162: Pan Han Dacheng

"Oh, you're such a scoundrel!" Cheng Xiao came to her senses, her face even redder, and reached into Pan Han's pocket.

"Miss, you mustn't, you mustn't!" Pan Han's body had just recovered from the soreness, and he didn't have the extra energy to make love.

"I got it, look how scared you are. It's best for you to abstain from sex for a while. Keep your energy high and your will firm." Cheng Xiao immediately withdrew her hands.

"I'll try!"

"Go to hell!"

"Ouch!"

...

For the next twenty-odd days, Pan Han found the feeling of his previous job, a three-point-one-line routine, sticking to 996.

He trained his physique for the apocalypse, moved supplies at his old home, and researched filming in the capital.

Scientific research has found that a good habit can definitely be formed within 21 days.

Pan Han was no exception; he became a training fanatic.

Every morning, he would run 100,000 meters first, then come back to eat. Afterward, it was 2 hours of physical training, and 2 hours of combat and firearms training. After lunch, he would take a short break, then run another 100,000 meters, followed by a 3,000-meter swim, and then 1 hour of yoga. After dinner, he would practice throwing knives, archery, stone throwing, and other hidden weapons, followed by another 100,000 meters. At night, he would wake up irregularly, usually to do a 5-kilometer armed swim.

In between, he also studied electrical knowledge, mechanical common sense, simple first aid knowledge, and so on.

He didn't stop training until 2 days before the Trial, entering a period of rest.

At this time, Pan Han's various physical skills reached their optimal state, his muscles were as hard as iron, he could run 100 meters in under 4 seconds, and high jump and long jump were even easier for him.

More importantly, he was now also a sharpshooter, a Mozambique drill master, a hidden weapon master, a combat master, and a swimming master.

If Pan Han were to transmigrate to a cultivation world now and PK with low-to-mid-level Qi Cultivation cultivators, he should be able to retreat unscathed.

This morning, Pan Han woke up naturally, stretched, and took a deep breath of the apocalypse air.

After eating, he prepared for a graduation exercise; the Dawn Squad and others were going to spar with him.

During the previous meeting, each member of the Dawn Squad expressed their determination to use their best abilities to gang up on Pan Han, ensuring a realistic combat atmosphere.

When they spoke, everyone's expressions were unusually solemn, but Pan Han had already seen that they were secretly overjoyed.

"Then let's do it! It's better to be beaten by family in the base than to be beaten by outsiders outside." Pan Han flipped over, got out of bed, got dressed, took a cool shower, and headed straight to the hall to eat.

Cheng Xiao was preparing breakfast in the hall at this time, and Qin Zhong and the other brothers also arrived one after another.

"Seventh Sister, did the Commander rest well last night? You didn't give him a hard time, did you?" Sixth Brother picked up a tea egg and swallowed it whole.

"You hurry up and eat, eating won't shut your mouth." Cheng Xiao stuffed a few more tea eggs into him and told him to go hide.

"I'm just afraid the Commander won't be stable later. Hehe." Sixth Brother finished his teasing and stopped talking, sitting on the sofa to eat breakfast.

"I haven't moved in a long time. Today, I'll spar with the Commander." Fifth Brother had already recovered from his injuries, and he had secretly practiced several combo moves these past few days.

"Big Brother, are you ready?" Third Brother was polishing his leather shoes nearby, asking Qin Zhong next to him.

"Big Brother?"

"Big Brother?"

Third Brother saw Big Brother squinting his eyes, motionless, as if he had been acupunctured.

"Hmm, I'm fine." Qin Zhong remained still, his eyes still closed, just humming casually.

"Big Brother, what's wrong?" Third Brother, Sixth Brother, and Fifth Brother all gathered around.

"I'm accumulating strength! I'm going to give the Commander a full-force blow later. This punch has thirty years of power; I wonder if he can withstand it." Qin Zhong said steadily, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Big Brother, you should take it easy. Don't hurt the Commander." Cheng Xiao heard this and was a little worried about Pan Han, wanting Big Brother to go easy.

"Seventh Sister, don't be a woman of compassion. If we go to the Trial, it might harm the Commander." Second Sister put down the food in her hand and pulled Cheng Xiao, saying.

Although Second Sister was also a woman, she had no romantic feelings for Pan Han, so she viewed things relatively objectively.

"Oh, Second Sister, I know. But..." Cheng Xiao hesitated, a little conflicted.

How could she not know the dangers outside, but if Pan Han were to get injured on the spot, wouldn't all the training be for nothing?

"Seventh Sister, don't worry. I can feel the Commander's aura; it's overwhelming and very terrifying." Qin Zhong slowly opened his eyes, his expression solemn as he spoke.

"I'm here to eat. What's for breakfast this morning?" At this moment, Pan Han came down from the second floor, completely stable!

His gaze was sharp, his expression relaxed, moving like a startled rabbit, astonishing like a swimming dragon, with an air of rebirth that pressed upon everyone.

"Such a powerful aura!" Cheng Xiao looked at Pan Han, as if a king had returned.

At this moment, Qin Zhong smiled slightly and gave Sixth Brother a look.

The other person immediately understood and then brought a plate of breakfast to Pan Han.

"Commander, your breakfast." Sixth Brother presented it with both hands, bowing slightly.

"Thank you, Sixth Brother." Pan Han smiled slightly, took the plate with one hand, and quickly scanned it to see what was there.

Suddenly, Sixth Brother's back sank hard, and his right hand moved slightly, a short-handled dagger shot out from behind him, heading straight for Pan Han's throat!

"Hmph, mere child's play!" Pan Han snorted lightly, and with his other hand, he lightning-fast pinched the flying dagger.

Clap, clap, clap, clap!

A round of applause erupted, and the Dawn Squad was shocked by Pan Han's reaction speed.

There was no warning beforehand, the distance was so close, and the speed was so fast, yet he could still catch it so steadily.

One might ask, besides Pan Han, who else on the scene could do it?

"Ah! Sixth Brother, are you crazy! What if you stabbed the Commander!" Cheng Xiao kicked Sixth Brother away and quickly rushed to Pan Han, taking the dagger from his hand.

"It's fine! Don't worry about me, this small scene won't trouble me." Pan Han patted Cheng Xiao's head, comforting her.

"Seventh Sister! When we get to the Trial grounds, I guarantee someone will ambush the Commander. Since it's an ambush, they definitely won't tell him beforehand. Calm down." Qin Zhong saw that Cheng Xiao was still confused and scolded her coldly.

"Battalion Commander Qin is right, Cheng Xiao, you may step down." Pan Han pushed Cheng Xiao away and walked straight to the sofa, eating breakfast casually.

"What other moves do you have? Just use them. Those who don't use their full strength will have their supplies halved!" Pan Han said as he ate, without looking up.

"Commander, then I apologize." At this moment, Fifth Brother received another look from Qin Zhong, cupped his fists, and rushed forward with a fierce stride.

Bang! Pan Han still didn't look up, but he threw a punch at just the right moment, sending Fifth Brother flying five meters away.

"Ouch! Pfft!" Fifth Brother cried out in pain, a muffled groan, and blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Second Sister saw this and quickly rushed over to check his injuries; Fifth Brother had just recovered, so they needed to be cautious.

"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother!" Qin Zhong was secretly amazed; Pan Han easily defused two moves. It seemed he had to directly initiate the gang-up plan.

"Commander, I apologize!" The three said in unison, then surrounded Pan Han.

Pan Han still didn't look up but took a big bite of a steamed bun and said, "If the plate drops, I lose."