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Typically, new recruits joining the Black Mountain Camp do not receive any external missions within the first three months. They are expected to focus entirely on improving their combat skills.

Within Black Fortress, there is a group of instructors, no fewer than fifty, responsible for teaching combat techniques.

Each new recruit has a perk: they can select six instructors to learn combat skills from, with the Black Armor Army covering the associated costs.

Beyond the limit of six, the recruit is responsible for the expenses.

This is perfectly normal.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Early in the morning.

Tie Feng, the Vice Commandant of the Second Battle Group, proactively paid a visit to Cheng Han.

Upon their first meeting.

He sized up Cheng Han, noticing faint azure cloud patterns lingering on his skin, and exclaimed in surprise, "You consumed the Level 3 Secret Medicine 'Azure Cloud纹'?"

Cheng Han nodded: "Indeed."

He was also puzzled. Everyone had access to Level 3 Secret Medicines, so why was this guy so surprised?

He subconsciously performed a deduction and his expression turned strange.

The results indicated that new recruits only received their first Level 3 Secret Medicine after completing the three-month probationary period.

The fact that he received the medicine on his second day was clearly another special privilege.

Tie Feng clicked his tongue: "The Commandant truly values you."

Cheng Han smiled, not responding.

In the past, Tie Feng would likely have harbored some reservations, thinking that even for a genius, there shouldn't be special treatment everywhere.

However, after the record-breaking event yesterday, the Vice Commandant no longer held any doubts.

A genius is just that awesome!

Tie Feng then explained his intention: "Cheng Han, now that you've mastered the 'Eagle Eye Rune', I suggest you choose an instructor to learn the advanced combat skill 'Eagle Strike Nine Transformations'."

Cheng Han blinked: "Do you have any recommendations?"

He knew very well that Tie Feng must have arranged everything.

Sure enough.

Tie Feng smiled: "I've already contacted Senior Squad Leader 'Zheng Yong'. He will be starting a training class this afternoon."

The Vice Commandant further introduced: "Considering all warriors from the past thirty years, Zheng Squad Leader's spear throwing skill is the best in the Black Mountain Camp, unmatched by anyone."

In other words, the strongest in thirty years.

This was definitely a very high evaluation.

Cheng Han said earnestly: "Commandant Tie, thank you for your trouble."

The other party was indeed being kind, so he should express his gratitude.

Tie Feng adopted a "leave it to me" attitude: "Let's go, I'll take you to visit Zheng Yong."

A quarter of an hour later.

Cheng Han met Zheng Yong.

This was a middle-aged warrior with a striking feature: his right arm was noticeably thicker than his left.

Cheng Han took the initiative to salute: "Greetings, Squad Leader Zheng."

Zheng Yong's tone revealed an obvious arrogance: "I originally didn't want to open a training class this month, but since Old Tie came knocking, I had no choice but to reluctantly agree."

As a Senior Squad Leader, directly calling the Vice Commandant "Old Tie" was actually a bit presumptuous.

Tie Feng didn't mind at all, and said with a grin: "Old Zheng, please guide our Second Battle Group's genius well."

Zheng Yong nodded: "No problem!"

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

Cheng Han's expression remained calm: "Understood."

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

But in Zheng Yong's opinion, it was nothing.

There were plenty of warriors in the Black Mountain Camp who had comprehended runes, but who could match his spear throwing?

Zheng Yong added: "There will be eleven other trainees in this training class. Let's officially start the class this afternoon."

Tie Feng said with emotion: "Old Zheng, only you can gather enough double-digit students in half a day when you open a training class. Other instructors take at least two days."

Zheng Yong chuckled, his expression even more arrogant.

Everyone knew the reason.

Spear throwing was the most frequently used combat skill by warriors, without exception.

That was why Zheng Yong's courses were so popular.

*

In the afternoon.

The training class officially began.

Zheng Yong gave a lengthy speech about the significance of "Eagle Strike Nine Transformations": "This combat skill alone is enough to deal with most situations on the battlefield, eliminating the need to engage enemies at close range, thereby greatly increasing the probability of survival…"

The other participating warriors all listened with anticipation.

Cheng Han's expression remained unchanged.

Having been "involved" in battles at the Mystic Warrior level multiple times, he felt that this statement was too biased.

If most of one's energy was spent on honing spear throwing skills, neglecting other combat skills, one might die particularly quickly in certain situations in the future.

In short, specialization is not the right path.

After Zheng Yong's long-winded speech, he said: "Now I will briefly demonstrate the nine application techniques of Eagle Strike Nine Transformations."

As soon as these words came out, the other warriors all became excited.

Zheng Yong grasped a short spear and shouted: "First Form, 'Flying Oblique Strike'!"

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

"Whoosh~"

A piercing screech immediately rang out.

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

This indicated a higher speed.

This also showed that Zheng Yong indeed had skill.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The short spear traversed an ultra-long distance of over six hundred meters in the air, bypassed an arc, and hit a wooden target inserted into the mountain.

"Bang!"

The wooden target exploded.

A group of people immediately cheered.

"Amazing!"

"Too strong!"

The wooden target was no more than one meter in diameter, placed six hundred meters away, appearing as just a small black dot in sight.

Moreover, the wooden target was inserted obliquely into the ground, with its front facing the other side.

Yet, this instructor was able to hit it with one strike, which was truly remarkable.

Cheng Han also revealed an expression of admiration.

Recalling the other party's movements and the sensed source energy fluctuations, a wave of information quickly flashed through his mind.

Cheng Han quickly digested it, roughly understanding the principle and techniques of this strike.

Although he didn't understand everything, he understood about ninety percent.

Zheng Yong's face was full of self-satisfaction: "This is nothing! I used to hit enemies one kilometer away at the farthest."

The warriors once again offered a torrent of flattery.

"Squad Leader Zheng is mighty!"

"The Squad Leader is indeed a master of spear throwing!"

Zheng Yong became even more proud.

At his current level, he was no longer short of money. Another purpose of his willingness to open a training class was to enjoy the admiring gazes of others.

Next.

Zheng Yong spent ten minutes demonstrating the nine techniques in sequence.

As a matter of course.

These demonstrations brought wave after wave of flattery, making Zheng Yong feel extremely comfortable.

Subsequently.

Zheng Yong began to explain the first form in detail: "The throwing of the 'Flying Oblique Strike' requires combining with the Eagle Eye Rune, and there are several techniques involved…"

After listening, Cheng Han performed a slight deduction and gained a lot in his heart.

So that's how it is!

I understand everything!

Zheng Yong called out a name: "Cheng Han, you come and demonstrate the 'Flying Oblique Strike', just do your best, show as much as you've learned."

Cheng Han readily responded: "Understood!"

This was Zheng Yong's conventional teaching method: first have a student demonstrate, then point out the problems and help them improve, while also inspiring others.

The method was simple, but he could pinpoint the problems with a single remark, so the effect was very good.

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

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

Cheng Han took a deep breath and adopted a starting stance.

Zheng Yong's and everyone else's gazes were all scrutinizing.

Everyone wanted to see the quality of this famous young genius.

Was he a real genius, or just someone with an empty reputation?

A moment later.

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

"Whoosh~"

A screeching sound rose.

The short spear rose into the sky like lightning.

Zheng Yong glanced at it and frowned: "It's off!"

It was more than just off.

It was ridiculously off.

The wooden target was clearly in the northeast direction, but the spear's flight path actually pointed to the east.

Even if it could adjust its direction with an arc flight, it would still deviate by a considerable distance.

The expressions of the others were a bit subtle.

Even any new recruit wouldn't be so ridiculously off, right?

Is this really a genius?

A moment later.

Everyone's expressions changed.

The short spear, like a gust of wind, passed over the wooden target three hundred meters away and flew to a greater distance. It drew a standard arc and hit a wooden target six hundred meters away.

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

"Bang!"

The wooden target exploded!

Success!

A group of people were completely stunned.

Cheng Han nodded with satisfaction and lowered his arm.

Zheng Yong came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask: "Cheng Han, have you learned 'Eagle Strike Nine Transformations' before?"

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

Zheng Yong didn't believe a single punctuation mark.

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

Too fake!

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

Zheng Yong looked blank.

What did I teach you?

*

Qinglin City.

In the afternoon.

The black cat left home, first played in the小区's (residential district) woods for a while, doing high-altitude jumps, before leisurely arriving at Qian Qingqing's house.

This was a task assigned by the master.

Miss Qian Qingqing would periodically write letters, placing the letters in a hidden place, and the black cat's task was to read the letters and then report to the master.

After the master gave feedback, it also had to be responsible for replying to the letter, and finally delivering the letter to Miss Qingqing's house.

In a word, this was a "messenger meow".

And the reply letter was precisely the most troublesome part for the messenger meow.

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

I'm just a cat, and I even have to learn how to write human words, this is really difficult for this meow!

Half an hour later.

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

Anyway, it had the power of secrecy, so it wasn't afraid of being seen.

The black cat climbed to the attic, used its paw to open a drawer, and flipped out a pink letter, which was filled with a full page of words.

Most of the text mainly described small things in life.

Although it was verbose, the words were interspersed with a lot of longing.

The black cat read with relish.

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

The last paragraph mentioned the real business.

"Cheng Han, I plan to hold a banquet in three days, inviting a group of clients with whom I have a good relationship.

"I will recommend extraordinary ingredients at the banquet, and display items made of extraordinary materials. What do you think?"

The black cat wagged its tail.

It thought it was very good.

Recently, the police chief had learned in detail about Miss Qingqing's various preparations, and it thought she was very capable.

Not worse than what this meow does!

The black cat finished reading the letter and lightly waved its paw.

The letter silently turned to ashes.

The black cat concentrated its mind and made a report to the master.

A good while passed.

It received a "text message": "I have a script that maybe can be used at the banquet to do something to help the Second Battle Group earn points."

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

The black cat looked melancholy.

So many words, when will this cat meow finish writing?