One month.
An entire month of grueling torment.
They had watched the once-arrogant Soldier Kings from various countries break down, give up, and get eliminated one after another.
Only the three of them remained, like stones in a cesspit-stinking and stubborn, refusing to budge.
They did not know why Chen Lin was doing this, but they knew this was their only chance to keep up with him.
Just then, a commotion came from beyond the training ground's alloy gates.
The base's highest commander, an old general with stars on his shoulders, came jogging over with Ye Wenjun, his face filled with fear and unease.
"What's going on?" Zhang Long frowned and landed on the ground.
The old general ignored him. Instead, he snapped to attention before an empty stretch of ground and delivered a crisp military salute, his voice ringing like a bell:
"Welcome, Advisor Chen!"
His words rang out.
Everyone on the training ground froze.
Advisor Chen?
Which Advisor Chen?
The Advisor Chen who had single-handedly subdued the East China Sea and flattened Tokyo, earning the title of "Eastern Deities"?
While everyone was still bewildered, a figure appeared in the center of the training ground without warning.
He wore simple casual clothes. His hair and eyes were black, and he stood straight as a pine.
He merely stood there quietly, without releasing any pressure, yet he seemed to become the center of heaven and earth.
Everyone's gaze was drawn to him involuntarily.
A deathly silence instantly fell over the training ground.
In the mud pit, Zhao Jie, Wang Ye, and Wang Shuo raised their heads almost simultaneously.
When they recognized that familiar face, all their exhaustion, pain, and hurt erupted at once.
"L-Lin..." Zhao Jie's lips trembled, and his eyes instantly reddened.
Wang Ye, a man of unyielding grit,