Chapter 163 - The Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art, and an Iron Men Are Tender as Well (1/2)

Du Yu’s expression now contained an additional hint of pride. “Zhanpeng has done quite well. He has provoked his food constantly using words. And the food itself has been diligently training without end. Its strength has risen by quite a bit, you know.”

“Excellent.” Du Hen’s eyes were filled with a smile of gratification. “Zhanpeng, this kid, has always been smart since he was small. He has never stopped provoking his own food, pushing it to quickly grow, so that it can provide him with nutrients. Zhanpeng is much smarter than you in this regard.”

“That’s right.” Du Yu’s expression contained deeply the same feeling as he nodded his head without end. “Yeah, Zhanpeng, this kid, is indeed smart.”

“When there’s time, have Zhanpeng provoke the food some more.” Du Hen turned around the corner of the corridor. “The food’s body still contains some of the outstanding blood of our Du Family, no matter how one looks at it. Its latent potential should not be limited to just this. The food can be increased with a bit more nutrition when the time comes.”

Du Yu nodded and didn’t say anything farther. He looked at the back of his own father and thought about the nickname that the military circle had given this old man—Viper King!

That’s right! Viper King!

Many people believed that the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art and the Phaseless Water Bird Art were two mystical arts that even money couldn’t buy. However, very few people knew the truth. These two mystical arts were actually part of a single mystical art. Its original name was called the Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art.

It was just that this mystical art was far too divine. Even if you were a genius at martial arts, if you were to cultivate the entire set of this mystical art from the beginning, there was nearly a hundred percent chance that you would cultivate to the second level and die from your meridians rupturing and exploding!

There was only one method if one sought to truly cultivate the entire set of this mystical art! First, the mystical art had to be divided, such that two people cultivated in it. However, ultimately one of the cultivators would become food for the other, providing all of himself for the other to succeed.

With the conference having made a decision, the gigantic and highly efficient machine that was the military began to quickly turn its gears. All sorts of departments—ones that did intelligence lookups, ones that provide weapons, and ones that provided transport—all began to diligently do work.

In the skies above Happy Paradise Island, the moon hung, shining brightly. All the recruits in this training soaked in rest to recover their fatigued bodies. During this time, the gunshot of a P308 streaked across the night sky, awakening all the soldiers that were fast asleep.

“Assemble! Immediately!”

Having undergone two weeks of training already, the recruits no longer displayed the chaos they had on the first night upon waking up. Everyone used the shortest amount of time to assemble together.

“Kids, I’m going to tell you some good news.” Satan’s raspy voice was several decibels louder than in the past. “Today, you all don’t need to be tortured and abused by this boss any longer.”

Several X2 helicopters let out the ringing of muffled thunder through their propellers. They appeared above the skies of the training ground. Their propellers revolved at high speeds, setting off gales of wind. This caused countless trees to sway back and forth.

Satan pointed at the skies above. “These helicopters will bring you to engage in true combat! Everyone, listen to this boss well. The mission this time is your standard A-level mission! It is reasonable to say that even soldiers who have just entered a special forces unit for a year won’t have the qualifications to take this mission. I don’t know whether or not the big officials of the military have had their brains fried bad, but you’ve been dispatched to carry out this mission, and they are not letting me, the drill instructor, go with you. Therefore…”

Satan drew in a deep breath before roaring at unprecedented levels. “Everyone, listen well and seriously to this boss! This time is not practice! This time is not training! It is a true execution of a combat mission! Your opponents are crafty, vicious, and ruthless terrorists! Therefore, all you need to be a bit more clever than usual for this boss when you reach the battlefield! Return safely back for this boss! This boss hasn’t finished playing with you all. None of you are allowed to die for this boss! Do you understand yet?”

The recruits all rubbed their nose, which ached a little. This Drill Instructor Satan regarded face as all too important far too much. He wasn’t even a single bit honest during this time, saying that he was worried about them.

“Are you all deaf? Or are you all scared out of your wits?” The P308 in Satan’s hands pointed to the sky. In an instant, his gun fired, completely emptying its ammunition cartridge. “Why aren’t you guys responding?”

“Reporting as ordered, sir! Heard you loud and clear!”

Nearly 100 recruits roared, veins bulging from their necks. Their roaring voices, which nearly shredded their throats, made the earth seem like it was trembling.

“Excellent!” Satan waved his hand. “Right now, you can all beat it!”

“Reporting as ordered, sir! We are beating it!”

Nearly a hundred recruits struck with the most standard military salute in a uniform manner.

“Okay!” Satan gave the recruits a military salute for the first time. “Remember: all of you need to safely beat it back for this boss! Most especially Mute! You kid, don’t have your brain grow hot just by hearing about terrorists and forget how to write the word death!”

Mute, who usually had an expression that said the entire world owed him money, revealed a hint of a rare and tender smile. It was just that this hint of a smile, from the perspective of the others, gave off a premonition that wasn’t good.

“Snake Head, look after your companion well, okay!”

Satan faced the rope that had been tossed down from the helicopter, made for climbing up, and continue to warn over and over with crazy roars.

“Scoundrel drill instructor, just relax and things will be fine.”

Snake Head simply placed the fingers of his hand toward his skull. He used a very smooth sliding movement of around a foot in length to confidently perform the standard military salute for goodbye.

“Scoundrel?” Satan rubbed his smooth head. He was very proud as he spoke in a low voice. “This boss likes this name. You group of little scoundrels need to come back alive for sure.”

“Captain, has the heads of that group of senior officers gone mad? They are actually dispatching these recruits to execute an A-level mission? People will certainly die. And it won’t be a small number like just one or two…”

“Rubbish! How can you say such things about the military, who stand tall and see far?” Satan viciously shut the mouth of his subordinate up. “That group of pigs is no different than a group of idiots! This is how you should praise them.”