The clash between Long Ya and the Flying Eagles was inevitable, as it was a decision made by the higher-ups. Even if the Flying Eagles were delayed by a mission during the competition, they would still have to face Long Ya in battle once they returned.

All Commander Zhang managed to negotiate for was time.

Click, click, click!

With the sound of an empty chamber echoing from the machine gun, Shen Xiangtian took a deep breath and relaxed, but then a loud shout made him tense up again, "Change! Chen Jiantao, fire!"

Ratatatata!

The sound of the machine gun burst forth once more.

After watching several rounds and seeing that no one was seriously injured, Commander Zhang and others left the training ground.

Ratatatata!

The sound of machine guns at the training field continued for a week. Initially, they shot one by one, but as Jiang Chen grew accustomed to projecting Inner Qi, he had them shoot in groups of four. As the special forces members got progressively more skilled, they began conducting team-versus-team shooting drills!

During this week, more people were eliminated—either because they could not shoot or because they could not endure being fired upon by the machine guns' relentless barrages.

After one week, only one hundred and sixty-eight people remained on the training field!

At this moment, these one hundred and sixty-eight were asleep. They didn't sleep in dormitories but on the training ground, hugging light machine guns, lying on a carpet of spent bullet casings.

Rustle, rustle!

A crisp sound arrived, and Shen Xiangtian suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively shouting, "Assemble!"

Rustle, rustle!

Rustle, rustle!

The sounds continued as one hundred and sixty-eight people rolled over and stood up in pairs, quickly facing each other.

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, throwing away the bullet casing he was fiddling with, and said softly, "Clean up a bit, we're resting this morning."

"Rest?!"

"Rest, rest?"

Shen Xiangtian and the others were stunned for a moment, all thinking they had misheard.

During this past week, they had never truly rested. Every time they were too exhausted to stand, Jiang Chen would "magnanimously" allow them to sleep for a while—and by a while, it was indeed just a short while.

The longest they had slept was one hour, and the shortest, only a matter of minutes.

The sudden announcement of rest almost moved a group of iron-hard men to tears!

"Mr. Jiang, I won't call you a devil anymore!" Shen Xiangtian excitedly shouted, turning his head and waving, "Brothers, let's go to sleep!"

Rustle, rustle!

Over a hundred people split into two groups—one swiftly stowed their guns and rushed towards the armory, while the other quickly started cleaning up the training field.

Jiang Chen watched the happy fellows with a faint smile on his lips.

...

The mountain range where the Long Ya training ground was located is called Three Lines Mountain, named for the three branches that separate Jincheng, Dingjing, and Jinhai.

The valley where the Medicine Saint once lived was in the central region of Three Lines Mountain.

At this moment, a team of men in black appeared here, led by a young man in his late twenties and a white-haired old man.

"Is this where the Medicine Saint lived?" The young man asked with a solemn expression.

The old man nodded gently, "Young master, this is indeed where the Medicine Saint lived. The second young master and the others disappeared right here."

"Medicine Saint..." A strange glint surfaced in the young man's eyes, "Elder Liu is a deputy hall master of the Hall of Devotion, just like Elder Chen, and an Innate Grandmaster. Even he vanished, what do you think the Medicine Saint's strength is?"

The young man was none other than Li Wucheng, the eldest son of the leader of the Blood Saber Organization.

There was only half a year left before the heir selection of the Blood Saber Organization would begin. Eligible participants like Li Wucheng and Li Wujiang were all looking for support. At this time, Li Wucheng came here upon receiving news that the Medicine Saint was living in seclusion in this area. However, on his way here, he unexpectedly received news that his younger brother Li Wujiang had arrived before him and had gone missing.

Elder Chen's face changed upon hearing this, and his eyebrows knitted tightly together, "It's rumored in the martial artist circle that the Medicine Saint is only Semi Innate."

"Semi Innate…" Li Wucheng's eyes rippled, "That means, there must be an Innate Grandmaster as a guard by the Medicine Saint's side, or perhaps even two to three, otherwise, Elder Liu wouldn't have been killed or captured!"

Elder Chen's face became serious as he nodded solemnly.

Although the message said missing, everyone was clear in their minds that at such a sensitive time, if Li Wujiang and Elder Liu hadn't run into trouble, they certainly would not have disappeared.

"Is there a training base for the Long Ya Special Combat Team nearby?" Li Wucheng turned to glance at the distant mountain range.

"Yes," Elder Chen nodded slightly.

"Then let's leave first, we don't want to start a conflict with the military," Li Wucheng spoke softly.

Elder Chen was just about to reply when suddenly his eyebrows raised, and he whispered, "Young Master, an Innate expert is approaching!"

"Quick, hide first."

Afterward, several people swiftly concealed themselves.

...

After leaving Dingjing, the Medicine Saint, with nothing much to do, often went to Three Lines Mountain to collect herbs.

Knowing Jiang Chen's plans for the future, the Medicine Saint decided to offer his full support, also for the sake of one day returning to the family with Fu Ling'er openly.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Moving swiftly through the jungle, the Medicine Saint had gathered a lot of Spiritual Medicines and prepared to check on his secluded cabin as he had grown attached to it over the past ten years.

Hm?

His eyebrows slightly furrowed, the Medicine Saint glanced into the valley before looking to the dense forest on the left, his eyes rotating slyly as he quietly made his way over.

Within the dense forest, more than a hundred unconscious men lay there, sound asleep. On the side, Jiang Chen watched the crowd with a faint smile on his lips.

"Assemble!" Suddenly, Jiang Chen shouted loudly.

Rustle!

Shen Xiangtian and others reflexively sprang to their feet from the ground, quickly forming ranks before they looked around.

"This…"

"Where is this?"

"This seems to be the dense forest of Three Lines Mountain."

"Weren't we sleeping in the barracks?"

Shen Xiangtian and the others were somewhat stupefied for a moment, their faces filled with confusion as they looked at Jiang Chen standing in front of them.

"Good, that was a quick response!" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The crowd's faces changed as Shen Xiangtian caught on and roared furiously, "Reporting!"

"Speak," Jiang Chen said, smiling as he looked towards Shen Xiangtian.

With an indignant expression, Shen Xiangtian began, "Chief Instructor, weren't we supposed to be resting?"

"Didn't you just rest? All of you were sleeping, and I alone brought you all here without you having to run, and you don't even know to be thankful. Instead, you glare at me with anger. Do you know what gratitude is?" Jiang Chen said, clearly dissatisfied.

"I he—" Shen Xiangtian almost burst out with an expletive.

We haven't rested for a week and have been living in a state of high stress. You barely let us rest before you brought us here. Did we even rest for an hour?

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