Chapter 84

Inside the testing room.

Mu Yan pointed to the walls of the testing room: "Instructor Su Wen, this is the testing room, with dimensions of three meters in length, width, and height. Did you see the holes in the walls? During the test, these holes will shoot out ping-pong ball-sized test balls from all directions. These test balls are elastic and have sensors. To get a high score, you need to avoid the test balls as much as possible. The fewer times you are hit by the test balls, the higher your score will be."

"Is that so." Su Wen carefully counted the holes, and there were nearly a hundred of them.

"Instructor Su Wen, there is one more thing to note. While the test balls are being fired, there will also be several red beams of light moving back and forth inside the testing room. You should try to avoid these red beams as well, or you will lose points." Mu Yan added.

Su Wen nodded.

"Basically, that's it. Instructor Su Wen, please prepare here. The test will begin in one minute, and the testing time is three minutes." Mu Yan left the testing room.

A countdown sounded inside the testing room.

"10, 9, 8... 2, 1!"

The agility test began.

The test balls had not yet been launched, but eight red beams of light appeared first.

Su Wen was well-prepared, so he was not surprised. Three seconds after the red beams appeared, a "clicking" sound came from the walls, and the test balls shot toward him.

Su Wen quickly dodged.

His body was incredibly flexible, and he performed the movements from his martial arts training almost instinctively. The many seemingly impossible movements left the observers outside dumbfounded.

"Can a human really do those movements?"

"Heaven! His hands and feet are completely together; he must be a yoga master."

"How can his body be like clay? I feel like he can do any pose."

...

After three minutes, the results were out.

"Instructor Su Wen, you were hit by the test balls eight times and touched the red beams once." Mu Yan looked at Su Wen with admiration.

"?" Su Wen didn't know how good this score was.

"Instructor Su Wen, congratulations, your score ties the highest record of the 11th Training Base." Mu Yan congratulated Su Wen, "The commander only achieved this score after multiple tests this year. You achieved this score on your first try, so in a way, you might be even stronger than the commander."

Su Wen's performance was clearly related to his martial arts training. The incredible movements from his martial arts training gave him more room to dodge. Without his martial arts, Su Wen did not think he could have achieved such a high score.

"Good, you live up to being my nephew." Hu Yiming's hearty laughter echoed.

"Commander, good!" Everyone saluted in unison.

Hu Yiming was nearly fifty this year, but he still looked very robust. Standing there, he exuded a powerful presence, with a chiseled face, sharp eyebrows, and piercing eyes, making him seem extraordinary. Especially now, wearing a thin white shirt, he had a high and mighty air.

"Uncle Hu!"

"Good, you don't disgrace your father."

Hu Yiming walked to Su Wen's side and patted his shoulder. Others might not have felt it, but Su Wen's body sank. Hu Yiming's light taps had at least several hundred pounds of force.

"Come, let's go out and practice, nephew."

"Uncle Hu, let's skip this. How can I be your match?"

Hu Yiming didn't care: "We're just sparring. Uncle wants to see how skilled you are."

The crowd around them cheered in agreement.

Su Wen had no choice but to nod.

At the training ground of the training base.

"Su Wen, you go first."

"I'll take the liberty, Uncle."

Su Wen leaped up, his feet moving in the Tai Chi pattern, and his hands as if holding a barrel. His hands, feet, and waist formed a circle, embodying the essence of Tai Chi, which combines offense and defense seamlessly.

"Tai Chi!" Hu Yiming's eyes sparkled, and he crossed his hands, his palms slicing toward Su Wen like knives. "Su Wen, Uncle's hand strikes are very powerful, be careful."

"Uncle, come on!"

The hand strike hit, and a powerful force made Su Wen's hands numb. However, Tai Chi emphasizes using the opponent's force against them, and its defense is nearly perfect. Su Wen took a small step back, guided the force with his hands, and deflected at least 30-40% of it.

Hu Yiming was even more shocked and delivered another hand strike.

Su Wen discovered Hu Yiming's terrifying speed.

Fast!

Hu Yiming's hand strikes were incredibly fast, even though they were just hand strikes, their speed far exceeded human limits.

Continuous hand strikes came at Su Wen, forcing him to retreat step by step. He had no room to counterattack. Each strike was as fast as lightning, and Hu Yiming could deliver at least ten hand strikes in a second. After retreating for over ten steps, Su Wen found an opportunity to dodge Hu Yiming's attack.

"Hehe, again!"

Hu Yiming, finally finding a worthy opponent, wouldn't let Su Wen off. He took a step forward, using both hands, making his attacks even more fierce. Defending against one of Hu Yiming's hands was already difficult, let alone both.

"Can't defend, then counterattack!"

Su Wen's hands spun, locking onto Hu Yiming's palms like a throat lock. This was a flexible application of his bone-separating technique. Since mastering the bone-separating technique, he could switch between its moves freely and even integrate the essence of Tai Chi.

Hu Yiming's hand strike came, and Su Wen's hands wrapped around it. Using the bone-separating technique, Su Wen tried to disarm Hu Yiming's hand. However, Hu Yiming was no ordinary person and immediately struck with his other hand. Seeing this, Su Wen quickly retracted his hands and wrapped around Hu Yiming's other hand. Hu Yiming was amazed; he tried to switch hands, but Su Wen's hands always got there first.

The two sparred for over three minutes, and the crowd only saw a blur of movement.

Mu Yan covered his mouth, shocked. He had never seen anyone fight the commander for so long without being at a disadvantage. The others were even more impressed, and those who had guessed Su Wen couldn't withstand three moves from Hu Yiming were now ashamed.

"Boom!"

After a powerful exchange.

Su Wen and Hu Yiming each took three steps back. Their strength was about equal, and Hu Yiming didn't have any advantage. Looking at Su Wen, Hu Yiming's face was full of joy: "Good, very good. Su Wen, you should join me in training the special forces."

"Uncle Hu, that's not my goal." Su Wen said straightforwardly, "I came here just to see you. If you want to keep me in the military, forget it. I have many things to do outside, and the military is not suitable for me."

Hu Yiming was very angry: "A capable young man, how can you not serve the country with your skills?"

Su Wen shrugged: "Uncle Hu, serving the country doesn't necessarily mean joining the military. I have my own dreams and can't stay in the military for long. I hope you understand."

"Alright, we'll talk more later. I just went into the mountains and caught two pheasants. I'll have the kitchen prepare some dishes. Xiao Yan, bring out the good wine I got last time. I want to drink with Su Wen until we're both drunk." Hu Yiming called out.

Su Wen quickly said: "Uncle Hu, I don't drink."

Hu Yiming was unhappy: "What, not drink? A real man can't not drink."

Su Wen thought of Tang Long's warning and shook his head.

"Fine, if you don't drink, then don't. Let's go eat with Uncle Tang. You haven't eaten on your journey, right? The pheasants from the mountains are very fat and delicious when stewed." Hu Yiming compromised, deciding to take Su Wen to eat first.

Su Wen was indeed hungry and nodded without thinking.

In the canteen of the training base.

Su Wen and Hu Yiming sat down, and a large pot of pheasant was quickly brought to the table.

Su Wen's appetite was whetted, and he was about to pick up his chopsticks when Hu Yiming had already brought out a box of aged wine.

"Uncle Hu, I really don't drink."

"Boring, if you don't drink, I'll drink by myself."

Su Wen thought for a moment and didn't see any problem with it. As long as Hu Yiming drank, no matter how much he drank, Su Wen would be fine, so he calmly started eating.

"Mu Yan, where are you going?" Su Wen noticed Mu Yan trying to sneak away.

"Like this, I still have some tasks to complete. I'll take this time to handle them. Instructor Su Wen, you just arrived at our 11th Training Base, so please enjoy your meal. If you need more dishes, just tell the kitchen staff. We have plenty of good things here." Mu Yan said and hurriedly left.

Su Wen thought Mu Yan looked like he was fleeing.

Hu Yiming had already poured himself a drink, and Su Wen didn't care, focusing on his meal.

Unconsciously, Hu Yiming finished a bottle of aged wine.

Su Wen gradually felt something was wrong. Hu Yiming was dazed, and his mouth was like a machine gun.

"Su Wen, are you married? I know a little girl, very pretty. In a few days, I'll arrange a marriage for you, and you'll have a son next year."

"Uncle, I have someone I like."

"Su Wen, as brothers, the most important thing is loyalty. I won't say much, but for my brothers, I'll go through fire and water..."

"Uncle, I'm your nephew."

"Su Wen, you're also my son, born to me and your father."

"Uncle, you're drunk."

"Su Wen, let's not stand in the toilet anymore. What's floating in the toilet bowl? It smells so bad!"

"Uncle, this isn't a toilet, and that's not a toilet bowl. This is..."

Su Wen couldn't continue and could only smile bitterly.

"Uncle, I'm going back."

"Stop, if you leave, you won't be my son anymore. Uncle wants to sing, listen... The river flows east..."

A sound worse than a pig being slaughtered echoed.

Su Wen felt he would rather die. He looked at the box of aged wine Hu Yiming had brought, gritted his teeth, grabbed a bottle, and drank it all in one go, then fell asleep.

As Hu Yiming said, they both ended up drunk.