Chapter 14 Obsessed with serving the empire!

Before the practical class, the students went to the locker room to change into their uniform, tight-fitting combat uniforms. Ming Nuo's slightly curly silver hair fell to his neck, and the pure black combat uniform made his exposed skin look white.

When Mingnuo changed his clothes and walked out of the changing room, the first thing that caught his eye was Sedwick's superior figure.

Although Sedwick was still a minor like him, his frame was twice as big as his, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His long, straight legs were wrapped in his trouser legs, and a layer of powerful abdominal muscles could be vaguely seen under his black combat uniform.

Ming Nuo turned his gaze and Field's bulging chest muscles instantly caught his eye. Looking again, he found that although Lin Yu looked the same as him, he also had a thin layer of abdominal muscles.

Just him, nothing else.

Unlike Sedwick's cold white complexion, Field's skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color. Seeing Mingnuo staring at him in a daze, he generously lifted up his clothes and said enthusiastically, "Do you want to touch it?"

Ming Nuo was flattered, "Can I?"

"Of course! You can touch me as you like, we are friends after all." Field directly put Mingnuo's hand on his abdominal muscles. Mingnuo touched it curiously and found that it was soft.

Ming Nuo also lifted up his clothes, revealing his belly which was covered with soft white flesh, and asked enviously, "Can I become like you?"

Field smiled and said, "Of course! If you follow me in the future, I guarantee you'll have eight-pack abs!"

Ming Nuo nodded repeatedly with joy, and couldn't help but touch his abdominal muscles. She was really envious.

Sedwick grabbed Mingnuo's hand without saying anything and said coldly, "It's time to gather."

Ming Nuo was reluctant to leave, "Okay."

The person in charge of teaching the students was a burly retired military officer with a rough appearance and scars on his bronzed arms.

The students stood on the training ground according to their height. Mingnuo was the youngest and the shortest, so unfortunately he stood at the front of the team, facing the scary practical teacher.

The combat instructor first scanned Ming Nuo from head to toe, his brow furrowed. He disliked this skinny figure the most; without a strong physique, how could he serve the Empire?

Ming Nuo swallowed and felt uneasy under the intimidating gaze of the practical teacher.

Why do I have to stare at him? Is he not standing straight enough, or is his hair or something messy?

The combat instructor looked away, scanning the students. His voice was powerful and majestic. "When fighting on the battlefield, close combat is unavoidable. Therefore, learning to use mental strength to enhance our combat effectiveness is an important lesson we must learn."

"Now, student number one, step out!"

It was quiet now. Ming Nuo was silently mourning for No. 1's misfortune. Suddenly, he met the sharp gaze of the practical teacher and trembled all over.

No, number one seems to be him!

Ming Nuo took a step forward and said weakly, "Well, I'm out, teacher."

Practical teacher: "..."

The other students all held their breath at this moment. The practical teacher had the worst temper and usually required them to follow the strict rules of the military.

I don't know how he will punish Ming Nuo, weighted running or push-ups...

"Next time I call you, react faster. I'll let you know since you're new here, and I won't do it again." The practical teacher saw Ming Nuo trembling, looking very scared and pitiful. "Next time, you will help the students with the demonstration, okay?"

Mingnuo looked back at Sedwick, and when he saw him nod slightly, he said, "Okay."

The combat instructor stood in front of Ming Nuo and spread out his palms. "Now, use your greatest strength to attack my hands."

Ming Nuo clenched his fist and hammered hard on the palm of the practical teacher's hand, but the teacher's hand didn't even shake.

Practical teacher: "...eat more next time."

Ming Nuo was embarrassed to say that he ate two bowls of rice in one meal, "Okay."

The combat instructor instructed: "Use your mental power to wrap your fist, then attack me."

Ming Nuo did as he was told. A thin layer of snow-white mental power covered his fist. He hit it hard again, but the result was still the same.

The combat teacher's expression became increasingly gentle, but this kind of tenderness on a burly man like him would only make people shudder. "Don't be afraid. Tell me, did you not use your mental power?"

Ming Nuo lowered his head: "I used it."

"Then let's do it again?"

Ming Nuo gathered all his strength and hit his palm again.

"Come again."

"continue."

"Again."

After repeating this dozens of times, the practical teacher's eyes were filled with shock. Each of Mingnuo's attacks did not cause any substantial damage. Instead, his restless and violent mental power was strangely soothed and calmed down.

But this is not scientific at all!

How could there be any offensive potential in the mind?!

The practical teacher couldn't believe it. He found Mingnuo a dagger made of energy ore. This energy ore can greatly increase the power of mental strength.

"Now you use this knife to cut my hand."

Kill the teacher? Ming Nuo was shocked. He put his hands behind his back and hurriedly tried to steal the house to refuse, "No, no!"

The practical teacher's voice was a little louder, "Just take it if I tell you to!"

Ming Nuo looked at him and reluctantly took the dagger. The dagger was quite heavy, causing his hand to sink suddenly. He stammered, "What if I hurt you?"

The combat teacher smiled and said, "Then you can graduate."

Seeing that he could not refuse the teacher's order, Ming Nuo could only clench the knife handle and take two deep breaths. Just as he was mentally prepared to raise the knife, he put it down again when he faced the teacher's face.

The teacher urged: "Can you hurry up?"

"I, I'll try my best."

Ming Nuo was tormented by the thought of wielding a knife against the teacher. He was not an antisocial person. Ming Chuan had taught him to obey the law since he was a child. He was definitely a good boy who was always praised by people around him.

Ming Nuo slashed at the teacher's arm with a fearless attitude. With a swish, the blade hit the hard muscle and deflected heavily.

Ming Nuo was shocked, "Teacher, are you a robot made of iron?"

It felt the same as when he cut the bad guy's neck before.

teacher:"……"

The teacher was almost amused by his stupidity, "Come again!"

Ming Nuo had no choice but to pick up the knife and rush forward again. After realizing that he would not really hurt the teacher, he used his greatest strength every time, but the effect was minimal. It was estimated that he did not even scrape off the skin.

I guess even nail clippers can scrape better than him.

The teacher's patience this time was surprisingly good, so good that it shocked the other students, because he found an iron stake and accompanied Mingnuo to chop for a full ten minutes. During this time, there was no insult or belittlement, only loving encouragement.

Field whispered to Sedwick privately, "Did the teacher get replaced? Last time, my sniping score was a few points off, so he made me run ten laps with a weight!"

Sedwick glanced at him, said nothing, and looked directly at Mingnuo, who was panting from swinging the knife.

The teacher sounded tired and waved his hand, "Alright, I'll deal with your problem later. Go back to the team first."

It's finally over! Ming Nuo was so excited that he wanted to return the dagger to the teacher, but the teacher told him to keep it. "We said we'd continue later, so what are you doing now?"

Ming Nuo: “…”

He knew that school was not a good place.

Ming Nuo returned to the team dejectedly and listened to the teacher's explanation and demonstration. After the classmates were assigned tasks for this class, Ming Nuo was called aside to swing the knife again.

Mingnuo looked at Sedwick for help, looking pitiful.

Sedwick walked up to the teacher like a savior, "Teacher, let me practice with him."

But the practical teacher declined, "You are indeed capable, but forget about teaching others. This child is fragile and probably can't withstand your repressive education. Let me do it."

Sedwick: "..."

He suppressed?

Mingnuo is mentally fragile?

Field couldn't help but burst into laughter. Even after being glared at by Sedwick, he didn't restrain himself and ran to share with Lin Yu, "These two people with poisonous mouths are disliking each other. Help, don't they know what kind of moral character they are?"

Lin Yu didn't say anything. His hand holding the gun was incredibly steady. He fired a shot at the target, hitting ten rings.

Field suddenly realized: "That's right, you're not a good person either, and your mouth is not that sweet. Why? Is being sharp-tongued a tradition of your Lin family?"

Lin Yu: “…Get lost.”

"Okay!"

The disliked Field flew to the other side of the training ground like a butterfly to find his other friends.

No one could save Mingnuo, so he could only continue to chop the iron with his knife. His arms were sore from swinging his knife, and his mental strength might not have been used at all, so there was no sign of drying up, just like the smooth brain of a koala.

Another half class passed and the practical teacher finally called for a stop.

Ming Nuo sat on the ground exhausted, not even having the strength to lift the knife. Fortunately, the teacher was kind and didn't ask him to stand up.

The combat teacher analyzed, "Your mental power still has a certain degree of aggressiveness, but the probability of causing damage is very low. Perhaps it has something to do with your personality. You must practice more in the future."

Mingnuo's mental power is like a carefree little lamb grazing on the grass. It is obedient and soft and will not take the initiative to provoke carnivorous animals that are stronger than it.

Sometimes they will even rub each other with their soft fur and bleat a few times, and the beast that originally wanted to hunt will lose its ambition and live in peace with the lamb.

But if you make him angry, the lamb will use its horns to butt the opponent fiercely. However, it will run out of strength after just one hit and will need a long time to recover before it can attack again.

The combat instructor found a pattern in Mingnuo's attacks. "In your case, one attack may not be effective. You can try a few more times."

Ming Nuo nodded dazedly, "Yeah, I understand, teacher."

The combat teacher patted his head with satisfaction. "You are a good child if you are willing to work hard. You are all good seedlings for the empire. Fight for the glory of the empire! Fight for His Majesty!"

Ming Nuo clenched his fists when he heard this, "I will try my best!"

Once he becomes powerful, he won't have to worry about his brother discovering his existence and coming to kill him. He might even be able to fight back.

With strength, anyone can be great!

The practical teacher looked at the blazing fighting spirit in Mingnuo's eyes, and for some reason he felt a chill in his heart, and inexplicably had a bad premonition.

After class, the practical teacher went to meet his old comrades from his military days.

His old comrade was now a lieutenant colonel. Besides being a hostage at the military headquarters, he was also a teacher at Helios. Seeing his friend approaching with a big smile on his face, he was quite curious. "What's up? Did you meet a promising youngster?"

The combat teacher smiled and shook his head. "There's a new student here today. He's fair and tender, just like that white chocolate cheese mousse that young people like to eat these days. I can't speak too loudly, for fear of scaring him."

His old comrade looked at him in astonishment: "...Are you so timid?"

The combat teacher said with a smile, "Yes, although his physical fitness is not strong, and his mental strength is not very aggressive for some reason, he is weak and timid. I will let him learn to wield a sword first."

The old comrade's frown deepened, as if it was the first day he had met this old friend. He asked from the bottom of his heart, "How could you not scold such a useless person?"

"What good-for-nothing? Don't be so harsh!" The teacher retorted subconsciously, "He's just a little weaker, his perseverance is a little lacking, he doesn't have any muscles, and his mental strength is also useless..."

The teacher's righteous voice became smaller and smaller. His brain, which had been inexplicably affected, finally regained clarity at this moment. Recalling what he had done, he was stunned for a moment and hit his head hard.

"I should have asked him to run a few kilometers with a weight! Otherwise, with his rubbish strength and physique, how could he fight for the Empire and serve His Majesty in the future?"

The old friend rolled his eyes at his friend who looked regretful.

Finally, I'm back to normal. Before, I was like I was possessed by a ghost.