65: Why did this idiot suddenly become so immature?

Just now, the atmosphere at the military training site was already very tense, with a strong sense of oppression.

Then Instructor General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan kept provoking Qi Chuanyu with words, constantly humiliating him, and the process had a continuous escalation in rhythm and degree, causing the entire atmosphere and emotions on site to continue to build up.

After that, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan bent down, pulled the wooden stick from Qi Chuanyu's hand who was lying on the ground, and threw it to Shen Bei, who was standing to his side and slightly behind, saying, “Come on,” as he turned.

Bang.

It hit.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan's face was full of shock, his pupils suddenly constricted.

He tried to recall the entire process, then slowly raised his hand, carefully touched his scalp, and hissed, it was a bit swollen.

Of course, after more than ten years of combat, it wasn't enough to cause serious injury.

“That fast? Or was I too relaxed?”

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan looked up, glanced at Shen Bei, his gaze cold with a hint of confusion.

He was a Third-Rank Martial Artist!

Shen Bei was only a quasi-Martial Artist.

How could he hit him?

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan racked his brain but couldn't figure it out. It wasn't just Shen Bei, but also the Unlucky Four, every single one of them.

They had already undergone Qi Refining and bone tempering before the Martial Arts Exam.

However, the Unlucky Four were just progressing slowly.

They had not been able to Breakthrough to become a First-Rank Martial Artist yet.

But Shen Bei… because of the attributes provided by the daily settlement panel, he not only Breakthrough to a Martial Artist, but also mastered Martial Skills!

A genuine First-Rank Martial Artist.

If they were in a life-or-death battle, it would be quite difficult for Shen Bei to even touch a single hair on General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan.

But this was military training, and General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan looked down on the new students!

His carelessness and disdain led to a hard blow to his forehead.

Amidst the silence.

“…Cough, cough cough… gurgle gurgle gurgle…”

A strange laugh, seemingly containing various emotions such as “weakness,” “suppression,” “uncontrollable,” and “satisfaction,” came from Qi Chuanyu, who was lying on the ground, breaking the silence.

The other new students and officers on the scene were also stunned, their expressions shaken, and they all turned their gaze to Shen Bei.

Their gaze conveyed an extremely complex range of emotions.

There was envy, surprise, shock, incomprehension, jealousy…

Finally, in the oppressive silence, the crowd erupted in a clamorous shock:

“Hiss!!! How is this possible! A new student actually hit Instructor Cheng?!”

“Damn it, I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming!”

“We were just setting up a flag, and in the blink of an eye, the slap came too fast, didn’t it?”

“Holy crap, is Shen Bei, the Champion, that fierce?”

“What just happened? A quasi-Martial Artist actually hit a Third-Rank Martial Artist?!”

“Good heavens, I’m starting to not understand this world…”

…

Waves of chattering, like a tsunami, were incessant.

This was as absurd as a commoner knocking down a Martial Artist with a brick.

Martial Artists were not those fragile college students!

The entire venue was shocked!

At this moment, in the center of the training ground, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan slowly raised his head, a slight smile on his lips, and sighed softly, saying, “Again.”

Again?

Shen Bei frowned.

He also had doubts in his heart.

Although he had spent very little time doing odd jobs these past few days.

He hadn't kept track of how many attribute points he had gained.

Had his attributes already skyrocketed?

He needed to get it checked when he had time.

But facing General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s aggressiveness, Shen Bei felt eager to try.

This kind of situation, without the worry of life and death, could allow him to understand the gap between himself and a Third-Rank Martial Artist.

To others, Shen Bei was fighting to avoid military training.

But in reality, their perspective was too narrow.

Shen Bei wanted to test his own strength!

With that thought, Shen Bei indeed made his move!

Whoosh.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan concentrated, dodged, and thought, “Not bad, not slow at all.”

“Again.”

Whoosh.

“Again.”

Whoosh.

Many people probably secretly hoped for another hit, including Qi Chuanyu and the other members of the Unlucky Four.

Even the other officers standing by, because that would make today seem even more absurd and interesting.

But there was no…

“Slap.”

Another time, the empty stick in Shen Bei's hand was grabbed by General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan.

Then, a sudden pulling force erupted from the stick.

Shen Bei decisively let go.

But almost simultaneously, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s left hand had already reached for his collar.

Shen Bei tried his best to dodge to the side.

But it was no use.

The speed was simply too fast.

So fast that Shen Bei's vision blurred, and he didn't even know what had happened.

General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan’s hand changed trajectory midway, even appearing as an afterimage. To put it simply, it was just fast, astonishingly fast, leaving no room to evade.

The rapidly moving arm precisely grabbed Shen Bei’s collar horizontally.

Then, with a pull and a release, his left fist snapped out like a powerful, elastic whip…

Bang, Shen Bei, temporarily losing his balance from the pull, took a punch to his left shoulder.

Instructor Cheng certainly held back his strength, but Shen Bei still stumbled.

Immediately after, with almost no time to react, “Whoosh,” Chief Instructor General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan, who was definitely over 1.9 meters tall, directly swept his right leg at a new student.

In his haste and surprise, Shen Bei only managed to raise his arms to block.

“Thump.”

The kick connected.

He was swept away, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

In the renewed silence, Shen Bei struggled to get up from the ground, brushed the dirt off himself, and looked up, his gaze somewhat bewildered as he stared at Chief Instructor Cheng, who had just attacked so fiercely.

All the new students in the audience found it hard to believe: “As expected of the devil instructor, is he really that ill-mannered? Directly retaliating on the spot.”

“What are you looking at?!” General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan suddenly shouted, “I said that if you hit me, today’s matter would be over, did I say I wouldn’t fight back?!”

“…Go back to sleep.”

With that, General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan turned and left the training ground with a grim face.

Two officers quickly followed.

On the training ground, the other students scattered, rushing back to catch up on sleep.

Meanwhile, Shen Bei shook his arm, pondering: If General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan were truly an enemy today, trying to kill me, would I have had any chance to resist or escape?

He meticulously reviewed the recent events, and the answer was: no.

Shen Bei had to admit, this was the gap.

The suppression of different Martial Artist levels.

Difficult to overcome.

Shen Bei let out a light breath, his gaze gradually becoming resolute.

“I still need to reach higher levels of Martial Artist to have a true foundation.”

“At least, at least a Third-Rank Martial Artist!”

According to Shen Bei’s understanding, a Third-Rank Martial Artist could ignore firearms.

To be precise, it wasn't complete disregard, but rather, bullets hitting the body would at most cause superficial wounds and bleeding, having little impact.

Or, if extremely unlucky, a bullet might get lodged in a bone.

But it wouldn't pose a fatal threat.

However, First Grade and Second-Rank Martial Artists were still somewhat weak.

The path to becoming stronger only had two points: working and Cultivating!

“Shen Bei.”

Jian Tong was the first to run over, examining him up and down: “Are you okay? This instructor is really ill-mannered.”

Shen Bei showed his white teeth: “Right? In comparison, my character practically shines.”

“Stop flattering yourself, hurry back to catch up on sleep. Who knows when this perverted instructor will torment us again.”

Jian Tong informed him, then left with her roommate.

The Unlucky Four also gathered around.

Niu Yanben started showing off again: “You’ve hogged all the glory, so annoying.”

Qi Chuanyu immediately cursed: “You spineless good-for-nothing!”

“Who are you talking about?!”

“Didn’t you say it, that you’re a good-for-nothing!”

Niu Yanben gritted his teeth, flung his arm, and turned to leave, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Du Ziteng pointed at Qi Chuanyu and scolded: “This is called a wise man submits to circumstances. Guts are important, but life is more cost-effective! What do you know?!”

Qi Chuanyu snorted.

Liao Zhongyang scratched his head, looked at Shen Bei with some apprehension, and left one after the other with Du Ziteng.

Finally, Qi Chuanyu said in a tone that was both unconvinced and somewhat envious and resentful:

“Shen Bei, you’re amazing. You Breakthrough to a Martial Artist without a sound?”

“Just you wait, I’ll let you get a head start.”

“I’ll definitely surpass you!”

Shen Bei: …

Why did this idiot suddenly become so chuunibyou?