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Chapter 160: [159] Kitty, I'm in a dilemma.

Usually, new recruits in the Black Mountain Camp will not receive any field missions within the first three months. They only need to focus on improving their martial arts skills.

Inside the Black Castle, there is a group of instructors, numbering no less than fifty, who are responsible for teaching martial arts.

Each new recruit is entitled to a discount, which allows them to choose six instructors to learn martial arts from, with the related expenses being paid by the Black Armor Army.

After exceeding the six-time limit, the expenses will be borne by themselves.

This is not difficult to understand.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Early in the morning, Vice Lieutenant Tiefeng of the Second Battalion took the initiative to visit Cheng Han.

As soon as they met, he took a few glances at Cheng Han and noticed the faint blue cloud pattern on his skin, which surprised him. "You took the third-level secret medicine 'Azure Cloud Pattern'?"

Cheng Han nodded, "That's right."

He was also very curious. The third-level secret medicine was available to everyone, so why did this guy look so surprised?

He subconsciously made a deduction and his expression became strange.

The result showed that new recruits would only receive the first batch of third-level secret medicine after passing the three-month novice period.

And he received the secret medicine the next day, which was obviously special treatment.

Tiefeng smacked his lips and said, "The Lieutenant really values you."

Cheng Han smiled and didn't respond.

If it were before, Tiefeng would probably have some objections in his heart. Even though he was a genius, he couldn't be given special treatment everywhere, right?

But after the news of breaking the record came out yesterday, the Vice Lieutenant no longer had any objections in his heart.

Genius, that's how awesome they are!

Tiefeng then explained his purpose, "Cheng Han, since you have mastered the 'Hawk Eye Symbol', I suggest you choose an instructor to learn the advanced combat technique 'Hawk Strike Nine Variations'."

Cheng Han blinked, "Do you have any recommended candidates?"

He knew very well that Tiefeng must have already arranged everything.

Sure enough.

Tiefeng smiled, "I have already contacted the senior team leader 'Zheng Yong'. He will be holding a teaching class this afternoon."

The Vice Lieutenant introduced, "Including all the warriors in the past thirty years, Zheng Team Leader's spear throwing technique can be said to be the best in the Black Mountain Camp, unmatched by anyone."

In other words, the strongest in the past thirty years.

This is definitely a very high evaluation.

Cheng Han said seriously, "Lieutenant Tiefeng, thank you for your concern."

The other party did have good intentions, so it was only right to say thank you.

Tiefeng took on an attitude of taking charge, "Let's go, I'll take you to visit Zheng Yong."

Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Han met Zheng Yong.

He was a middle-aged warrior, and he had a striking feature - his right arm was noticeably thicker than his left.

Cheng Han took the initiative to salute, "Team Leader Zheng, hello."

Zheng Yong's tone carried a visible arrogance, "I didn't want to hold a teaching class in the past month, but since Old Iron came to me, I reluctantly agreed."

As a senior team leader, directly calling the Vice Lieutenant "Old Iron" was actually a bit presumptuous.

But Tiefeng didn't mind at all and said with a smile, "Old Zheng, please teach our Second Battalion's genius well."

Zheng Yong nodded, "No problem!"

He then looked at Cheng Han and added, "Since you're a genius, my requirements for you will be stricter than others."

Cheng Han's face remained calm, "Understood."

In the eyes of others, comprehending the Hawk Eye Symbol in thirty-nine hours was a shocking record.

In Zheng Yong's opinion, this is nothing at all.

The soldiers in the Heishan Camp who have mastered the use of talismans and seals are numerous. Who can compare to him in throwing a spear?

Zheng Yong continued, "There are also eleven other students in this training class. Let's officially start the class in the afternoon."

Tiefeng sighed and said, "Old Zheng, only you can open a training class and gather double-digit students in half a day. Other instructors would take at least two days."

Zheng Yong chuckled, looking even more proud.

Everyone knows the reason behind it.

Throwing a spear is the most frequently used combat technique for soldiers, without a doubt.

It is precisely because of this that Zheng Yong's course is so popular.

In the afternoon.

The training class officially begins.

Zheng Yong first gave a lengthy speech on the significance of "Eagle Strikes Nine Transformations": "With just this martial skill, it is enough to deal with most situations on the battlefield. There is no need to engage in close combat with the enemy, greatly increasing the chances of survival..."

The other soldiers participating in the training listened with anticipation on their faces.

Cheng Han remained unchanged.

Having been involved in battles at the level of Xuan Shi multiple times, he felt that this statement was too biased.

If most of one's energy is focused on honing the skill of spear throwing, neglecting other combat techniques, it is likely that they will die even faster in certain situations.

In short, specializing in one subject is not the right path.

Zheng Yong talked incessantly for a long time before saying, "Now I will briefly demonstrate the nine application techniques of Eagle Strikes Nine Transformations."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the other soldiers became excited.

Zheng Yong gripped a short spear and shouted, "First move, 'Flying Diagonal Strike'!"

The instructor swung his right arm forcefully and threw the short spear.

"Whoo~"

A piercing whistle immediately sounded.

This sound was sharper than any whistle Cheng Han had heard before.

This indicated that the speed was faster.

It also indicated that Zheng Yong indeed had some skill.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the short spear flew over a distance of more than six hundred meters and curved in an arc, hitting a wooden target embedded in the mountain.

"Boom!"

The wooden target exploded.

The crowd immediately cheered.

"Amazing!"

"So powerful!"

The diameter of the wooden target was no more than one meter, and it was placed six hundred meters away, appearing as a small black dot in their line of sight.

Moreover, the wooden target was inserted diagonally into the ground, facing the other side.

Yet this instructor was able to hit it with a single strike, truly remarkable.

Cheng Han also showed a look of admiration.

He recalled the instructor's movements and posture, as well as the energy fluctuations he sensed, and a wave of information quickly flashed through his mind.

Cheng Han quickly processed it and roughly understood the principles and techniques behind this strike.

Although he didn't fully comprehend it, he understood about ninety percent.

Zheng Yong had a self-satisfied expression on his face. "This is nothing! I once hit an enemy one kilometer away."

The soldiers showered him with flattery.

"Captain Zheng is truly awe-inspiring!"

"The team leader is truly a master of spear throwing!"

Zheng Yong became even more proud.

At his current stage, he actually didn't lack money anymore. Another purpose for him to open a training class was to enjoy the admiration of others.

Next.

Zheng Yong spent ten minutes demonstrating the nine techniques one by one.

Naturally.

These demonstrations attracted wave after wave of flattery, making Zheng Yong feel extremely pleased.

Then.

Zheng Yong began to explain in detail the first move: "The diagonal throw requires the combination of the hawk eye symbol, and there are several techniques involved..."

After listening, Cheng Han made some deductions and gained a lot of insights.

So that's how it is!

I understand everything now!

Zheng Yong pointed to someone and said, "Cheng Han, come and demonstrate the diagonal throw. Just do your best and show as much as you have learned."

Cheng Han readily responded, "Understood!"

This was Zheng Yong's usual teaching method. He would let a student demonstrate first, then point out the problems and help them improve, while also inspiring others.

The method was simple, but this person could pinpoint the issues accurately, so the effect was very good.

This was also one of the reasons why his training class was so popular.

Zheng Yong pointed to a small black dot three hundred meters away and said, "Shoot the closer wooden target."

Cheng Han took a deep breath and assumed the starting position.

Zheng Yong and the others all looked on with scrutiny.

Everyone wanted to see the true abilities of this famous young genius.

Was he really a genius, or just famous in name?

After a moment.

Cheng Han shouted loudly and swung his right arm with force.

"Whoosh~"

A sharp whistling sound rang out.

The short spear shot up into the sky like a thunderbolt.

Zheng Yong glanced and furrowed his brows, "Off target!"

It was not just off target.

It was completely off target.

The wooden target was clearly in the northeast direction, but the direction of the spear's flight was towards the east.

Even if it could adjust its direction with a curved flight path, it would still deviate a considerable distance.

The expressions of the others became somewhat subtle.

Even if it was any other newcomer, they wouldn't deviate to such an extent, right?

Is this person really a genius?

After a moment.

Everyone's expressions changed.

They saw the short spear, like a gust of wind, pass over the three hundred meter wooden target and fly even further, drawing a standard arc and hitting a wooden target six hundred meters away.

This was also one of Zheng Yong's "teaching targets."

"Boom!"

The wooden target exploded!

A group of people were left dumbfounded.

Cheng Han nodded in satisfaction and put down his arm.

Zheng Yong snapped back to his senses and couldn't help but ask, "Cheng Han, have you learned the Nine Variations of Eagle Strike before?"

Cheng Han shook his head and honestly replied, "No! Today is the first time I've learned it."

Zheng Yong couldn't even believe the punctuation marks.

You've practiced to this level, and it's your first time?

Too unbelievable!

Cheng Han earnestly said again, "Team Leader Zheng, thank you for your guidance. I've learned a lot."

Zheng Yong looked bewildered.

What did I teach you?

*

Qinglin City.

Afternoon.

The black cat left the house and played in the woods of the community for a while before leisurely arriving at Qian Qingqing's house.

This was the task assigned by the master.

Miss Qian Qingqing would regularly write letters and place them in hidden places, and the black cat's task was to read the letters and report back to the master.

After receiving feedback from the master, it was also responsible for replying to the letters and delivering them to Miss Qingqing's house.

In short, it was a "messenger meow."

And the reply to the letters was the most troublesome part for the messenger meow.

Its first reply, although only a short sentence, took half an hour to write and chewed through two pencils.

I'm just a cat, and I have to learn how to write like a human. It's really difficult for this meow!

Half an hour later.

The black cat entered Qian Qingqing's house with ease, even going through the front door.

After all, it had the power of concealment and wasn't afraid of being seen by people.

The black cat climbed up to the attic, used its claws to open a drawer, and flipped through a pink letter, on which was written a full page of words.

Most of the text was about trivial matters in life.

Although it was long-winded, there was a strong sense of longing between the lines.

The black cat read with great interest.

Miss Qingqing's life was even more interesting than this meow imagined!

At the end of the letter, the matter at hand was mentioned.

"Cheng Han, I plan to hold a banquet in three days and invite a group of well-connected clients.

"I will recommend extraordinary ingredients at the banquet and showcase items made from extraordinary materials. What do you think?"

The black cat wagged its tail.

It thought it was great.

During this period of time, the sheriff had thoroughly understood Miss Qingqing's preparations, and it thought she was very capable.

Not worse than this meow!

After reading the letter, the black cat lightly waved its paw.

The letter turned into ashes silently.

The black cat then focused its attention and reported to the master.

It took quite a while.

It finally received a "text message": "I have a script that might be useful for the banquet to help the Second Corps earn points."

Then three more text messages came, each with a lot of words.

The black cat looked melancholy.

With so many words, when will this cat finish writing?

(End of this chapter)