Overwhelming the Instructor and Passing the Test

The crowd receded to both sides like a tide, clearing a large open space.

Rochi walked slowly to the center of the field, his gaze as deep as stagnant water.

Are you ready? If you're ready, then die for me...

The scarred instructor wasted no time. Before his voice even faded, his nearly two-hundred-pound, bulky physique suddenly erupted with terrifying speed that completely defied his size!

Boom!

He kicked off the hard dirt ground, gouging out a large pit!

The instructor morphed into a blur, appearing before Rochi in a flash. His pot-sized fist carried a piercing shriek that tore through the air, heading straight to smash into Rochi's face!

With this punch, the instructor held nothing back. He intended to instantly slaughter this ignorant new recruit, planting the seeds of absolute terror deep within everyone's hearts!

Too fast!

That kid is dead, he can't even react in time!

The new recruits closed their eyes in terror.

However!

The moment that immensely heavy fist was a mere ten centimeters from the tip of Rochi's nose!

Rochi moved.

Deep within his pitch-black pupils, a trace of an imperceptible scarlet tomoe spun rapidly!

Under the insight of the Sharingan, the instructor's lightning-fast punch had its trajectory slowed down by more than three times in an instant!

Every single point of exertion and the twisting direction of the muscles were exposed without exception!

He did not retreat, nor did he dodge.

Rochi likewise clenched his right fist, utilizing the perfect exertion technique of basic body arts to suddenly twist his waist. He concentrated nearly ten years of inhuman physical strength from his entire body into a single point, launching a frontal strike without any fancy bells and whistles!

Bang--!!!

The two fists collided solidly in midair, erupting into a dull, visible wave of air!

The dust on the ground was instantly whipped up into a swirling dance across the sky!

What?!

The scarred instructor's previously ferocious expression froze completely at this moment!

He only felt an overwhelming, violent force—one not the least bit inferior to his own—surge forth along Rochi's fist edge, jarring his arm bones until they went numb and ached.

His entire body actually slid backward involuntarily for a full half-step!

As for that new recruit named Rochi, his legs were nailed firmly in place as if rooted, not budging an inch!

Dead silence.

The two hundred plus new recruits who had been mourning for Rochi the second before were now collectively like ducks whose necks had been pinched; their jaws dropped to the ground, and their eyeballs almost popped out!

Gulp...

Someone swallowed hard.

How the fuck... is this possible?!

The shock inside the scarred instructor's heart was like a magnitude twelve tsunami.

This kid actually used purely physical strength to take his full-power blow head-on, and even faintly suppressed him in terms of strength?!

Monster! Absolutely a monster!

The instructor instantly put away all his contempt. If he were to get thrashed by a recruit in front of so many people, where would he put his face as an instructor?!

Good kid! Again!

The second strike!

The third strike!

The fourth strike!

The instructor erupted completely, his legs sweeping wildly like steel whips while his fist pressure poured down like a torrential rainstorm.

Yet the longer he fought, the more alarmed and frightened he became, and the more his scalp tingled!

For he discovered that no matter how vicious his moves were or how fast his speed, the new recruit in front of him seemed capable of knowing what would happen before it did!

Each time, Rochi only needed to shift his body in an imperceptible way to avoid his fatal moves at the smallest cost. Moreover, that flawless combat body art could not only perfectly deflect the force, but also find an opening in a desperate situation to slam a fist right into his blind spot, forcing him into a flustered defense!

The fifth strike!

The sixth strike!

The eighth strike!

The two turned into two crazily colliding blurs in the arena, the dull sounds of physical combat ceaseless.

Oh my god... What am I seeing? Rochi is beating the instructor!

Bart covered his face and screamed.

On the high-rise balcony, the lieutenant commander secretly watching through binoculars was so excited he even bit his cigar in half: A genius! A monstrous genius!

The ninth strike!

The instructor was kicked in the waist by Rochi and retreated two steps, cold sweat already blanketing his forehead.

He looked at the youth opposite him, whose breathing remained steady and whose gaze was as dead as an abyss, while his heart roared wildly:

This is supposed to be a rookie who has never trained?! This kind of flawless defense and pre-judgment is even more freakish than the Marine Headquarters elite!

He could not keep fighting!

If this kept up, the instructor might actually get knocked flat on his ground by this kid with a single punch on the tenth strike!

* Brat! This is the ninth strike, lie down for me!*

The scarred instructor roared angrily, a flash of craftiness unique to a veteran passing through the depths of his eyes.

He did not dodge or evade, taking Rochi's fist—which was strong enough to split monuments—solidly on the chest, letting out a muffled grunt of wa.

Yet taking advantage of this zero-point-one-second close-range contact.

Relying on the actual combat instincts he had honed through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the instructor violently crossed his hands like iron tongs. He directly executed the Marine Advanced Locking Technique, tightly trapping Rochi's arm joints and using his weight advantage to fiercely pin Rochi to the ground!

Bang!

Rochi was heavily slammed into the floor. Though he wanted to break free, his joints were locked tight, and if he exerted force by brute strength, that arm would be ruined.

Ultimately, he still suffered from a lack of actual combat experience.

The battle came to an abrupt halt.

The training ground was dead silent, save for the instructor's heavy panting, which sounded like a broken bellows.

The instructor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, let go of Rochi, and stood straight with lingering fear.

His thick legs were even trembling slightly in an imperceptible way.

Yet he had to maintain his aura as an instructor!

He patted the dust off the clothes on his chest, looked down from above at Rochi who was getting back to his feet, put on an unconcerned look, coughed, and said:

Cough... barely passable, you've got some strength.

To be able to last until the ninth strike in this instructor's hands before losing—though you didn't reach ten, I'll consider you barely passing.

As soon as these words came out, those surrounding new recruits who had originally wanted to make a joke of Rochi now wished they could bury their heads in the sand.

Enduring nine strikes is called barely passing? What does that make us, who couldn't even endure half a strike? Air?!

What are you all looking at!

The instructor turned his head and roared frantically at the two hundred dumbfounded trainees:

That just now was a high-tier match! Did you unweaned waste understand it or not?!

Now, everyone, run thirty laps around the field together, and then practice basic punches a thousand times! Anyone short of a single time doesn't get to eat!

Amidst a chorus of wails and awe-filled gazes, the new recruits hurriedly scattered and began running with bitter expressions.

As for the instructor, he walked over to Rochi with a straight face.

Under the furtive gazes of envy, jealousy, and hatred from all the new recruits, the instructor suddenly grabbed Rochi's shoulder in an extremely affectionate manner, the gloom on his face instantly transforming into a fawning smile.

In a voice only the two of them could hear, he spoke in a low tone:

You're Rochi, right? Don't bother practicing those damn basic movements; it's purely a waste of your talent.

Come on, I'll take you to do the paperwork!

Today, you can become a glorious cadet marine!

If he could suppress and beat him before formal training even started, what would happen in the future?

He'd better hurry up and send this deity away!