The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

The day of selecting new recruits has arrived.

Someone came to their tent early in the morning and gave each person four number tags.

After everyone received their number tags, the man took them to the training ground.

When Liao Qinglan and the others arrived, many people had already gathered in the martial arts arena.

The number of people before her far exceeded her imagination.

The beggar who came from the dilapidated temple was no more than fifty years old.

However, at this moment, at least five hundred new recruits had gathered on the parade ground.

Liao Qinglan carefully observed the expressions of the crowd.

Among them are many people like Chen Aniu, who have eager eyes shining and are confidently ready to meet the challenge.

But there are more recruits who are full of worries at this moment, and it is obvious that they did not come here willingly.

On the martial arts field, four towering arenas stand.

On the way here just now, someone had already explained the rules to them:

Competitions will be held simultaneously on these four stages.

The four winners standing on the ring will become the four new centurions.

In order to ensure that the best people are selected, each of them has four number plates. Even if they lose in one of the arenas, they can still challenge other arenas.

When almost all the new recruits had arrived, Wu Mo slowly walked out of the tent and sat down on the platform.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, examining every recruit on the field.

After Wu Mo sat down firmly, a man who looked like a deputy general stood in the center of the training ground and read out the rules of this competition again.

Following the deputy general's order, some people started to stand on the stage.

Although Liao Qinglan had never experienced such a competition, she knew very well that such a selection was like the sifting of sand by the waves, and the people who stayed behind would become stronger and stronger as time went on.

She has already made up her mind to keep a low profile and now just wants to get on the court as soon as possible and be eliminated early so that she can watch the game leisurely from the sidelines.

However, when she saw the first few competitions, she couldn't help but smack her lips.

The fighting between the new recruits was like children playing, without any rules or strength.

In Liao Qinglan's opinion, such a competition was just like a fight between street thugs. If it happened in a military camp, it would be a joke.

She even felt that she could fight for a few rounds...

Liao Qinglan couldn't help but look up at Wu Mo.

The general had a very unpleasant look on his face, and tapped the armrest of the chair impatiently with his fingers, obviously extremely dissatisfied with such a competition.

At this moment, a funny scene happened in the martial arts arena.

I saw a short and thin recruit staggering onto the stage.

His steps were unsteady and he looked very unfocused.

Seeing this, his opponent sneered with disdain and prepared to win the game easily.

The opponent stepped forward aggressively, raising his fist. To everyone's surprise, the short recruit fell to his knees, shouting, "Spare me, sir! Spare me, sir!"

This scene caught his opponent off guard, with his fist hanging in the air, not knowing whether to fight or not to fight, and he was caught in a dilemma.

The crowd watching saw this scene and burst into laughter.

Wu Mo could no longer tolerate such a frivolous scene.

He stood up and walked down the platform with great momentum.

Wu Mo's arrival instantly made everyone's laughter disappear.

Everyone held their breath and watched him walk towards the ring step by step.

He walked up to the kneeling recruit and asked coldly, "Why are you kneeling and begging for mercy?"

The new soldier replied shamelessly: "I couldn't beat him, and I didn't want to fight, so I begged for mercy. Why, is that not okay?"

"If you surrender without a fight, wouldn't you be deserting the battlefield if you went to it?" Wu Mo's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.

"I don't want to be a soldier at all, and I don't want to go to the battlefield!" the recruit retorted emotionally.

Wu Mo heard this and said sternly: "Whether you like it or not, since you are standing here, you must abide by military regulations and obey orders! All of you are the same, no exceptions!"

As soon as Wu Mo finished speaking, the entire martial arts arena fell into silence.

Those recruits who were originally dissatisfied and reluctant now lowered their heads and dared not refute at all.

Wu Mo was so imposing that the thin recruit was intimidated by his majesty and trembled all over.

"You surrender without a fight, which is equivalent to desertion. You must be dealt with by military law. Come! Drag him away and give him twenty military sticks!" Wu Mo's voice was loud and unquestionable.

The skinny recruit was unable to resist and was dragged to the sidelines like a zombie.

The military stick was raised high and fell down fiercely with the sound of wind. Each stick seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

At the beginning, the screams of the new recruits echoed throughout the training ground.

But after only five blows, he could not bear the pain and fainted.

After the military law was executed, the recruit was already dying and had almost lost half his life.

Wu Mo waved his hand calmly and ordered his men to carry him away.

"Whoever dares to neglect the competition, stand up now!"

His words were powerful and revealed an authority that could not be challenged.

Seeing this, many soldiers who had originally just wanted to deal with it perked up their spirits.

Afraid that if I behaved poorly, I would suffer the same punishment.

In the following competition, everyone fought hard and performed much harder than before.

Liao Qinglan couldn't help but admire General Wu.

This simple action just now not only emphasized the discipline of the military camp, but also inspired the fighting spirit of the new recruits.

This person is indeed very skilled.

But now she is more worried about herself than admiring others.

The people competing on the ring are getting stronger and stronger, and their moves are becoming more and more ferocious.

Liao Qinglan felt a little regretful that she had not gone on stage earlier.

She was afraid that if she delayed any further, when a truly powerful person came out, she would be powerless to resist.

If she were to go against someone like Gu Mingzhao, she would undoubtedly suffer an inhumane blow.

Can't wait any longer!

"I'm ready to go on stage." Liao Qinglan said.

Gu Mingzhao asked: "Why are you going up so early?"

"I'm afraid if I wait any longer, someone stronger will come and slap me away."

"Don't go. It's not the right time yet." Gu Mingzhao said.

"Why?" Liao Qinglan turned to look at Gu Mingzhao with confusion in her eyes.

Gu Mingzhao frowned and said in a deep voice: "These people are not careful when they attack. I'm afraid you will get hurt. On this stage, the outcome is unpredictable. I don't want you to take this risk."

When Liao Qinglan heard this, a warm feeling surged in her heart. She knew that Gu Mingzhao really cared about her.

"When can I play?" she asked softly.

"Wait a little longer. After I get on the field, you can challenge me again. I will control my strength and won't let you get hurt."

Liao Qinglan stood obediently aside, waiting for Gu Mingzhao to show his skills.