Black Mountain Camp.
Facing the applause of the entire audience.
Cheng Han saluted Black Fortress from afar.
As he turned around, he immediately spotted a familiar figure.
Tie Feng, the other Vice Commandant of the Second Battle Group.
The "guide" who had led Cheng Han on his journey of trials.
"Good lad!"
Tie Feng praised him with a beaming smile.
There was not the slightest trace of guilt on his old face for "throwing a newcomer into the icy wilderness outside Qinglin City."
Cheng Han calmly greeted him, "Greetings, Colonel Tie!"
Tie Feng sighed again. "This set of techniques, 'Air-Stepping Spear River Crossing,' is truly incredible.
"If broken down into individual techniques, I could perform every one of them. But combine them together, and I simply can't manage it."
Cheng Han smiled. "You are too modest."
He completely understood how Tie Feng felt.
It was like the mechanical practicum in his previous life: the entire class would dismantle a small engine, put all the parts back together, and then discover they had quite a few screws left over.
It looked easy when the teacher did it, but when they tried it themselves, they realized it was nothing like that.
Tie Feng spat. "Modest my ass! Come with me to see the Commandant."
The Commandant he referred to was naturally Mu Qiushan, the commanding officer of the Second Battle Group.
The name sounded refined and scholarly.
Yet the man himself was broad and burly, with a face full of whiskers and the look of a fierce bandit.
The contrast was deeply memorable.
Mu Qiushan said regretfully, "To miss witnessing such a splendid method of crossing through the air with my own eyes is truly a shame."
Tie Feng agreed. "Indeed, what a pity!"
Cheng Han's mouth twitched.
The three of them