Profound Armor Elite

[Basic Fist Technique:65/100(Roughly Understand)]

After fifteen sets of punches, his stomach rumbled with hunger, and He Zhao panted as he ran toward the mess hall.

Of course, it was not as though he had not considered increasing the number of times he practiced. When he performed the sixteenth set, blood suddenly seeped from his nose and mouth, frightening him into stopping at once. From then on, he did not dare practice beyond the limit.

If only I could bring Endure Hunger in. Unfortunately, each Simulation Scenario can only carry three talents. The Simulator should have a way to increase the number of talents I can bring.

He muttered to himself all the way there and soon arrived at the mess hall.

He swaggered in through the door, looked around, then left contentedly with ten steamed buns.

The next day!

[Basic Fist Technique:25/500(Proficient)]

Every night, He Zhao practiced fifteen sets of punches. With the Child of the Night's boost, he raised the Basic Fist Technique to the Proficient level in just two days. But to take it another step higher, the required number had astonishingly surged to 500!

In other words, he needed eight days to raise his fist technique to the next realm.

An ordinary person could practice three times a day. If he disregarded bodily damage, he could manage five times a day. Coupled with the Child of the Night's all-around threefold enhancement, fifteen times a day was not a problem. Any more, and his body truly could not endure it.

As for practicing five sets during the day, he temporarily gave that up for the sake of his body.

After all, there were still more than 170 days left. He Zhao did not want to play himself to death and cause his rating to plummet.

New Instructors had been appearing one after another recently, teaching the Infantry Drill Manual, saber techniques, archery, shield techniques, and battle formations. The five thousand recruits were left scrambling, each wishing their parents had given them eight hands.

Ever since the training volume and subjects increased, the gap between geniuses and mediocrities had been violently torn open.

It exposed all the promising seedlings to the Instructors' eyes.

As for He Zhao, he was quite famous—the well-known training maniac among Xuan Capital's recruits. Some even called him the King of Suffering.

The fifth day after entering camp!

[Basic Fist Technique:205/500(Proficient)]

[Basic Saber Technique:60/500(Proficient)]

[Basic Archery Technique:120/500(Proficient)]

[Basic Shield Technique:75/100(Roughly Understand)]

[Basic Battle Formation:85/100(Roughly Understand)]

If not for the Child of the Night, no matter how much hardship He Zhao could endure, he definitely would not have reached such a level.

He trained until the latter half of every night. Relying on his powerful talent, he only needed two hours to replenish his exhausted body and mind.

Saber techniques and archery were relatively simple. The former only required constant practice: ten rounds a day, earning forty proficiency points daily. The latter was somewhat difficult. He had to draw the bow with all his strength and hit the bullseye to gain four proficiency points.

On the first day, Someone surnamed He drew the bow twenty times. Yet the jaw-dropping result was that he hit the bullseye only once, and his arms ached so badly he could no longer draw the bow. Later, he simply moved his archery training to the night, and his success rate shot straight upward.

The Child of the Night's talent made his eyesight even sharper than during the day. If the bullseye a hundred meters away looked about the size of a coin to him in daylight, then when night descended, at the same distance, it looked as large as a palm!

As a result, his hit rate soared.

It was not that He Zhao did not work hard on the Basic Shield Technique and Basic Battle Formation, nor was it that he neglected them.

Both required the cooperation of teammates before they could improve even slightly.

The shield had to block an enemy's attack in time to gain a single proficiency point. Battle formations required the coordination of five or ten people, with no one making any mistakes. Only after completing an entire drill would they award one proficiency point.

When practicing battle formations, if he was lucky, he could gain seven or eight points in a day. If his luck was worse, getting two points in a day would already make him want to burn incense in thanks.

On the sixth day, at dawn the next morning.

He Zhao found the instructor responsible for teaching fist techniques and demonstrated a complete set of the Lightning Five Basic Fist Technique on the spot.

Clap clap clap!!

The instructor clapped with great satisfaction. He had given He Zhao half a month, yet only six days had passed and he had already become proficient in the fist technique. This was a talent.

"Pack up later and come with me to the Elite Camp." The instructor patted his shoulder.

"The Elite Camp?"

A trace of confusion appeared on He Zhao's face. The Cavalry Captain seemed to have mentioned it before.

"The so-called Elite Camp is the reserve force for the Profound Armor Elites. As long as you are not eliminated within half a year, you will be directly promoted to a Profound Armor Elite, and your benefits will be twice those of an ordinary Xuandu Army soldier.

Even if you are eliminated halfway through and return to the Xuandu New Army, there is still a very high chance that you will be promoted to squad leader. So, kid, you must treasure this hard-won opportunity.

Also, once you enter the camp, be careful. There are quite a few Noble Scions who got in through the back door. Every one of them is unruly and arrogant, throwing their weight around all day long. Endure them for half a year. After half a year, most of the trash will be kicked out.

That is all I have to say. Come with me."

With that, the instructor left.

He Zhao followed closely behind. Countless people watched his back with envy. He had earned his superior's favor.

After packing up some odds and ends, the two arrived at the so-called Elite Camp, one after the other.

"What is so bad about being my dog? My father is a Hereditary Earl. You mud-legged peasant, who are you putting on that cold face for every day? Brothers, strip off his pants and hang him from the flagpole. Let's see what face this bastard has left to stay in the Elite Camp!"

The moment they reached the barracks, they heard shouting and curses from inside.

"What are you doing?!"

The fist technique instructor hurried inside and barked at the people in the room.

He Zhao followed behind. With one sweep of his gaze, his pupils abruptly shrank.

The Cavalry Captain!

He saw the man pinned beneath a group of people, while two others had their hands at his waist, clearly preparing to undo his belt.

"Instructor Wu, what brings you here? The brothers were just bored and having a little joke." The Hereditary Earl's son's expression changed, and he laughed it off.

"You'd better behave yourselves. If I see you bullying people again, I'll hang every last one of you up and whip you." Instructor Wu snorted coldly in warning. Then he stepped aside, revealing He Zhao behind him. "This is a new recruit who just entered the camp. Tell him the rules of the Elite Camp. Remember what I said earlier, or do not blame the whip in my hand for not recognizing people."

With that, Instructor Wu turned and left.

"Let him go." The Count's Son waved dismissively at his lackeys, all interest gone. The Cavalry Captain said nothing and sat down on his own bed.

"Newcomer, do you have anything good to offer us?" Along with the Noble Scion's words came the sinister grins of six or seven others. They had suffered plenty when they first entered camp; now, at last, they could become the ones inflicting violence.

"I don't like trouble. Let's keep to our own sides of the river—your good, my good, everyone's good. How about it?" Facing their utterly unrestrained gazes, He Zhao spoke without the slightest restraint.

"Oh? You dare speak to me like—"

Before the Noble Scion could finish, He Zhao suddenly sprang into action.

After briefly gathering strength, his right arm drove viciously upward from below into the other man's chin.

Bang!

Crack!!