[Don't Come Any Closer!]

He Zhao had always believed in striking first; those who struck later suffered.

The other side clearly intended to teach him a lesson, so why hold back? Wait around to get beaten?

A tremendous force slammed into his chin. The Noble Scion who had been shouting about his hereditary earl father "flew" upward for a short distance, then landed with a thud, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and falling unconscious.

Every single one of the lackeys around them was dumbstruck.

They had never seen such a ruthless person who went for the kill at the slightest disagreement.

Thankfully, it was not nighttime. Otherwise, with He Zhao's body enhanced across the board, that unrestrained punch would have, if not killed the Noble Scion, at least beaten him into an idiot.

Sitting silently on his bed, the future Cavalry Captain's mouth hung wide open. Watching the Noble Scion who had once been like a demon now lying there like a dead dog, he suddenly felt as though the gates to a new world had opened before him.

"Get him! Kill him!!"

The lackeys came to their senses and immediately swarmed forward, preparing to drown He Zhao in sheer numbers.

Ruthless He Zhao casually grabbed a chair beside the bed and raised it high with both hands, smashing it into the first person who rushed forward.

Bang!

Crash!

The first sound was the man hitting the ground; the second was the chair shattering apart.

The two broken wooden chair legs in He Zhao's hands still dripped with blood.

Double Kill!!

Double kill.

"Come on, then. If you're not afraid of dying, come at me."

The remaining few looked at one another, but not one dared step forward.

We only wanted to beat you up, but you wanted to kill people. We weren't even on the same level.

Seeing this, He Zhao revealed a chilling smile.

He had already offended them and broken military regulations anyway. Knocking out two people meant military caning; knocking out a whole group still meant military caning.

Fuck it all!!

Ruthless He Zhao charged forward, swinging the two chair legs. With two heavy whacks, he smashed them into the heads of the two people standing at the front, knocking them straight to the ground.

Who knew whether the officer in charge of logistics had skimmed too much, but the two wooden legs actually shattered.

But it did not matter. There had been eight people on the other side; four were now lying there like corpses, and the rest were nothing to worry about.

Basic Fist Technique, full firepower.

Straight punch, hook, heart-piercing elbow, eye gouge, toe stomp, groin kick.

The refined and the dirty alike—He Zhao made a whole spectacle out of a set of Basic Fist Technique.

By the time the Cavalry Captain came back to his senses, his blood boiling as he prepared to join in and beat these bastards to death, the remaining four were either clutching their eyes and crying out in pain or covering their groins with both hands as they howled.

Legendary!!

Godlike.

"What are you doing? Gan Ping, you little brat, are you itching for a beating? If I don't give you ten lashes today, I'll take your father's surname.???"

Hearing the sounds of fighting inside the barracks, Instructor Wu immediately turned back and shouted in rebuke.

Yet the moment he entered, he saw Gan Ping and the others sprawled all over the floor, while He Zhao stood unharmed amid the pile of people.

"You brat—"

Before Instructor Wu could finish, He Zhao's expression changed at once. He helped up the least-injured lackey.

"We were sparring. I thought the comrades of the Elite Camp would be formidable, but it seems I overestimated them. I accidentally used too much strength. Instructor, getting injured during mutual sparring doesn't violate military regulations, does it?"

As he spoke, he glared viciously at the man whose balls he had kicked, as if saying, If you dare say no, I'll kill you, you little turtle bastard.

"Y-yes, we really were... sparring. W-we were inferior in skill. We... we admit defeat."

How could the other man dare argue?

He could only swallow it for now and wait until Gan Ping woke up before figuring out how to take revenge.

"Not bad. You just entered camp and already took down eight people. Since it was sparring, of course it doesn't violate military regulations. There's one more thing I nearly forgot. He Zhao, come with me. Now that you're proficient in Basic Fist Technique, I'll teach you a new fist technique."

He Zhao left the mess behind and followed Instructor Wu out of the barracks.

Along the way, he made another surprising discovery.

[Basic Fist Technique: 237/500 (Proficient)]

Taking down eight people had free-loaded him 32 proficiency points?

There was such a good thing?

Beating people was far better than practicing the fist technique fifteen times a day.

"Instructor Wu, how many people are there in our Elite Camp?"

"Over five hundred. Over the next month, more promising candidates favored by the instructors will be sent in. Around a thousand people come every year. After half a year of training, roughly half of them remain. Why are you asking?"

In response to Instructor Wu's question, He Zhao casually brushed it off.

500 × 4 = 2000 proficiency points.

He had finally found a shortcut—a BUG in the Simulator.

I was destined to become the King of Free-Riding!

The two arrived at the training ground, where Instructor Wu began teaching the new fist technique.

"The fist technique cultivated in the Elite Camp differs from that of the ordinary Xuandu Army. It is the Military Fist Technique modified by the Grand General ten years ago. This fist technique has five forms, dealing respectively with footwork, legs, palms, defense, and strikes."

"First form: Crossbow Formation! Its focus lies in the footwork beneath your feet. It is a military formation adapted from one passed down by the Bureau of Peculiar Individuals. Of course, its punches are no weaklings either. Once unleashed, the fists are like a raging storm, like a volley of crossbow bolts, leaving opponents powerless to fend them off."

Instructor Wu's footwork was nimble, as though a loach had become a spirit—slippery and impossible to grasp. At the same time, his fists left trail after trail of afterimages in midair, truly like the rainstorm and gale he had described!

"Second form: Iron Cavalry! Assume a horse stance and train iron legs. The longer you hold it, the better the strengthening effect on your legs. For long-distance raids, nothing can stand in your way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Instructor Wu kicked the wood stake nearby.

Boom!

Like a bomb had gone off, the thick wood stake exploded apart.

"Of course, Iron Cavalry is not merely the horse stance. Once mastered, a single kick can bend even a steel plate."

"Third form: Horse-Slayer! Use the hand as a blade; its power is exceptionally formidable."

Instructor Wu formed his right hand into a blade and viciously chopped downward onto the half of the wood stake that remained.

Riiip—

The wood stake split in two.

At that moment, He Zhao felt as though he had truly seen an enormous horse-slaying saber.

"Fourth form: Firm Defense! Block and deflect force. When fighting others, you will be as tough and solid as a Copper Wall Iron Barricade."

"Fifth form: Blazing Bow! The human body is like a great bow. Using the proper method of exerting force, you can unleash strength several times greater than your own. With one punch, even solid rock before you can be blasted to pieces."

There was nothing around to demonstrate on, so Instructor Wu merely punched into the Void.

Boom!!

The wind from his fist howled, carrying the roar of tremendous force.

The name Blazing Bow truly lived up to its name.

"Come. Follow me and practice each move, one by one."

[Special Talent Diligence Compensates for Lack of Talent activated.]

[.Congratulations, you have learned Military Fist Technique!]

He Zhao hurriedly checked the prompt and saw that a message had already covered the upper-left corner of his vision.

[Military Fist Technique: 0/100 (Roughly Understand)]

Then, after practicing the full set of fist techniques once—

[Military Fist Technique: 1/100 (Roughly Understand)]

"That's enough. Just keep practicing whenever you have free time."

After saying that, Instructor Wu walked away.

He Zhao, meanwhile, clenched his fists and returned to the barracks with a smile on his face.

Inside the barracks, Gan Ping had just woken up, and the lackeys clustered around him to complain.

Everyone offered suggestions, discussing how they could take revenge.

Bang!

The barracks door was violently kicked open from outside, and Ruthless He Zhao walked in with a savage grin.

"What do you want?"

The eight of them instinctively huddled together, trembling uncontrollably.

At the thought of his earlier unmatched violence, their scalps went numb.

"Don't come any closer!!"