacks, and of course yellows. However, the Chinese were just the thirty or so people on that small yacht at first. The remaining yellows were basically all from that island nation east of China, as well as those from North Korea. All three thousand people were arranged to have their own independent rooms, and three meals a day would be delivered to their rooms by someone. However, they were all restricted from freedom, not allowed to wander around the oil tanker, otherwise if they lost their lives, no one would care.

  Yang Feng obediently stayed in his own room, never going out once. The oil tanker continued to head east, preparing to cross the Pacific Ocean to Central and South America. Since he was not allowed to go out, Yang Feng practiced the Nine Yin Scripture and the Nine Yang Divine Skill in his own room every morning and evening, and also practiced martial arts moves when no one was around.

  After about a month of sailing, Yang Feng and the others finally had an opportunity to leave their rooms. The captain of the oil tanker gathered everyone on the deck, where there were tall black and white men wearing camouflage uniforms standing around the perimeter, holding submachine guns and standing upright with the muzzles pointing at the three thousand people waiting for training on the deck.

  Yang Feng saw this situation and thought that these people were going to kill them here and then swallow the tuition fees of all 3,000 people. So Yang Feng secretly guarded against it in his heart, and the internal force of Jiuyin True Classic and Jiuyang Divine Skill began to circulate, preparing to display Spiral Nine Shadows at the fastest speed to escape when encountering danger.

  At this time, a tall white man walked out. He was not wearing camouflage, but a captain's uniform, holding a cigar in his hand, walking and smoking to the front of the crowd, then looked at the crowd with a smile.

  "Haha, kids, welcome to the Black Ice Training Camp. Here you will receive the most rigorous training and gain great power! Everything is valuable here, except for life itself. No one can guarantee your survival here. If you want to live, you'll have to rely on yourselves!" The tall white man said to the crowd.

  "Did you see that?! The island ahead is our training camp, and for the next period of time, you will be doing the most basic training here. However, to get to that island, you'll have to rely on yourselves! Our oil tanker is stopping right here, so all of you get off the ship now!!" The tall white man said with a loud laugh.

  Then the blacks with submachine guns, the whites began to drive these three thousand people down from the ship bit by bit. All those who resisted were shot dead directly without any hesitation. After more than a dozen people were killed, everyone jumped off the ship and swam towards the island pointed by the captain in front.

  Yang Feng hid in the crowd and let out a sigh of relief, slowly releasing his inner energy. He then followed the flow of people and jumped into the sea. Although it was also very dangerous in the water, it was much better than facing those dark gun muzzles. Moreover, the current position of the oil tanker was not far from that island, Yang Feng estimated it to be only a few tens of thousands of meters away. With his current physical strength, swimming there should be no problem at all.

  After jumping into the sea, Yang Feng immediately swam towards the island in front of him. The sea surface was full of people, and everyone was swimming in the direction of the island. At this time, the oil tanker behind them started again, slowly moving forward, following the crowd. However, when the oil tanker approached those who were desperately swimming in the sea but fell behind, the big men with guns on the oil tanker shot wildly again, killing those who had fallen behind.

  "Haha, you useless people, swimming so slowly is no better than dying. Now we can save a lot of money!!" The white captain laughed loudly on the deck.

  Everyone saw the person who fell behind being shot and immediately swam desperately forward. Yang Feng was in the middle of the group, swimming neither too fast nor too slow, not wasting energy to rush forward, but also not letting himself fall behind, just blending into the crowd and moving forward.

  Those who fell behind were occasionally shot, the three-thousand-strong troop was rapidly dwindling, and everyone was desperately swimming forward to survive. At this time, they had another trouble - the corpses of those shot in the back attracted giant sharks from the sea, more and more giant sharks constantly attacked the troops swimming in the sea.

  Yang Feng also felt the danger at this time, and it was not a solution to continue like this. There was still a long distance from the island in front of him, and if he allowed those giant sharks to attack, he would absolutely not be able to reach that island. Yang Feng saw that mixing with the crowd was no longer a solution, so he sped up, broke out of the crowd, and quickly swam forward alone, while those giant sharks only attacked where there were more people.

  He rushed out of the crowd, Yang Feng quickly swam forward, and whether others lived or died had nothing to do with him. Now the most important thing was to survive himself. As he swam forward, Yang Feng continuously sprinkled the poisonous medicine he carried into the sea, so that those giant sharks occasionally chasing him would also be poisoned to death.

  While Yang Feng's swimming skills, which he had honed in the underground cave, played a huge role at this time. Yang Feng swam for almost a day before finally approaching the island that the white captain had mentioned. By the time he arrived on the island, he was completely exhausted and didn't have any energy left. However, Yang Feng did not lie down to rest. He remembered the white captain's words: everything on this island is very valuable, except for human life. Although he was extremely tired, he couldn't afford to rest because Yang Feng didn't dare guarantee that someone wouldn't come and stab him while he was resting.

  Because Yang Feng found that before he arrived on the island, there were already several people on the island. Three of them were white, one was black, and one was a yellow-skinned girl, but Yang Feng didn't dare to confirm whether this girl was a Chinese or not. These few people looked very tired, but they all insisted on standing up, vigilantly looking around at the situation.

  Yang Feng also stood on the beach, vigilantly watching the surroundings while secretly recovering his strength. One after another, more people landed ashore, but in the end, the original 3,000-strong team was left with less than 500 people, and the others either died under gunfire or were buried at sea.

  After no one else landed, a group of burly men suddenly rushed out of the jungle on the island, also holding guns, and drove the remaining less than 500 people towards the interior of the island.

  Yang Feng walked among the crowd, slowly moving forward. Now he already knew the cruelty of this place. Just the barrier of getting on the island had killed more than 2,500 people out of a team of 3,000. So many people lost their lives just like that. Yang Feng's heart was heavy, looking up at the night sky which was already filled with stars, thinking about what kind of even more ruthless world awaited him.

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