Chapter 21

Of course, Qianye won this round.

The captain who served as the referee announced Qianye's victory, and his gaze towards Qianye was filled with more appreciation.

Wei Potian, after vomiting, was almost exhausted and was carried away by his companions.

Not long after, Qianye faced a new opponent, a Level 2 combat soldier. Qianye rushed forward with a storm-like attack, leaving his opponent no room to counterattack. This opponent seemed even weaker than Wei Potian and was kicked out of the fighting arena by Qianye in less than a minute.

Subsequently, opponents came one after another, and Qianye quickly achieved five consecutive victories.

From the reactions and whispers of the surrounding candidates, it was clear that many of the students who came to take the test were so-called combat experts. One of the guys who fought Qianye even mastered a secret combat technique.

However, as soon as this guy entered the arena, Qianye exchanged three punches with him, completely crushing his overwhelming momentum and forcing him into a defensive stance. Under Qianye's relentless attacks, this combat expert was knocked unconscious in just one minute.

If this guy hadn't loudly announced the name of the secret combat technique as soon as he entered the arena, Qianye wouldn't have thought he also possessed a secret skill.

But throughout the entire match, Qianye never got to see what this secret technique called "Flowing Fire and Gold Thousand Breaks" looked like.

After several matches, Qianye found that these so-called experts were unexpectedly weak, almost incapable of putting up a fight. In comparison, Wei Potian was the strongest among them, and Qianye had to put in some serious effort to defeat him. Because Wei Potian was the first opponent, Qianye held back most of his strength in the subsequent matches, ensuring no one was killed.

After five matches, Qianye felt that he had just started to loosen up, his fighting spirit burning fiercely. He looked around, eagerly awaiting the next opponent.

However, he didn't wait for an opponent; instead, he heard the referee's angry shout: "You've already passed, go stand to the side, don't take up space here!"

Only then did Qianye realize that he had already achieved five consecutive victories without noticing.

This test felt to Qianye like a child's game, a stark contrast to the brutal, life-threatening combat training in the Huangquan Training Camp.

Qianye left the fighting arena, and the candidates who had seen him fight now looked at him with deep fear.

Qianye's attacks, at first glance, seemed ordinary, just fast, fierce, and accurate. Occasionally, he used some basic combat techniques that even beginners would know. The special thing about him was his ability to seize even the tiniest flaw in his opponent's defense and relentlessly attack until the opponent was defeated.

However, a few of the true experts in the crowd, including the examiners, had changed expressions. They knew very well that Qianye was using combat techniques meant for killing on the battlefield!

These combat techniques had no flashy moves or tricks, just the simplest and most direct way to kill the opponent. This kind of straightforward and brutal combat technique was the hardest to deal with.

Who is this person? Where does he come from?

Some of the examiners had already come up with a few answers in their minds. Among them were the Huangquan Training Camp and a few other mysterious places that were no less prestigious.

Qianye didn't know that he had quietly earned a new nickname among the candidates: Madman. This seemingly gentle and even somewhat frail young man, when he stepped onto the fighting arena, fought with such madness!

Qianye was the fastest to complete the combat test. He had to wait for all the candidates to finish before they could form a group to take the final test.

Qianye walked to the rest area by the side of the arena, found a place to sit, and slowly drank a cup of water. Soon, candidates began to come to the rest area. When they saw Qianye, they all showed deep wariness and kept a distance from him.

A few minutes later, Wei Potian actually walked over and plopped down next to Qianye.

"You actually passed too?" Qianye looked at him with interest.

Wei Potian glared, angry, and said, "What do you mean 'actually'?! Do you know who I am, Wei Potian! My Wei family's Thousand Mountain Secret Fist is incredibly powerful. How could I not handle such a small situation? The Thousand Mountain Secret Fist is—"

This speech seemed to be something Wei Potian had boasted about before, speaking quickly and urgently, spilling it all out in a moment. Suddenly, Wei Potian was speechless, his face contorted in an ugly manner.

On the fighting arena, Wei Potian had been beaten by Qianye without any chance to counterattack, even vomiting on the spot. The more he boasted about the power of Thousand Mountain, the more embarrassing it was for him.

Wei Potian suddenly remembered the necklace and bracelet he had lost to Qianye, and his face turned a sickly green. Just by looking at his face, one could tell that his status in the family was not low.

Staring at Qianye, Wei Potian didn't know what to say, but the pent-up frustration was hard to swallow. He huffed and said, "You're not that great either! If—"

This sentence was supposed to be "If we fight again, then what?" But halfway through, Wei Potian realized that no matter how many times they fought, the result would be the same. Qianye's combat style was such that as long as his original energy couldn't be suppressed, there was no solution.

After a long while, with a mouthful of blood almost spilling out, Wei Potian spat and cursed, "Damn it!" As for who he was cursing, only he knew.

Wei Potian's silence didn't mean Qianye had to be silent.

Qianye suddenly turned his head and said, "Brother Wei."

Wei Potian immediately shivered, his body instantly straightening, and he moved a bit to the side, away from Qianye.

Sure enough, Qianye said, "Do you want to bet on the third match? I see you have a belt that looks quite interesting."

Wei Potian almost wanted to die. His mouth opened, but he couldn't muster the courage to shout the bold "bet" word.

Fortunately, at this moment, their group's combat test was completed, and an examiner hurried over, ordering all the candidates to gather and head to the training camp for the final test.

The final test was to measure the depth of original energy and whether there were any special abilities.

The content of this test was simple: the candidates were to practice in the training room for two hours and try to activate their special abilities as much as possible. During the practice time, all the candidates' performances would be observed and recorded for a comprehensive evaluation.

Qianye walked into the training room and sat down, then remembered a special rule in the test requirements. Those who had already practiced the Bingfa Jue did not need to test their special abilities; they only needed to show how many rounds of original energy tides they could withstand.

The standard for the local army was seven rounds, the regular army was ten rounds, the ordinary special forces was fifteen rounds, and the elite special forces was seventeen rounds. As for the top elite armies, the minimum standard for recruitment was twenty rounds!

But this was just the basic condition for joining the special armies. Even if one could withstand twenty rounds of original energy tides, it didn't mean they could immediately join these highly sought-after units. Other subject scores and sometimes additional tests were also required.

No one knew that for Qianye, the test of twenty rounds of original energy tides was completely different from that of ordinary people.

However, Qianye didn't have more time. He was already approaching seventeen years old, and this was his only chance to join these top special armies. He calmed his mind, relaxed his body and mind, and slowly began to guide the original energy.

Slowly, the original energy in Qianye's body began to surge in waves, gathering into a tide and flowing towards the original energy node in his right hand.

Wave after wave of original energy surged, and after nine waves, a complete round of original energy tide was formed. When the first round of original energy tide receded, it triggered a resonance of original energy in the training room, causing the gears to turn and the number on the dial outside the room to change from 0 to 1.

The original energy tides continued to rise and fall, and Qianye's body trembled more and more violently. His face turned pale, and cold sweat poured out from all over his body. However, his expression remained calm, calm to the point of being unbelievable.

The number on the dial outside the training room kept changing, 17, 18, 19...

Finally, the most critical moment arrived! The twentieth round of original energy tide was like a massive flood sweeping across the land! The immense backlash made Qianye's entire body turn red, and fine blood lines began to seep from his nose, eyes, and ears.

By the seventh wave, Qianye could no longer bear it, and his internal organs began to bleed. He had never tried a complete twenty rounds of original energy tides before, and at this rate, by the ninth wave, the backlash would completely shatter his heart!

What was the point of passing the test if he died in the process? But should he give up at this point?

In an instant, Qianye had a sudden insight and immediately guided the original energy waves to change their path, passing through the scarred area on his chest. This area, compared to other parts, was still a swamp of original energy. The violent original energy waves, after passing through this area, were slightly slowed down. However, the consequence was doubled pain.

Qianye's vision went dark, and he almost fainted!

He gritted his teeth, prepared to faint, and continued to guide the ninth wave!

"Ahhh!!!"

A piercing scream echoed in the training room, and the dial outside trembled a few times, finally flipping from the black 19 to the crimson 20!

An examiner frowned slightly, pushed open the door to Qianye's training room, and asked, "Are you okay? Are you still conscious?"

Qianye leaned against the wall, lacking the strength to stand. His clothes were drenched, and there were large, alarming bloodstains on his chest.

Seeing this, the examiner's frown deepened. Just as he was about to make a note in his notebook, Qianye suddenly lifted his head and said weakly, "I'm fine."

The examiner looked at Qianye suspiciously. Is this called being fine? But this wasn't his concern. As long as the candidate remained conscious after completing the Bingfa Jue, the test was considered passed, and the score was valid.

The examiner wrote down the number 20 in his notebook and turned to leave. Qianye stayed in the training room for another ten minutes before barely managing to walk out.

After completing all the subjects, the candidates were taken back to the camp. Injured candidates received free medical treatment. The military also represented the highest achievement in medicine, and as long as the injuries were not too severe, they could be cured. Qianye's internal injuries were quite serious, but after soaking in a special muscle repair solution for a whole day, his injuries were mostly healed.

While Qianye was sleeping in the repair solution, a special meeting was being held in a conference room in the main building of the military camp.