Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, Wang Yu had peacefully spent his first year as a recruit in the military.
Over that year, he carried out nearly a hundred Special Operations Soldier missions of all sizes, with his attendance rate maxed out.
He had also achieved a notable accomplishment in the barracks.
During his first year as a recruit, his mission success rate had reached one hundred percent, with not a single failed mission on record.
For this, he received commendation from the Military Department, was awarded the title of Outstanding Recruit, granted one thousand merit points, and credited with a First Class Merit.
This was no small matter. At the time, the battalion commander of the Third Battalion had personally received him and presented him with the award, before announcing it throughout the entire battalion.
By now, he had become quite well-known throughout the Third Battalion.
Everyone knew there was such a super recruit in the unit. Even if Wang Yu wanted to keep a low profile, it had become difficult.
Fortunately, this had not spawned any strange people who came looking for trouble because they could not stand the sight of him.
After all, the military still had its discipline, and the Martial Artists and soldiers within were all serious cultivators.
They were busy with their own cultivation every day and rarely went out of their way to bicker and compete with others.
Training Ground No. 9.
Wang Yu still held that black wooden training saber, his upper body bare.
Sweat streamed down him, making his skin seem to glow beneath the sunlight.
His breathing had become long and steady. After standing still for a moment, he suddenly drew in a deep breath.
The next instant, he moved.
His footwork flowed lightly, following the stirrings