Under the night and moonlight, shadows fled.
The four moved quickly, soon nearing the small forest.
Because it was night and they were focused on chase and escape, plus Feng Yun's silent movements as a junior preparatory Warrior, they didn't notice him nearby.
When the distance was about ten meters, Feng Yun suddenly accelerated, stepping forward and instantly passing Feng Yuxu to face the three pursuers!
Feng Yuxu felt a rush of air beside him, as if a ghost slipped close.
One pursuer noticed Feng Yun charging, hesitated briefly, then sneered and raised his blade to strike, blood expected to spurt immediately.
But at that moment...
Feng Yun's vitality burst forth, and he flashed in front of the pursuer like an arrow. He grabbed the pursuer's wrist, tightened thigh muscles, and his knee slammed hard into the pursuer's abdomen.
"Crack!"
With a bone-breaking sound, the pursuer's belly caved in. He was slammed aside, lying still by the ride, motionless—dead or alive unknown.
One glance, and a man was down.
The other two pursuers' pupils shrank in shock, faces filled with disbelief. Without hesitation, they swung their knives viciously.
At that moment, Feng Yun had grabbed the first pursuer's machete and without looking, slashed.
Slashing Sword Decision!
"Psh! Psh!"
Blades flashed with lightning speed. The two pursuers saw only a brilliant light before their throats burned and they lost consciousness.
Thud!
Two bodies collapsed, blood pooling, a gruesome scene.
"Who!?"
Feng Yuxu, hearing the noise, instinctively stopped and asked upon seeing the scene.
"It's me."
A calm voice replied as Feng Yun stepped out of the shadows.
Feng Yuxu's face turned to disbelief, his head spinning, forgetting his injuries, doubting if he was dreaming.
How could it be Feng Yun!?
In his impression, Feng Yun was just a skinny, timid orm.
But this Feng Yun had taken down three near-junior preparatory Warrior thugs in the blink of an eye. Impossible!
Could it be a dream?
Feng Yun ignored Feng Yuxu's stunned gaze, asked nothing about the pursuers or why they were chased, just looked at Feng Yuxu briefly and left.
Feng Yuxu remained stunned, unable to catch up.
For Feng Yun, this was a minor episode, soon forgotten.
Though at first killing unsettled him, he quickly adapted—he was prepared mentally.
...
The next day, Feng Yun went to school as usual.
At the school entrance, a military vehicle was parked, sparking his curiosity.
In this era, the military played a crucial role.
When Ferocious Beasts rampaged, the army fought fiercely to establish bases amid beasts.
"Are soldiers visiting the school?"
Curious, Feng Yun entered the classroom and found everyone excitedly discussing it.
He was mostly a loner, rarely talking to classmates.
"Brother Chen, do you know why the soldiers are here?"
A voice called out, and Feng Yun looked over.
The speaker was Bai Tianchen, a handsome boy from a wealthy company family, naturally the class leader and strongest.
Bai Tianchen cleared his throat: "My dad told me. The school and military are holding an assessment for us beginners. Not sure about details, but those who do well will be promoted to the advanced class."
The class erupted in chatter, both excited and nervous.
Only Feng Yun remained calm, sitting alone as usual, ignored by others.
Just then, the middle-aged teacher entered and called everyone to gather at the training ground.
The beginner class was the largest among the four main academies, with ten classes and hundreds of students gathered.
On the stage stood two figures: a thin old man and a middle-aged officer in military uniform.
The officer stepped forward, hands behind his back, cold eyes scanning the students, sending chills and causing trembling and cold sweat, as if facing a legendary Ferocious Beast.
"An expert!"
Feng Yun knew at first glance this officer was the strongest person he had seen so far, stronger than Lin Qiang, with a ruthless military aura.
Clearly, this was a battle-hardened soldier who had survived countless bloody wars!
"Ding! Projection Entity detected. Project?"
Hmm?
Feng Yun suddenly heard this voice, eyes brightening, and without hesitation selected 'Yes.'
The Projection Mirror in his mind flashed brilliantly and vanished.
[Projection Entity]: Zhou Kunlong
[Age]: 35 years old
[Realm]: Intermediate Warrior
[Drops]: First-rank Martial Technique 'Mysterious Saber Technique,' second-rank Martial Techniques 'Extreme Collapsing Fist' and 'Divine Power Palm,' first-rank Body Refining Cultivation Art 'Thirty-six Forms of Body Forging,' second-rank Martial Technique 'Cun You Step,' second-rank Body Refining Art 'Golden Bell Art,' second-rank Cultivation Art 'Futu Origin Power Method,' two Blood Qi Pills, an alloy chopping saber, two healing pills, a military uniform, combat experience...
Feng Yun glanced roughly and was amazed at the dense list of drops. No wonder he was in the military; he had much more than Lin Qiang.
But in terms of potential, Lin Qiang still led, being an Attribute Warrior.
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