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#158 - 【156】Stunning skills

Chapter 157 [156] Astonishing the Audience

Afternoon.

Snowflakes continued to flutter.

Cheng Han finally saw the Black Armor Army headquarters – Black Mountain Camp.

In a snowy valley, a blue lake was nestled perfectly in the center, like a beautiful blue gem.

In the very center of the lake, a large, dark castle stood majestically on the water, like a silent black giant.

White, blue, and black were the main colors of this scene.

The scene was picturesque enough to be called a painting.

Mu Zhenghao, the Deputy Commandant of the Second Battle Regiment, introduced with a smile, "The valley is called 'White Valley', the lake is called 'Blue Lake', and the castle is called 'Black Fortress'. Aren't the names easy to remember?"

Cheng Han nodded lightly, "Very fitting."

These names were indeed straightforward.

Mu Zhenghao turned his head to look at the castle, his tone full of emotion, "I've been in 'Black Fortress' for over thirty years, and I have four years left in my service term."

According to the system, warriors who have served for a certain number of years will retire from the Black Armor Army before their strength begins to decline, and be assigned to various departments under the Political Hall.

Cheng Han couldn't help but recall a saying from his previous life – the iron camp, the flowing soldiers.

Mu Zhenghao didn't dwell on his feelings, and waved his hand, "Let's go! I'll take you to see the Army Master first."

The Deputy Commandant took the lead, striding to the lake, suddenly stopped, and glanced at Cheng Han, his heart full of expectation.

According to past experience, newcomers would definitely ask in surprise: Why is there no bridge on Blue Lake?

Then the guide could take the opportunity to put on a performance that would leave the newcomer dumbfounded.

This kind of scene had been staged countless times in the two hundred years since the Black Mountain Camp was established, but it was still endlessly enjoyable, and many people even scrambled to guide the newcomers.

However.

The reality disappointed Mu Zhenghao.

Cheng Han didn't ask at all, he strode forward, walked around the lake for more than ten meters, stepped onto the lake without hesitation, and walked quickly towards the Black Fortress.

Isn't it just an illusion, can such a small trick deceive my eyes?

Mu Zhenghao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "How did you know there was a stone bridge hidden by illusion here?"

Cheng Han didn't look back, and smiled, "Intuition!"

Anyway, I am a genius, and the intuition of a genius is so unreasonable.

Don't understand?

This genius doesn't care whether you can understand it or not.

Mu Zhenghao sighed, "Amazing!"

Why is it so difficult to see this kid make a fool of himself?

Entering the Black Fortress.

Cheng Han immediately realized that although the castle was close to the water, it didn't feel dark and humid at all, but rather dry and clean, and the air was full of fresh air.

There was no doubt.

This was naturally due to Xuanfa.

The decoration style inside the castle seemed simple, but it was actually not simple at all.

Just to give an example, every floor tile within sight had no color difference between any two pieces, and there were no traces of wear on the surface.

This was really incredible.

The Black Fortress has a history of two hundred years, and thousands of people come and go every day. How could there be no traces of wear on the floor with so many boots constantly rubbing against it?

It was not difficult to understand that behind the simplicity was actually meticulous maintenance beyond ordinary people's imagination, which meant a huge amount of human, material, and financial resources were invested.

In a word, understated luxury.

Ten minutes later.

The two entered a living room on the upper floors of the castle.

Opposite the living room were two heavy doors, and a delicate copper plaque hung on the wall next to them, with a line of words engraved on it – Army Master's Affairs Chamber.

Two attendants in white clothes stood on the left and right sides of the door, their posture as upright as pine trees.

The so-called "Army Master" was the meaning of "Master of an Army".

There were many comfortable seats on both sides of the living room, and many people sat there, including staff and soldiers, all waiting quietly to be received by the Army Master.

At this time.

Cheng Han and Mu Zhenghao walked in together, and naturally attracted the attention of many people.

An attendant in white, glanced at the faces of the two, and immediately greeted, "Commandant Mu, Mr. Cheng? The Army Master is waiting for you two, please come in!"

Directly skipping the others was obviously a kind of line-cutting behavior.

A group of waiters immediately stirred up a slight commotion when they saw this.

Low voices of discussion sounded.

"Who is Mr. Cheng?"

"He actually made the Army Master specially set aside time."

On the other side.

Two attendants worked together to push open the door.

"Squeak!"

What came into view was a huge palace-like office, with an area of no less than two hundred square meters.

Cheng Han walked into the door unhurriedly, and he could still hear the whispers coming from behind him.

"By the way, the genius newcomer who killed 'Qibi' seems to be named Cheng."

"He looks really young, I'm afraid it won't be long before another big figure will appear in Black Mountain Camp."

"There were many geniuses who died young in the past, let's see if Cheng Han is a real genius for the time being."

Cheng Han shook his head imperceptibly as he listened to the various voices.

Black Mountain Camp looks high above, but it is actually a place of right and wrong.

Soon.

Cheng Han saw a handsome middle-aged man – the Army Master of this generation, Gong Zhenghuan.

Gong Zhenghuan first praised, "He is indeed a young hero."

The Army Master then said something unexpected, "Cheng Han, are you interested in being my 'Guardian'?"

Simply put, the Guardian is the Army Master's close attendant, and the commandants of the five major battle regiments have to greet him with a smile. There are not many opportunities to perform various field missions.

Mu Zhenghao's face changed immediately.

The Guardian is usually selected publicly from warriors who have served for more than five years. He actually wanted a newcomer to be the Guardian. Isn't this the desire to poach talent too urgent?

Cheng Han looked strange when he heard this.

He thought for a while, and firmly refused, "My parents died in a strange incident. I have personally seen many tragedies in the Patrol Department. I hope to travel every corner of the Tai'an Small Spirit Realm and do my best to eliminate the strange."

In the eyes of others, the Guardian is not only high in status, but also does not have to participate in combat missions, and the risk of death is greatly reduced. It is definitely a dream job.

But he was not interested at all. If he didn't face various strange and alien god believers, the All-Knowing Eye would be useless. How could he quickly improve his strength?

Mu Zhenghao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Deputy Commandant read Cheng Han's file and knew that the genius boy had a bit of idealism.

Although this seemed a bit naive, it didn't seem to be a bad thing now, at least it could leave a genius for the Second Battle Regiment.

Gong Zhenghuan looked regretful, but did not force it, "Okay, I look forward to you making contributions to the Black Armor Army."

Next was the formulaic process.

First of all.

An attendant unfolded a document and read, "Army Master's decree, appointing Cheng Han as a Level Three Warrior."

The ranks of the Black Armor Army are divided into eight levels, namely:

Level One, Level Two, Level Three Warrior, Captain, Senior Captain, Deputy Commandant, Commandant, and the highest Army Master.

Mu Zhenghao was taken aback.

Under normal circumstances, newcomers are all Level One Warriors, promoted to Level Two Warriors with normal performance within five years, and can become Level Three Warriors in ten years.

It was something he had never heard of to directly grant a newcomer a Level Three Warrior.

Cheng Han took the letter of appointment with a calm expression.

And a small item – the Level Three Warrior badge.

Secondly.

Another attendant opened a thicker document and read aloud, "Level Three Warrior Cheng Han, the monthly salary is set at twelve gold coins/month…"

This salary was equivalent to five years of income for ordinary people, and it was definitely a super high income.

This person read a long list, roughly introducing the treatment situation.

The salary was only part of it, and it also included many benefits.

In short, the better the performance, the more contributions made, the better the treatment.

Finally.

It was time for the armor awarding ceremony.

Under the gaze of a group of people, two attendants pushed over a small cart, on which was placed a brand new set of armor.

This was a set of standard armor for the Black Armor Army, made of "Black Melting Iron", and its strength was three times that of ordinary steel.

Only by wearing the "Black Armor" could one be considered a true Black Armor Army warrior in the eyes of the world.

Two attendants started together to help Cheng Han put on the black armor.

Gong Zhenghuan personally picked up the helmet and said with a smile, "Cheng Han, let me help you put it on."

Cheng Han quickly said, "Thank you!"

The surrounding onlookers all showed different expressions.

Everyone knew that Lord Gong had been in the position of Army Master for seventeen years, and this was the second time he had personally put on a helmet for a newcomer.

The first time was when he received the first newcomer in office, which was more symbolic.

"Click!"

With a soft sound.

Gong Zhenghuan buckled the helmet lock, and patted Cheng Han's shoulder again, and said seriously, "I have high hopes for you!"

Cheng Han said modestly, "You are too kind."

Mu Zhenghao smacked his lips.

The Deputy Commandant remembered that this should be the first time that the Army Master had said such a thing to a newcomer.

It was foreseeable that, in at most half a day, the sentence "I have high hopes for you" would spread throughout the entire Black Mountain Camp.

And this was both praise and pressure.

Mu Zhenghao muttered to himself, "Boy, from today onwards, everyone will look at you with the highest standards. I hope you can withstand the pressure."

An attendant shouted in a timely manner, "Ceremony complete!"

This sentence declared the end of the armor awarding ceremony.

Mu Zhenghao thought to himself, "The first test is coming."

Another attendant stepped forward and said with a smile, "Sergeant Cheng, Black Mountain Camp has a tradition that every new warrior needs to perform once in public when they wear the armor for the first time."

This person pointed to the Blue Lake outside the glass window, and continued, "The specific method is to cross the Blue Lake in armor and reach the other side, without using any objects outside the armor, and without using the Rook Ascent."

A pair of eyes, all locked on Cheng Han.

Some with expectation.

Also with scrutiny.

In the past, most newcomers wore armor weighing more than thirty kilograms, and would fall into the water after running dozens of meters on the water surface.

For the rest of the journey, they could only hold their breath and walk from the bottom of the lake, and emerge from the water on the other side.

This moment.

For this genius newcomer, everyone unconsciously raised the requirements in their hearts.

As a genius, if he was the same as other newcomers, wouldn't he be ashamed of the name of genius?

Cheng Han nodded calmly, "I am ready."

Five minutes later.

Two attendants led the way in front.

Cheng Han walked onto a balcony without railings, or rather, a jumping platform.

This was the dedicated place for newcomers to show off.

Behind him.

Gong Zhenghuan personally came over to watch the show.

The number of onlookers was no less than five hundred, which could be described as a dark mass.

Cheng Han looked calm, and took out the six short spears from the back of the armor on his own.

An attendant reminded, "Sergeant Cheng, the short spears are part of the armor and cannot be left here."

Cheng Han nodded, "I know."

A very low voice of discussion sounded in the crowd.

"Do you want to take off the short spears to reduce the weight? It's too boring to play this kind of trick."

"Yes, I was only a Level One Warrior back then, and I didn't play this kind of trick."

One second later.

Cheng Han narrowed his eyes, and suddenly moved.

He held the short spear, and threw the six short spears one by one at an extremely fast speed.

"Whoosh~"

The whistling sound brought by each spear was different.

Some are sharp;

Some are slightly dull;

What was surprising was that their flying speeds were actually very different.

Some are fast;

Some are slow;

Some flew fast at first, and then the speed dropped rapidly.

There were also short spears that were slow first and then fast, which simply defied intuition.

In an instant.

Cheng Han shouted lightly, and jumped up high.

Hundreds of onlookers saw a superb skill that was wonderful to the extreme.

Cheng Han glided through the air for fifteen meters, and the right combat boot stepped on the slowest flying short spear.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

Cheng Han used this to borrow strength and jumped up next time.

The short spear seemed to contain a counter-shock force, and he jumped higher and farther with the help of this force.

This is – strength hidden in strength.

Not only that.

The short spear was also stuck by the boots, and was gently thrown up again, and "clicked" into the rear slot of the armor.

This is the skill of the first style of the Nine Yuan Combat Technique – Stealing Horse Hidden Strength.

The two attendants standing on the jumping platform suddenly opened their mouths wide.

The two had seen many new performers, but this was the first time they had seen such a skill.

Next.

Cheng Han jumped in the air five times in a row, each time stepping on a short spear.

This was indeed a very incredible thing.

Because the short spear was shot out first, and then the person jumped out.

Anyone could see that, in order to form a series of perfect relay jumps, it required strong calculation power, and control accurate to the extreme.

If there was any slight mistake in any place, the performance would fail, and people would fall into the Blue Lake.

"Bang!"

With the last muffled sound.

Cheng Han just crossed the lake with a width of 300 meters, quickly fell down, somersaulted a few times in the air, and steadily stepped on the ground.

Subsequently.

The sixth short spear fell from the sky.

Cheng Han remained motionless.

Half a breath later.

"Click!"

The short spear fell into the armor slot.

This was obviously a fancy show of skills.

It also perfectly met the requirements – people passed, and the armor weapons also had to pass.

Inside the castle on the other side.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

This set of amazing skills shocked everyone speechless.

"Clap! Clap!"