Du Zhanpeng slowly retracted his right leg that he had kicked out. He didn't do it to show off the results of his victory. Rather, he was afraid that a slight carelessness would cause Qin Fen to misunderstand. If that happened, a very troublesome matter would occur.
Du Zhanpeng withdrew the attack he was about to unleash. He squatted down and looked at Du Peng with great interest. "The Phaseless Waterbird Fist's Dance of the Swallow might seem very strong in the eyes of others. But in my eyes, he was no different from trash. I've already said that you're not qualified to fight me. Don't forget that I'm the future successor of the Du Family. And you? It was just a product of his drunken father's mistake on the kitchen maid. Don't think that just because your surname is Du, you're my younger brother. You're not qualified! "
Du Peng's entire face contorted like an evil spirit from hell. His arms suddenly exerted strength, wanting to prop up his body. However, Du Zhanpeng was a step ahead of him. Du Peng extended his hand and pressed down on Du Peng's forehead. Du Peng forcefully pressed Du Peng to the ground. Quite a bit of mud splashed up from the impact.
"Are you interested in fighting with me?"
Qin Fen's voice was very calm. The M134 had long since been tossed to the side. As someone who lived at the bottom of society, he had long been accustomed to the fickleness of human nature. He could deal with anything calmly.
But not today! Qin Fen felt that his emotions were showing signs of going out of control.
The surrounding recruits all looked at Qin Fen strangely. The strength that Du Zhanpeng had just displayed seemed to be that of a four-star, but even a five-star meteor level expert could be defeated by his hands just the same. The Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art was a martial art that couldn't be bought with money!
Facing such a person, he still wanted to issue a challenge? Was he crazy?
De Zhangpeng slowly stood up. He gently shook his head. "How can there be so many people who believe themselves infallible in this world? Was it to stand up for this trash? Let's not talk about the fact that you can't beat me. Even if you did, wouldn't he be a piece of trash? "
"Qin Fen …" Du Peng, who was lying in the mud, slowly propped up his body once more. "If you are my comrade, then don't fight for me."
"Alright, I'll wait for you to defeat him yourself."
Qin Fen crouched down and lent his shoulder to Du Peng, allowing Du Peng to borrow strength to stand up once more.
"Beat me?" De Zhangpeng shrugged his shoulders. His smile was filled with extreme contempt.
The smuggler at the side clicked his tongue and said, "This Du Peng is really tragic. The Phaseless Water Bird Art can also be considered one of the best, but it encountered the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art. What a tragedy. "
Big Rock asked in a simple and honest voice, "Why is it a tragedy when the Phaseless Water Bird Art meets the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art?"
The snake head also quietly replied, "Legend has it that not only is the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder a superior cultivation technique, it is also a special cultivation technique that restrains the Phaseless Water Bird Technique. Tell me, isn't this Du Peng a tragedy? "
Qin Fen gently patted Du Peng's back. He knew that Snake Head's words were true. The Phaseless Water Bird Art was an absolute art. Unfortunately, the starlight dimmed when it encountered the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art.
Du Peng leaned against the trunk of the big tree. The battle just now didn't really hurt his body. It was just that he was defeated too pathetically. His spirit was a little dispirited, as if he had suffered some serious injury.
"I lost again …" Du Peng's words were filled with indescribable depression. His usual coldness had been swept away along with his dispirited and dispirited state.
Qin Fen didn't say anything. Speaking words of comfort at a time like this wasn't a wise choice.
Du Peng began to grow silent as well, but Qin Fen slowly opened his mouth. "Your fist seeped with a sort of melancholy and depression. It doesn't have the carefree nature of the Phaseless Water Bird Fist of legend. Actually, sometimes when you dare to truly face everything about yourself, you can actually let go a bit. "
Du Peng's body faintly trembled, but Qin Fen didn't continue speaking. When it came to persuading people, it wasn't good to nag endlessly. Sometimes, a sentence or two could achieve the best effect for a smart person.
There was a short period of silence, and Du Peng's eyes flickered as if he had made an important decision. He spoke with a faintly sorrowful tone. "You should've understood from Du Zhanpeng's words just now, right?"
Qin Fen gave a faint grunt.
"That's right." Du Peng's tone suddenly carried a hint of carefreeness. "I come from the Du Family. It is just as Du Zhanpeng said. Du Yu raped my mother when he was drunk, and that's why I'm here. "
Du Peng took a deep breath. "I never had any extravagant requests. I, who possess the bloodline of the Du Family, can receive special care. I only hope that my mother, who gave birth to me for Du Yu, can receive a bit of compensation and care. However …. "
Du Peng's smile was filled with hatred. "A kitchen maid is still a kitchen maid. She was even labeled as seducing the male master. In that ice-cold family, not a single person felt that they should do anything for this kitchen maid, that they should compensate her a bit. It was as if nothing had happened. It was as if everything was to be expected and right …. "
"You must find it very strange that I was able to learn the Phaseless Water Bird Fist under these circumstances, right?" Du Peng's rhetorical question carried a bit of self-mockery. "It's truly laughable when I say it. My mother begged me countless times to learn martial arts, but she was mercilessly rejected. This continued until one day, when Du Zhanpeng said that he needed an opponent to increase his combat experience. So, I accidentally obtained a supreme secret art that others couldn't buy with money in their eyes, the Phaseless Water Bird Art. "
Du Peng's hatred didn't lessen by the end of his words. On the contrary, it increased quite a bit. It was just that his mind seemed to relax quite a bit because he had spoken out the matters that suppressed his heart.
Du Peng spoke very slowly. In the beginning, it was as if every word was weighed down by a thousand kilograms. By the time he finished speaking the entire situation, most of the other recruits had already finished their matches. Only a small number of recruits were still tangling with each other.
The group of three, Snake Head, Mute, and Big Rock, had drawn lots to separate them. Only Mute was able to leave the Trash Group. The other two were very unlucky to lose in rock-paper-scissors. They were defeated by their opponents' strong points with their weak points.
Mute, the only one to leave the Trash Group, walked to the drill instructor's side. It was unknown what he said, but he was also assigned to the Trash Group.
Qin Fen stood up at this time and walked before the drill instructor. "I request to enter the Losers Group to receive training."
"Hehe …." The drill instructor laughed as he looked in Mute's direction. His mouth was neither salty nor weak as he said, "I originally thought that you had a bit of smarts, but I never thought that you're an idiot who thinks that loyalty can make a living. Since you want to be abused so much, then I'll help you. Get the hell to the Trash Group. "
Everyone waited for a while longer. There were still a dozen or so people who had yet to determine a victor. The drill instructor yelled impatiently, "Enough! All of you stop right now! It's been so long, yet you're still unable to settle your opponents. This is enough to show just how much trash you are. All of you will enter the Trash Group. "
In the end, Du Zhanpeng, Xing Wuyi, the female soldier, and the other thirty recruits formed a side of the Winners Group. The other sixty or so people were all beaten into the Trash Group.
"Excellent! We've finally separated out the most trash and the trash that is slightly worth recycling. "The drill instructor put his hands on his hips." Trash will never be fixed here. You are complete trash trash. You can challenge these thirty or so trash at any time. If you win, you can switch places. "
The complexions of quite a few people in the Winners Group immediately turned ugly. There was no lack of people who relied on good draws and good luck to enter the Winners Group.
Quite a few members of the Trash Group began to get excited. Everyone didn't come here to train for the sake of returning to their own barracks. They wanted to report to their commanding officers that they were honored to join the Trash Group.
"Then that's excellent! Finally, there are three more things. " The drill instructor's leather boots stomped heavily on the stone beneath his feet. The crowd, which had just been a bit restless, quieted down once more.
"First, I want to introduce this island to everyone. Why is it called Happy Paradise."
The drill instructor slapped his chest in a very flashy manner. "Because every soldier who comes to this island for training can bring me happiness! Whenever I abuse them, torture them, and train them, I feel incomparable happiness. Therefore, I named it Happy Paradise. As for the soldiers who have received training here, they all affectionately call it Demon Island. "
"And I am also affectionately called Satan by all the soldiers who have received training here." The drill instructor's pair of azure eyes swept over all the recruits once more. "Because I am very satisfied with this name, it caused me to forget what my original name was. Therefore, you can call me Dear Drill Instructor Satan. "
Satan licked his lips, which were still very moist and not the slightest bit sexy. "Let me tell you a term that I hate the most. Many people call them elites. I hate elites. I hate them very much. I hate the arrogance of elites who believe themselves to be infallible. Wherever they go, they act as if they are very awesome. I hate them very much. I hate them very much! Therefore, when I heard that all the recruits for this training are so-called elite recruits, I told myself, 'This time! I will definitely create a record! '"
The recruits all pricked up their ears. From the very beginning, this drill instructor's mental state had been somewhat abnormal. What in the world did he want to do?
"I want to create a record with a 100% dismissal rate! I want to make it so that none of you have the opportunity to receive training here until the stipulated last day. " Satan's malevolent face revealed a hysterical and wild laughter. "In order to achieve this goal, I will not hesitate to use any method! You must understand that this training camp of mine has a death quota! Fifty percent! The authority that the military region has given me allows me to train half of the members to death during training. Therefore, if you don't want to die, it's not too late to scram now. "
A death quota. That was a special training quota that only truly elite combat troops would have. Ordinary recruit training simply wouldn't have this kind of quota.
When the recruits heard these words, all sorts of expressions emerged one after another. The scene was exceptionally quiet for a time.
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