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"It was Zeng Lao himself who said it. If it weren't for the incident today, he would have definitely announced it to you all," said a woman sitting next to Zhao Rong.
"Today, Zhao Rong fought with him and got injured. That guy may look young, but he's really impressive. I didn't even see him move before he sent Zhao Rong flying."
"Even if he's somewhat capable, he doesn't qualify to be our Chief Instructor. Is he really stronger than your Instructor Liu?"
"There's no way he's stronger than our instructor."
This group was discussing in the cafeteria while Jiang Chen was having his meal on the second floor. The second floor was exclusively for high-ranking officials, complete with private rooms.
Zeng Xianyi was a big shot in the military, so when he arrived at the Southwest Military Region, he had to be treated well. One private room could only accommodate ten people—five from Zeng Xianyi's side and five from the Southwest Military Region.
Zeng Xianyi brought along Jiang Chen, Ye Xiaoying, Liu Liangmei, and two other instructors from the Martial Arts Special Forces. These two instructors were also quite capable, having reached the Pinnacle of Transformation, but compared to Liu Liangmei, who had already attained the Divine Realm, they still fell short. This was one of the reasons why the male instructors in the Martial Arts Special Forces were not as strong as their female counterparts.
On the side of the Southwest Military Region, an elderly man in military uniform, around eighty years old, accompanied by three men and one woman—all aged between forty and fifty—held the rank of Colonel and were all Masters of Transformation.
"Li Brother, your four divine beasts have done a great job guarding the Southwest over the years; you should make sure they get their due recognition," remarked Zeng Xianyi, sizing up the people from the Southwest Military Region.
The leader of the Southwest Military Region was named Li Yang. In terms of rank, he was about equal to Zeng Xianyi, but since Zeng Xianyi was a few years older and they had once been comrades-in-arms, there was no need for formalities; they addressed each other as brothers.
"Brother Yi, let's wait until this matter is resolved. This situation is not simple. We have ways to deal with those from the Witch Clan in Xiangxi, but this Holy Witch Cult is brazen and unruly, showing no respect for authority. Each of them is formidable; they're truly difficult to handle. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't know what to do," sighed Li Yang.
"Li Brother, back in our battlefield days, you feared nothing. Why speak such discouraging words now? They're just an external Witch Clan. Can they really turn things upside down in Huaxia?" Zeng Xianyi reassured him.
"If we were on the battlefield, I wouldn't be afraid at all, but this isn't a battlefield. The people from the Holy Witch Cult hide among civilians, and regular handguns won't work against them. We can only rely on martial artists, which complicates things. But still, Brother Yi, you foresaw this need when you insisted on establishing the Martial Arts Special Forces. Now it seems that this force is indeed necessary; some issues can't be resolved with modern weaponry and can only be tackled through martial arts," said Li Yang, complimenting Zeng Xianyi.
"Haha, Li Brother, I owe you thanks for your support back then. Without you old friends backing me up, I couldn't have set up the Martial Arts Special Forces on my own," replied Zeng Xianyi, smiling at the praise from his old comrade.
"Brother Yi, please take a seat," said Li Yang, smiling as he gestured for Zeng Xianyi to sit in the honored position. Among the ten people present, only Zeng Xianyi had the qualifications to sit there.
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