Yan Chengwu, towering at over 1.8 meters, boasted a powerful physique and an extraordinarily intimidating presence.

Ordinary soldiers, subjected to his fierce and stern chastisement, would naturally become submissive.

However, Long Xia just chuckled coldly, sizing up Wei Chengwu from head to toe.

"Instructor, may I ask what you're best at?"

Yan Chengwu snorted, "Special Forces combat demands comprehensive combat skills.

"If I really had to mention a specialty, I'd say I am quite good at gun assembly and disassembly, and my close-quarters combat is passable."

Within the ranks, there was a stir among everyone.

Gun assembly and disassembly is a technical skill that can't be performed quickly without systematic training and rigorous practice.

And given Yan Chengwu's muscular build, his close-quarters combat was bound to be extremely formidable.

The majority did not favor Long Xia's chances.

The Blood-colored Army Knife is a top-tier Special Forces unit in the country.

Could anyone who comes from there be weak?

"This guy is gonna have a bad time, not understanding the rules. Clashing with the instructor on his first day."

"Really too ignorant of how things work here. This is a Special Forces training area, and the instructor is from the Blood-colored Army Knife Special Forces. This guy is just asking for trouble."

"It's all part of the usual drill; just endure the three hundred penalizing sticks and it'll pass. Now he's just unlucky."

...

Amidst the crowd, many soldiers were gossiping.

Some were worried, some sympathetic, others schadenfreude.

Amongst these people, only the rascals of the Changfeng Cooking Class seemed unconcerned.

Everyone cocked an eye, arms folded, corners of their mouths twisted in a mischievous grin, looking as if they were watching a great drama unfold.

Three Swords was steady; he kept giving Long Xia meaningful glances, but Long Xia pretended not to notice.

Long Xia chuckled, but his fierce face showed not a trace of a smile.

"Instructor, let's make it clear beforehand. If you lose, you can't give me a hard time, nor can you snitch to our superiors."

Everyone was startled by Long Xia's statement.

Many whispered among themselves, laughing at Long Xia's lack of awareness of his own limits.

Yan Chengwu gave a cold laugh, "You're quite confident, aren't you?"

"Don't worry, if you have the skill to beat me, I'll swallow my teeth along with the blood and just admit my bad luck."

"However, if you lose, you'll have to complete double the training tasks set for today."

Long Xia smiled faintly.

"Good, let's start with today's training exercises then. If I pass, I won't be joining you for training anymore."

Yan Chengwu, furious but amused, said, "Fine, you've got guts, let's start."

Immediately, Yan Chengwu took out a stopwatch and instructed a soldier to keep time.

He also took two automatic rifles to be used as props for the contest.

The timekeeping soldier, eyes glued to the stopwatch, swung his left hand down: "Start!"

Long Xia instantly got to work.

The sound of clattering filled the air as pieces of the automatic rifle fell to the ground like hail, scattering in all directions.

The timekeeping soldier's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Long Xia had disassembled the gun in less than a minute.

Long Xia began to reassemble the gun, not bothering to pick up the pieces but instead scraping them together on the ground, his hands moving in a blur of motion.

With several clicks, an automatic rifle was reassembled in his hands.

Long Xia carelessly blew into the barrel and aimed the black muzzle directly at Yan Chengwu.

At that moment, Yan Chengwu had just finished disassembling his rifle, barely starting to put it back together.

Long Xia's rifle chamber was empty of bullets.

But Yan Chengwu acted as if a bullet had blown his brain out.

His forehead buzzed, and he stiffened.

Yan Chengwu was well aware that if this were a battlefield, he would have been dead.

The other soldiers were also dumbstruck.

No one could have expected.

That this unremarkable-looking man would possess such miraculous gun assembly and disassembly skills. His speed was at least twice as fast as the instructor's, completing the entire process in less than three minutes.

"Fuck, what an eye-opener, this guy is from the 004 Cooking Class, right? The lad who handles the ladle is this good?"

"He's too fast, I couldn't see clearly at all, such perverted skill!"

"Hehe, look at the instructor's face, it's about to drip water."

...

The bunch of despicable guys from the Changfeng Cooking Class were all covering their mouths, trying hard not to burst out laughing and hurt themselves internally.

The Changfeng Bodyguards' technique of disassembling and assembling guns was personally taught by the Chief Instructor.

How could this guy possibly compare to Long Xia?

Long Xia looked at Yan Chengwu indifferently.

"Let's not compare close-quarters combat, I'm afraid I might hurt you."

Yan Chengwu's brain went blank.

Long Xia's hand speed was indescribably fast, and he had lost so miserably in his area of expertise.

This guy's hand speed was astonishing, yet his mouth could infuriate people to death.

Yan Chengwu was almost angered to the point of spitting blood.

He struggled to suppress the rage in his heart and nodded in appreciation.

"Not bad, very professional technique. Let me try how well you've trained in military boxing?"

Long Xia shook his head. "No good, our instructor won't allow me to fight."

"It wouldn't end well if I hurt you later on."

Long Xia was straightforward and honest, he was just voicing his concerns.

However, he had no idea that his honest words were like the cruelest taunt in the world to Yan Chengwu.

That's just fucking bullying.

Yan Chengwu clenched his teeth, trying his best to maintain a smile on his face.

"Come on, let's spar, actions speak louder than words."

"I also want to witness just how formidable our Cooking Squad warriors are."

Long Xia, not good with words, refused a couple of times.

Unable to refuse any further, he reluctantly stepped back and said slowly.

"If that's the case, then come on, I'll try my best to ensure I don't hurt you."

Upon hearing this, Yan Chengwu nearly went insane.

It was unclear whether this guy was truly insane or just playing dumb.

Every single sentence of his carried an overly cautious tone, as if he were afraid to hurt someone.

What did he think of himself? A weak and naive baby?

Yan Chengwu shouted and lunged at Long Xia.

His Fist Technique was the typical military boxing style.

The moves might have been simple, but each one was powerful.

Under Yan Chengwu's attack, Long Xia evaded and dodged, but he just wouldn't strike back.

Yan Chengwu almost ground his teeth to pieces.

"What the fuck are you doing, hit me."

Long Xia's deliberate evasion made Yan Chengwu even more humiliated and angrier.

He had barely finished his sentence when Long Xia caught his fist and twisted it against the joint.

Crack!

Yan Chengwu's wrist was immediately dislocated.

The moment Long Xia struck, he couldn't hold back, and with several crackling noises, Yan Chengwu's elbow, shoulder joints, and left knee were all broken by Long Xia.

Yan Chengwu's body went limp and fell to the ground; his eyes were incredulously wide as he stared at Long Xia.

He still didn't understand how he had been hit, as if he had been struck by some sorcery.

The skill Long Xia had demonstrated was the Grasping Hand Technique taught by Yang Fei, known as the Chasing Star Hand.

Once the Chasing Star Hand was deployed, it would flow with the momentum, with an unending offensive.

That's why Yan Chengwu had several joints dislocated at the same time within a split second.

Everyone's mouths were agape, their eyes in disbelief as they looked at Long Xia.

This little Cook Soldier truly was a fucking monster.

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