Mingsha Fortress Training Center, Tactical Analysis Room.
On the five-to-six-meter-wide, person-high giant screen in front, the combat footage of a squad battle played continuously.
A sixth-tier Military Martial Artist bearing the rank of colonel on his shoulders stood beneath the screen, holding a nearly two-meter-long pointer and gesturing at the screen.
Below, over eighty Military Martial Artists sat upright in silence, their expressions solemn.
"Initially, we thought our consecutive losses in the squad battles were due to the gap in individual combat power!"
"However, everyone look at this cadet..."
With a tap of his pointer, the screen paused.
Frozen on the screen was a cadet who had just finished an attack and was retreating at high speed—Jiang Yuan.
"When studying the footage, we found that although his preemptive strikes varied in execution methods and footwork trajectories, they all shared one common trait..."
"Every time, he deliberately attacked vital points, attempting to achieve maximum lethality!"
The colonel tapped again, and the playback resumed.
Dozens of Jiang Yuan's attack sequences played out in succession.
Everyone saw that almost every time, he would rather linger for a split second longer to attempt attacks on his opponent's chest, abdomen, head, and face.
His moves looked fierce, yet there was little killing intent on his face; in fact, he even carried a bit of... guilt?
Moreover, because of that extra split second he lingered, not only did he several times nearly get hit by the counterattacks of the Military Martial Artists, but he also slightly disrupted the subsequent offensive of the bun-haired female cadet who often coordinated with him.
"If that isn't obvious enough, take a look at the others."
Saying this, the colonel tapped the screen again, switching the footage to battles from other matches.
In the video, all the cadets struck and immediately