64: Do you think I'm an actor?

At this moment, it was late-night surprise military training.

The other new students were all sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, but their gazes were fixed on the center of the field.

A major drama was unfolding there.

These new students had never imagined that, having become quasi-Martial Artists, they could already achieve a certain status in society and speak with unbridled arrogance.

But during military training, in the eyes of the officers, they were harshly scolded as “trash”!

Such words were exceptionally jarring.

Especially for Qi Chuanyu and others, whose Martial Arts scores were exceptionally impressive, they were existences that other students looked up to.

Yet, to the officers, their evaluation consisted of only two words: trash!

At this moment, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan stood up under the gaze of many students.

He looked at Shen Bei.

“Are you all very unconvinced?”

No one made a sound.

“Come, I’ll give you an opportunity. All five of you come at me together. As long as one of you can hit me once, today’s matter will be over.”

After General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and stood there.

Not far from the center of the field, a group of instructors were watching with great interest.

“Old Cheng is at it again.”

“Yeah, after all these years, it’s still the same routine: high pressure, then even higher pressure, first beating people down into the dirt… then showing them what a master looks like, giving them hope.”

“Hmm, by the way, when Captain Cheng trained new students in other cities, did anyone ever hit him?”

“How could that be? General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan is a Third-Rank Martial Artist, alright? He’s been cutting down Vicious Beasts and Stranger in the Catacombs for over a decade. Do you think he’s fallen behind just because he’s been an instructor for a few years?”

“Haha, these new students are just quasi-Martial Artists with qualified attributes. They’re not even First-Rank Martial Artists. How could they hit Captain Cheng?”

The other new students, hearing the instructors’ whispers, grew even more curious and admiring.

To put it bluntly.

Every single new student present, after graduating from Lingnan City Martial Arts University, would be lucky to reach Second-Rank Martial Artist.

At Provincial Capital Martial Arts University, the pressure was even greater.

It was highly probable that they would spend their entire lives and only ever reach Second-Rank Martial Artist.

Third-Rank Martial Artists were worthy of the new students’ admiration and respect.

Of course, this wasn’t the most important thing.

What was important was that General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan had been fighting in the Catacombs for over ten years, and he was still alive!

The first lesson the new students saw at the opening ceremony was the brutality of the Catacomb battles.

Those scenes were the kind that could wake you up from a nightmare!

And General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan had fought countless battles in the Catacombs.

The fact that he hadn't lost an arm or a leg indicated that his combat experience was extraordinarily high!

“What, are you scared?!”

In the center of the field, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s condescending gaze swept around, then he said, “Give these trash a stick, and they’ll be afraid of hurting their hands.”

“Clatter.” An officer nearby threw a wooden stick onto the ground.

“Pick it up, hit me, and then you can go back to sleep.”

No one moved.

“…Trash, cowards, garbage.”

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan cursed, then randomly picked someone, forcefully pushing the stick into his hand, “Take it. If you don’t even have this much courage, can you stand before the Stranger?”

“You motherfucker!” General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan cursed, “When those Stranger rushed out of the Catacombs and caused chaos, even ordinary local residents dared to pick up bricks and throw them. As a quasi-Martial Artist, you don’t even dare to pick up a stick?”

“Why don’t you just die?!”

Niu Yanben defended himself, “You are a Third-Rank Martial Artist, and I am merely a quasi-Martial Artist. I don’t know anything. Your demands are too high!”

“High?” General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan roared, “When the Stranger are slaughtering, will they not kill you just because you are a quasi-Martial Artist?!”

“When all of us graded Martial Artists are dead, and it’s your turn to go to the battlefield, how will you protect your home and country?!”

“Disappointment! You truly disappoint me!”

“If the nation’s defense mission is handed over to you bunch of trash, the country will cease to be a country!”

Niu Yanben hugged his hands, refusing to take it, and the stick fell to the ground.

“If you don’t dare to take it, then admit it, you are trash.”

“I, I am trash.”

At that moment, no one saw the disappointment and pain on General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s face.

“I’ll do it.”

Liao Zhongyang walked over, picked up the stick, held it in his hand, and looked at General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan.

“Come.” General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan stood ready in front of him.

“Ah~” Liao Zhongyang roared, swinging the stick wildly at General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan.

Liao Zhongyang had Cultivated his basic skills in advance.

His stick-wielding was somewhat systematic.

“Go to hell, you trash! I’m not trash!”

Dodge, dodge, and dodge again.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan did not make any significant movements.

Almost every time, it seemed like it would hit, but every time, the stick grazed his body and missed.

It was evident that General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s mastery of his own basic control had reached an extraordinary level!

Liao Zhongyang was drenched in sweat, hunched over and panting.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan gave him a cold glance, then nodded.

He turned to look at the others and asked, “Who else wants to try?”

“I’ll give it a try.”

Du Ziteng seemed to have studied Martial Skill, but he hadn’t reached a specialized level yet.

His attacks were primarily thrusts, but the result was still the same: not a single hit.

He was in a similar state to Liao Zhongyang.

Finally, an impatient General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan kicked him down.

“You see, it’s because you were noisy and fought during military training that you’re in this state now.”

Taking the stick back into his hand, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan walked up to Qi Chuanyu: “Don’t you feel guilty? Aren’t you going to do something?”

Qi Chuanyu was like a woman, with a sense of déjà vu as if he was about to cry: “I was wrong, I was really wrong, no, no!”

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan gave him a disdainful look, turned around, and said, “A bunch of cowar—”

He hadn’t finished speaking.

A cold smile appeared on Qi Chuanyu’s lips, taking advantage of General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s unguarded moment.

He quickly grabbed the stick and swung it directly in a backhand strike.

Whoosh—

“Damn it! I was just putting on a show for you, and you took it seriously? Did you really think I couldn’t hit you? A sneak attack!”

It must be said that once Qi Chuanyu’s mischievous thoughts surfaced, he disguised himself very well.

After showing weakness, he suddenly erupted with a sneak attack.

When this stick was swung, even the officers nearby exclaimed:

“Holy cow! This guy… is too insidious!”

“The battlefield is ever-changing; as long as the moves are effective, that’s enough.”

“It seems Captain Cheng is going to fall.”

…

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s ears twitched, and the strong wind from behind pressed in, vibrating his eardrums.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan remained calm, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, casually leaning back with his hands clasped behind him, dodging the attack.

He dodged it!

The new students on the scene let out a resounding gasp.

“Again.” General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan turned around, his face showing no annoyance, but rather a playful smile as he hooked his finger.

Qi Chuanyu licked his lips, his verbal attacks relentless: “You’re just an instructor, what’s so great about that! Let’s see how long you can dodge!”

Qi Chuanyu swung the wooden stick down again.

Missed.

“Trash.”

Missed.

“Are you tired? Trash.”

Missed.

“Go tell the Stranger you’re tired, kneel down, beg it, and see if it works.”

Missed.

“Trash, you will kill your future teammates, you will, understand? You definitely will, because trash like you will kill all of us.”

Missed.

…

Qi Chuanyu was so exhausted he could barely move, but General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan kept provoking him again and again, humiliating him over and over.

Until Qi Chuanyu, lying on the ground, couldn’t move a single finger.

“Is this what a Martial Artist is like…”

Qi Chuanyu muttered to himself.

For him, although there were Martial Artists among his elders, he had never actually fought with one.

To put it bluntly, a Third-Rank Martial Artist against a quasi-Martial Artist was like a Martial Artist against a civilian…

And in the distance, the whistles and laughter of the instructors rang out…

“Next up…”

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan snatched the stick from Qi Chuanyu’s hand and tossed it to Shen Bei, who was standing to the side.

“Come.”

“Bang.”

The entire scene, far and near.

New students, the Unlucky Four, instructors.

Everyone… was silent.