10: Chapter 10, "The Aesthetics of Violence," shocked the entire audience!

Inside the military training command center, a massive electronic screen was divided into dozens of small grids, displaying the real-time dynamics of each exercise area.

The blue dots representing the freshman squads were extinguishing one by one at a visible rate, turning into the grey color that signified elimination.

Company Commander Zhou Hailong held a cup of hot tea, leaning back leisurely in his chair.

"How is it going? Old Li, how many are left in your company?"

An instructor beside him shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Only one lone survivor is left, and I doubt it will last much longer. These veteran soldiers are playing too dirty; it's practically a dimensional strike."

"That's normal. If you don't let them feel pain, they will never know what a battlefield is."

Company Commander Zhou Hailong took a sip of tea, completely unsurprised by this result.

The performance of this group of freshmen was just as lackluster as he had expected.

Suddenly, the technician in charge of monitoring let out a cry of surprise.

"Eh? Company Commander Zhou, look at the Seventh Squad!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's gaze swept over, and he almost spat out the tea in his mouth.

He saw that on the screen, the five blue dots representing the Seventh Squad were still shining stubbornly.

Not only was no one missing, but one of the red dots representing the opposing veteran soldiers around them had just gone out!

"What is going on?"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong stood up abruptly and leaned in toward the screen.

The other instructors in the command center who had been watching the spectacle also gathered around.

"Am I seeing this right? Is that the Seventh Squad? The one known as the 'Wolong and Fengchu' team?"

"I know this team; I have a deep impression of that kid, Qin Feng."

"A monster leading a reckless brute, a fatty, a chatterbox, and a nearsighted kid... how could this lineup possibly counter-kill the veterans?"

"This is truly a pleasant surprise."

Company Commander Zhou Hailong issued an order.

"Pull up the detailed combat footage of area A3! Quickly!"

Soon, that earth-shattering shot by Qin Feng was clearly presented before everyone.

From the stealth, to the instantaneous target locking, and then to that inconceivable quick-scope counter-kill.

The entire process had not a single wasted movement. It was calm, precise, and efficient, full of the aesthetic of violence.

The command center fell into a deathly silence.

All the instructors were so shocked their mouths hung open, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The teacup in Company Commander Zhou Hailong's hand had tilted unconsciously, and boiling tea spilled all over his hand, yet he didn't notice at all.

His eyes were fixed intently on the screen, watching Qin Feng, who was commanding the entire team and calmly issuing orders.

This... is he really just a freshman who spent two years repeating a grade?

This tactical literacy, this on-the-spot reaction, this marksmanship! If you threw him into the Marine Corps, he would still be top-tier material!

"Switch the Seventh Squad to the main screen! I want to see how they fight next!"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong's voice carried a trace of uncontrollable trembling. He knew he might have discovered an extraordinary treasure.

In the jungle, Zhao Hu, following Qin Feng's instructions, poured firepower crazily at that rock.

"Rat-tat-tat!" The laser beams made sparks fly off the rock.

Li Lang also brought his talent for trash-talking into play, hiding in the bushes and outputting frantically using every vocabulary word he had learned in his life.

"You grandsons on the other side! Your grandpa is right here! If you have the guts, come over and fight me one-on-one!"

"Come on! You've been surrounded by me alone! If you know what's good for you, surrender quickly!"

His sharp and obnoxious voice was highly penetrating and successfully attracted the attention of two veteran soldiers.

"Boss, it looks like their main force is over there."

"Who cares? Take out that fire support point first!"

The two veterans exchanged a glance and began to quietly flank toward Zhao Hu's position.

They completely failed to notice a ghost-like figure, who was taking advantage of the cover provided by the gunfire and shouting, approaching silently from the shadows on their flank.

It was Qin Feng. When he moved, his feet didn't make a single sound, and the rise and fall of his body merged with the breathing of the jungle.

His eyes locked onto the two veterans who were sneaking forward. Distance: fifty meters. Forty meters. Thirty meters.

Just as the two veterans were about to enter the optimal attack position, Qin Feng moved.

He didn't fire his weapon. Instead, he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it with all his might toward a bush ten meters to their left.

"Snap!" A soft sound.

"Who?!"

The two veterans subconsciously turned their gun barrels toward the source of the sound. This was it!

Qin Feng's figure erupted from the shadows, and the laser rifle in his hand fired two precise shots in an instant.

"Bang! Bang!" Both veterans' bodies stiffened simultaneously, and the red lights on their sensor vests lit up.

They didn't understand until they died how they had been exposed.

After taking care of the two, Qin Feng didn't pause for even a second, performing a tactical roll and disappearing back into the jungle.

"Zhao Hu, cease fire! Converge on me!" His voice was transmitted clearly to every team member's ear through the individual throat microphone.

Zhao Hu stopped shooting mechanically, his brain still a complete blank. That was... two more taken out?

He looked in the direction where Qin Feng had disappeared, and for the first time, awe appeared in his eyes.

On the other side, Li Lang was still shouting enthusiastically.

"Grandsons! Why aren't you talking anymore? Scared? Let me tell you, I alone can take down an entire company of you..."

"Shut up, come back." Qin Feng's icy voice interrupted his spell-casting.

Li Lang sheepishly shut his mouth and scurried back. Soon, the five of them regrouped.

Except for Qin Feng, the way the other four people looked at him had completely changed. Shock! Confusion! Adoration! And a trace of fear!

"What... what do we do now?" Sun Zhengyi asked in a low voice, holding onto Qin Feng's arm.

Qin Feng glanced at the map and then at the sky; it was getting dark.

"They have three people left, and they surely know by now that we are not easy to deal with and are regrouping." His finger traced across the map.

"We won't go looking for them; we'll let them come to us." A cold arc curled at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

"Next, we'll play something that requires a bit more technical skill."

He began to assign tasks, his voice clear and steady.

"Fatty, take out everything you have on you that's edible and place it in the middle of that small path."

"Huh? Why?" Liu Wei looked confused.

"Don't ask, just do it."

"Zhao Hu, go cut some vines; the stronger, the better."

"Li Lang, you go find some dry leaves and thin branches."

"Sun Zhengyi, you stay by my side and be my eyes."

Although they didn't know what Qin Feng was planning, this time, no one dared to question him. They began to act according to their assigned duties.

In Zhao Hu and Li Lang's hearts, even greater waves were crashing.

This "repeating loser" whom they had always looked down upon was simply not in the same dimension as them. That level of control over the battlefield, that aura of decisive lethality.

How is this a student? This is clearly a real, battle-hardened warrior!

There were even rumors saying that Qin Feng had repeated two years just to fawn over his first love, all to get into Qingteng University. Could such a person be a simp? It's inconceivable!