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"Using palm wind to injure someone? Is it Qiao Feng's Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms? What the heck!" Jungle still wore an expression of disbelief.
The fact that Kuro Sijin fell to the ground was actually the result of Zhang Yang stretching out his arm from a distance, which was hard for anyone to believe, especially in a place like Blade Training Camp that firmly believed in devilish training to achieve results.
"You might not have noticed, but I found a Blade-like mark on his forehead, and the strangest thing is that it's a light orange color," Kuro Sijin said.
"Could it be... he is not human?" After saying this, Jungle couldn't help but laugh helplessly: "Black Team, just kidding! I'm a staunch materialist warrior."
"The world is vast and full of wonders. I observed that although this kid seems a bit cynical, his overall disposition is quite positive, and he seems to have a strong sense of justice," Kuro Sijin lightly tapped his hands together. "By the way, is there any issue with the thunder on the grass?"
"No problem, it's all 'Crispy Thunder', at most just some superficial injuries. What's the plan for tonight?" Jungle asked next.
"Anyone who hasn't made it to the grass by 10 PM will be directly eliminated. After dinner, head back to the dormitory; we will gather urgently in two hours. I'm going to take a nap," Kuro Sijin said before walking into the lounge.
By 10 PM, another 82 people had arrived at the grass. While crossing the grass, more than ten people were injured by explosions, but fortunately, they were only superficial injuries. Including Zhang Yang and his three companions, a total of 86 people managed to withstand the first round of training.
On the first day at Blade Training Camp, 110 people had already eliminated 24. This left all the trainees in shock: the elimination rate at Blade Training Camp was indeed high, and this was how it happened.
"Have you all eaten enough? After eating, go back to your dorms to rest. You should see the two small buildings on either side. You can sleep in any room; feel free to choose," Jungle said as he arrived at the cafeteria and then walked off on his own.
It turned out that the two small buildings were purely dormitory buildings, each with dormitories on both floors. However, each building only had one women's restroom while there were three men's restrooms. This was consistent with reality since men made up the vast majority of those coming for special training.
Each room had bunk beds with a total of eight sleeping spots and nothing else. Among the 86 people, only five were female, and they "occupied" one room.
After entering their room, everyone received two sets of change clothes and two pairs of combat boots. Having just arrived at the base and gone through so much hassle, everyone was exhausted and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Zhang Yang washed up, changed into the issued olive green crew-neck T-shirt and camouflage pants, then put on his combat boots. Fully dressed, he lay down on his bed.
Just as everyone was drifting off to sleep, a sharp whistle sounded followed by an announcement from Kuro Sijin: "Emergency gathering at the grass! Those who are not there in three minutes will be eliminated!"
Zhang Yang put on his clothes and shoes, then jumped out of bed and rushed to the door. He thought to himself: Sure enough, these tricks work. It seems that watching Soldier Assault was not in vain. However, the dormitory is so close to the grass, three minutes is enough.
He opened the door, and just as he poked his head out, a gust of wind rushed by, and four Rubber Sticks came fiercely at him. Zhang Yang quickly ducked down, sliding to the ground to avoid the Rubber Sticks, while simultaneously sweeping his right leg, knocking several training team members to the ground. With a palm pressed against the floor, Zhang Yang swiftly got up and darted out the door.
Once in the corridor, he saw that there were four training team members guarding each dormitory door. Anyone trying to get out would be met with sticks.
"That kid again!" one of the training team members exclaimed. "Quickly let him out!" someone shouted. Zhang Yang laughed heartily: "Brothers, you’ve worked hard!" He strode out of the dormitory building.
Upon reaching the grass, he realized he was the first one there. After standing still for a moment, Kuro Sijin approached him. He walked directly to Zhang Yang's side and whispered, "Zhang Yang, what’s your relationship with Luo Huasheng?"
"He’s my superior, but I’ve never met him," Zhang Yang replied, slightly tilting his head and covering his mouth and nose with his hand. "Instructor, how many cloves of garlic did you eat yesterday?"
Kuro Sijin suddenly exhaled sharply: "Damn it, I ate garlic essence!"
As they spoke, more people began to come out one after another. This time, six more were eliminated, including three women. The entire team was left with only 80 people, with only Qin Wen and Shi Qing remaining alongside Zhang Yang.
"Ten kilometers in one hour. Exceeding the time means elimination! Leaving the track means elimination!" Kuro Sijin shouted.
Leading them into the jungle behind the building and dormitory, they discovered another vast area surrounded by a track. However, this track was not 400 meters but rather 1,000 meters long; running 10 laps would cover exactly 10 kilometers.
Running 10 kilometers in an hour seemed relatively relaxed. However, upon arriving at the venue and under the dim light, everyone could see that there were ditches, trenches, and obstacles on the field. No wonder Kuro Sijin added that line about being eliminated for leaving the track.
Looking at the wide track filled with obstacles, Zhang Yang felt a surge of energy within him as images of towering mountains and roaring rivers suddenly appeared in his mind.
He took a deep breath and suddenly sprinted forward; wind rushed past his feet as he leaped over a three-meter-wide trench and charged up a two-meter-high obstacle wall. The balance beam and barbed wire seemed like mere trifles. As he moved swiftly, his posture was graceful without any sense of stagnation; his long hair flowed behind him elegantly!
The other trainees watched in awe as if they could hear Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus" playing in their ears:
Nothing can stop your yearning for freedom, your boundless life, and your carefree heart...
Until Kuro Sijin shouted, "Are you all planning to be eliminated?" Only then did everyone wake up from their stupor and start moving.
Zhang Yang ran faster and faster, a white mist rising above his head, quickly completing ten laps. But it seemed he couldn't stop; with a leap, he landed in the center of the field, his body began to dance, the orange Blade on his forehead glimmering slightly under the sweat. In the end, with a long howl, he was drenched in sweat, feeling incredibly refreshed.
"I've seen someone like this before," Kuro Sijin gasped at the edge of the field, as if speaking to himself or to the jungle beside him.
"What?" the jungle exclaimed.
"Eight years ago, during a mission to crack down on drug traffickers at Southwestern Border, the Red Fox Assault Team sent out all 14 members, surrounding and annihilating all the traffickers. While we were clearing the battlefield, there was a shadow moving in the woods. One of our team members quickly fired a shot. When we encircled it, we discovered it was an old woman who had been shot in the upper left arm, blood gushing out."
"The team member who fired felt some regret; looking at the old woman's appearance, she seemed like a villager who had gone up the mountain to gather herbs. The old woman tapped her left upper arm a few times with her right index finger, and surprisingly, the bullet popped out. Then she took out a small porcelain bottle and applied some sticky medicine to her wound, stopping the bleeding."
"The team member was about to apologize when suddenly that old woman reached out her right hand and grabbed into thin air. From three or four meters away, that team member was pulled directly over, then lifted by the neck into the air while his feet flailed helplessly below him without any power to resist."
"We were all armed with submachine guns and raised our weapons together; however, our team member was in front of the old woman and couldn't shoot. Then she casually tossed that team member to the ground; we rushed over but he had already passed away. Soon after, someone opened fire unexpectedly, but that old woman drew out a long metal feather from her waist and waved it like a flash of light, deflecting the bullets..."
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