"Thank you, Commander Zhao!"
A military captain shouted.
Immediately, the entire drill ground echoed:
"Thank you, Commander Zhao!"
Witnessing this scene, Zhao Feng felt an indescribable sense of awe. This was perhaps the bold and heroic spirit that only a true military force could possess something he had never encountered before.
Facing such a display, Zhao Feng composed himself and stepped forward, raising his voice:
"Just doing my duty!"
"Let me share some good news," Wang Yan interjected with a meaningful smile.
"Commander Zhao's valor has already been reported to His Majesty. Before long, he will officially join the main combat camp."
The soldiers on the field showed no surprise. Though it was their first time meeting Zhao Feng, his exploits were already well-known. News of his heroic deeds at Yangcheng had spread through both the stationed troops and the logistics unit.
A warrior like him could not possibly remain in the logistics division. So when the announcement came, no one doubted it.
"May I ask, Commander, if Zhao Feng will be assigned to our unit?" A military captain asked eagerly.
"Perhaps, but the final decision lies with the General," Wang Yan replied.
"Understood!" The captain quickly stepped back.
"Today marks Commander Zhao's first visit to our main camp. His combat skills are said to be extraordinary. If any of you have questions or wish to learn from him, seize this opportunity," Wang Yan added with a smile.
Zhao Feng glanced at her but said nothing. It was evident she bore no ill will and seemed genuinely intent on helping him integrate into the main camp.
As the assembled troops began to disperse, several captains approached eagerly.
"Commander Zhao, I heard you slew 300 enemies in a single battle. Could you demonstrate your combat techniques in our camp?" one captain asked enthusiastically.
The other captains looked on expectantly.
"How do you suggest we do that?" Zhao Feng responded with a grin, neither agreeing nor refusing.
"Through hand-to-hand sparring, the standard practice in the military," the captain suggested, his eyes alight with curiosity.
It wasn't a challenge but a genuine desire to see if Zhao Feng's reputation was as formidable as the rumors claimed or if it was merely exaggerated.
The other captains were similarly eager.
"Zhao Feng, you don't need to humor them," Wang Yan said, her expression shifting slightly. She saw through their intentions to test Zhao Feng's strength.
But before she could say more, Zhao Feng replied:
"Very well!"
"Brothers!"
"Commander Zhao has agreed to demonstrate his combat techniques. Pay close attention!"
The captain shouted, drawing the soldiers' attention once more. The dispersing troops quickly gathered again, forming a circle around Zhao Feng and the captains.
Wang Yan smiled faintly. "They're in for a lesson if they think they can test Zhao Feng," she thought to herself.
She had witnessed Zhao Feng's prowess firsthand. On the chaotic battlefield, he moved like an invincible war god, slicing through enemies with ease. Surviving such carnage wasn't just a matter of luck it was a testament to his overwhelming strength.
"Zhang Han, at your service. Please, Commander Zhao, guide me!"
The young captain before Zhao Feng, about twenty years old, cupped his hands respectfully.
"Zhang Han… the last general of the Qin Dynasty," Zhao Feng thought, momentarily surprised before regaining his composure.
He had crossed paths with history itself, and with his growing renown, his own name might one day be etched into its annals.
Returning the salute, Zhao Feng gestured with his hand:
"Come!"
"Then I won't hold back," Zhang Han said, his expression turning serious as he charged forward, throwing a powerful punch.
From Zhang Han's posture and movement, it was clear he was a skilled fighter.
Yet, to Zhao Feng, it all seemed painfully slow.
With his attributes far exceeding 600, including exceptional strength and speed, Zhang Han's seemingly fierce punch appeared to move in slow motion.
As the fist neared, Zhao Feng effortlessly sidestepped and lightly countered with a punch to Zhang Han's abdomen.
Thud!
Zhang Han's face turned pale as he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees.
"What just happened?"
The spectators were stunned. Zhang Han had charged at Zhao Feng, but before he could even land a punch, he was down. It happened so quickly that no one could see it.
"You all come at me together," Zhao Feng said, glancing at the remaining four captains.
Since they wanted to test him, he decided to let them try their best and still fail.
Exchanging glances, the four captains silently agreed and spread out, encircling Zhao Feng.
"Attack!" one of them shouted.
The four moved in unison, their punches and kicks leaving no apparent gaps for Zhao Feng to evade.
Faced with this onslaught, Zhao Feng merely smiled and moved.
In the blink of an eye
"Argh!"
Cries of pain echoed as all four captains fell to their knees, clutching their stomachs.
Once again, no one had seen what Zhao Feng did.
"Is this sorcery?"
"How did he do that?"
"I only saw him move, and then they were down!"
The soldiers were in awe, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Wang Yan approached, glancing at the fallen captains.
"Do you yield now?"
Clutching their stomachs, the captains struggled to stand and cupped their hands respectfully:
"We yield."
"You should thank Commander Zhao for holding back. If he bore a grudge, this could have ended far worse," Wang Yan said coldly.
The captains immediately turned to Zhao Feng, bowing deeply.
"Thank you, Commander Zhao, for your mercy."
Their gazes toward Zhao Feng were now filled with respect and awe.
In the military, strength commanded respect. Zhao Feng had proven himself beyond doubt.
"A spar is merely for practice. No need for formalities," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.
He then turned to the surrounding soldiers.
"In the drill ground, techniques may have their place," he said.
"But on the battlefield, when formations collapse, there are no fixed rules. Victory depends entirely on adaptability."