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Chapter 58 - Chapter 58: Blood Asura Battalions.

At the gate, a gaunt old man used his frayed brush to register Xu Ming's information.

Moments later, a hawk swooped down from the sky, grabbing the piece of paper with Xu Ming's details and flying into the military camp.

Not long after, the gates of the camp opened, and a burly man, as stout and solid as a bear, emerged.

The man approached Xu Ming, looking him over from head to toe.

Xu Ming's brow furrowed slightly; the man's intense, turbulent blood aura and warrior's true energy instinctively made Xu Ming feel a pang of fear.

"You're Xu Ming?" the man asked, his voice booming.

"Yes," Xu Ming nodded.

The man sized him up again. "Follow me."

The man led Xu Ming into the camp as the gates slowly shut behind them.

"Ha!"

"Is that all you've got?! Hit harder! Do it again!"

"Ha!"

"Chen Wu! Are you a woman or what?! That's not how you swing a blade! My grandmother could swing better than you!"

"How much weight is that? Add another thousand pounds of black iron! Now, get running!"

"Who the hell touched my horse last night?! Step forward! My horse's legs are shaking so bad it can barely walk!"

As Xu Ming stepped into the military camp, he saw a vast open space.

On this massive training ground were various swords, blades, and other equipment. By Xu Ming's estimate, roughly a thousand people were training here.

The thick smell of blood in the camp stirred Xu Ming's own blood, making it boil uncontrollably. The overpowering aura of warrior energy even made him feel short of breath, as if experiencing altitude sickness.

After taking several deep breaths to adjust the flow of energy in his body, Xu Ming finally felt a bit more at ease.

The man glanced at Xu Ming and began explaining:

"The Blood Asura Battalions have a total of 100,000 soldiers, spread across ten camps on the outskirts of Wudu. Each camp houses 10,000 men. The camp you're in is directly across from Wudu's Azure Dragon Gate and is called the First Battalion.

The First, Second, Third, and so on are not ranked by strength—they're simply numbered for convenience.

Once you join the Blood Asura Battalions, if you're under 20 years old, you can only return home once every six years unless you have special permission.

After you turn 20, you're allowed to return once a year for up to 30 days to get married or visit your family.

If you have children, you're allowed two trips home per year, each lasting 20 days."

As he spoke, the man led Xu Ming to a small storage shed, pulled out a random package, and tossed it to him.

"My name's Wang Meng. Starting today, you're under my command. I don't care if you're some sort of provincial top scholar or how much favor you've earned with His Majesty.

Here in the Blood Asura Battalions, you are a man, not a butt seller! If you want to fuck, you should fuck other people's butts!

Inside that bundle are your clothes. Walk a thousand meters ahead, and you'll find a tent marked '484.' That's where you'll be staying.

Training begins in half an hour!"

Without waiting for a response, Wang Meng strode off, not wasting another word on Xu Ming.

Xu Ming picked up his package and headed in the direction Wang Meng had pointed.

Arriving at the tent with a white cloth labeled "484," Xu Ming stepped inside.

Inside the tent, eight pairs of eyes turned to stare at him.

These eight youths looked to be around thirteen to fifteen years old, each with an impressively strong and concentrated aura of blood energy.

As Xu Ming scanned the group, he noticed one face in particular that seemed eerily familiar.

Wasn't this guy Xiong Haizhi?

Or could it just be someone who looked like him?

After four years, Xu Ming couldn't quite recognize the person in front of him. He figured that even if the boy was Xiong Haizhi, the other wouldn't recognize him either—after all, between the ages of six and ten, a person's appearance changes the most.

Xu Ming noticed a neatly made bed and another piled high with clothes. He headed toward the clean bed.

"Hey, kid, that's not your bed—it's our leader's," a slick-haired boy approached, pointing his thumb at a cluttered bed nearby. "That one's yours."

In this era, the boy's hairstyle was considered quite trendy.

Xu Ming glanced at his designated bed and asked, "Are the things on that bed yours?"

The slick-haired boy chuckled. "Yeah, they're ours."

"Then kindly move them," Xu Ming replied calmly.

"Move them?" The boy laughed again. "Kid, how about this? You wash our clothes, neatly organize our stuff, and not just for today—our laundry will be your job from now on. Got it?"

As he spoke, the boy reached out to grab Xu Ming's head.

"Tsk." Xu Ming clicked his tongue.

Why does every place have these arrogant types begging to get slapped down? How is this military camp acting like a prison? Even elite troops have bullies?

Xu Ming grabbed the boy's wrist, twisted it, and with a loud crack, dislocated it. Then, he yanked him forward and kicked him, sending him flying three meters away.

"Well, well, got some skills, huh?" The others stood up. "Come on, boys, let's give him a warm welcome."

A bald boy tossed off his shirt, revealing a chiseled set of eight-pack abs, and launched a whip kick at Xu Ming's face.

Xu Ming raised his arm to block, his stance unshaken. Grabbing the bald boy's ankle, he yanked it forward and followed through with a punch to the stomach, sending him flying.

Unwilling to accept defeat, the bald boy got up and threw a punch at Xu Ming's face.

Unflinching, Xu Ming countered with a punch of his own.

"Ah!"

The sound of bones breaking echoed as the bald boy screamed, clutching his hand.

Before he could react further, the world spun, and he found himself face-down on the ground. A sharp pain followed as Xu Ming's foot struck his stomach, dragging him two meters across the dirt. The bald boy curled up, groaning in agony.

"How about you all come at me together?" Xu Ming said, glancing at the remaining boys.

"Damn it! Let's take him down!"

Aside from a boy sitting silently in the corner and the one who resembled Xiong Haizhi, the rest charged at Xu Ming.

Twenty breaths later, all of them lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Xu Ming tossed his bundle onto the cluttered bed, then lay down on the cleanest one. "I've decided—this bed is mine. Let your leader know."

The slick-haired boy staggered to his feet, cradling his arm. With a grimace, he snapped it back into place with a loud crack.

A thirteen-year-old boy in the corner seemed about to say something to Xu Ming but was silenced by a glare from the slick-haired boy.

"Fine, keep lying there. Let's see how long you last," the boy sneered before returning to his own bed.

Xu Ming ignored the comment. He changed into the training uniform of the Blood Battalions, took off his shoes, and leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes to rest as he waited for training to begin in half an hour.

As Xu Ming hovered between wakefulness and sleep, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing toward him.

His eyes snapped open, and his hand shot out, gripping a pale, delicate fist that looked almost feminine.