On the outskirts of Kyoto, Ryuyuan Base.
A black military SUV drove through layers of dense forest and finally stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary mountain tunnel. Chen Feng lowered the window, glanced at the iris scanner at the tunnel entrance, and the heavy metal door slid open silently.
"Welcome to Longyuan." Chen Feng said with pride.
Han Feng peered through the car window at the military base hidden in the mountainside—high-strength alloy walls, a holographic tactical sand table, and special forces soldiers coming and going, exuding a chilling aura.
Su Wanwan sat in the back row, chewing gum and blowing a bubble: "Wow, it's upgraded since the last time I came!"
Chen Feng's lips twitched: "When you 'came' last time, we activated the highest level of firewall."
Su Wanwan waved her hand with a grin: "Oh, that's all in the past~"
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On the training ground, thirty elite soldiers from Longyuan stood in neat formation.
This is a specially assembled group of new recruits who received news today that a new instructor will be coming to train them.
As soon as Chen Feng appeared with Han Feng and Su Wanwan, several disdainful sneers immediately rang out from the group.
"What's going on? The new instructor is a student?"
"Is that red-haired girl next to me here for sightseeing?"
Chen Feng's face darkened, and he was about to reprimand him when Han Feng raised his hand to stop him.
"Not convinced?" Han Feng walked to the front of the line, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone. "I'll give you three chances."
"Front-quarters combat, assassination techniques, and shooting skills."
"If any of these things can beat me, I'll leave immediately."
The team erupted in chaos. Soon, someone stepped forward to challenge Han Feng. Han Feng, however, paid no heed. With the skills provided by the system, aside from shooting and assassination techniques which he hadn't yet used, his mere hand-to-hand combat proficiency had already dealt a heavy blow to the Dragon Abyss squad leader. Therefore, he had great confidence in the skills the system had given him.
The first competition quickly began. A burly man nearly two meters tall, codenamed "Iron Tower," stepped out of the line, cracking his wrists with popping sounds.
"Kid, it's not too late to admit defeat now."
Han Feng didn't even take off his coat: "Let's begin." Before he finished speaking, Han Feng flew out like lightning.
Three seconds later—"Bang!"
The towering figure slammed heavily onto the mat, Han Feng's knee pressed against his throat, his right hand locked in a wrist lock. The entire arena fell silent. "One fatal blow." The only sound was the collective gulping of mouths.
"Next." Han Feng stood up, his tone indifferent.
The second competition was about assassination skills. To put it simply, it was a contest of stealth.
The rules are simple: within ten minutes, challengers only need to find the hidden Han Feng in the simulated city environment.
Longyuan's best scout, "Night Owl," set off with great confidence.
Nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds later, he returned to the starting point dejectedly—he hadn't even caught a glimpse of Han Feng the entire time. "He's behind you," Chen Feng, who had been watching the whole thing, reminded him helplessly.
Night Owl turned around abruptly and found that Han Feng was already standing half a meter behind him, and he couldn't even hear Han Feng breathing.
Everyone remained speechless. Whether it was close combat or stealth assassination techniques, they couldn't defeat Han Feng. They could only pin their hopes on the third match: shooting skills.
The team assembled and headed to the mobile firing range.
The weather isn't great today; the wind is at level four and the light is dim.
The soldier codenamed "Eagle Eye" was the best marksman in the entire Longyuan organization, achieving an outstanding score of 98 rings in rapid-fire shooting.
When it was Han Feng's turn, he quickly took the gun, and without even attaching a scope, all ten bullets hit the bullseye—and this was all while blindfolded.
"This is impossible!" Hawkeye exclaimed.
Han Feng removed his blindfold and casually tossed the gun back to him: "It's just dynamic perception. You can do it too if you practice more." The entire training ground fell silent.
After the competition, the thirty elite soldiers stood ramrod straight on the training field, their eyes no longer showing any contempt, but only awe.
Chen Feng cleared his throat: "Now, does anyone still question Instructor Han's abilities?"
"No!!!" A deafening roar echoed through the mountainside.
In the corner, Su Wan stared at Han Feng, her eyes sparkling. Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine. Suddenly, Su Wan rushed forward and grabbed his sleeve.
"Master! Teach me!"
Han Feng: "...?"
"Look how cute and smart I am, and I even have a built-in hacking skill set!" She clasped her hands together. "Just teach me a trick or two! I promise I won't use it for anything bad!"
Han Feng coldly pulled his sleeve back: "I won't teach."
"Why!"
"Too noisy."
Su Wanwan was so angry she jumped up and down, but then her eyes lit up: "Then... I'll trade you information!"
"What intelligence?"
"Teach me first."
"Give me the information first, and then I'll decide whether or not to teach you."
"You're cheating!" Su Wanwan pouted and stormed off.
For the next few days, Su Wanwan did not show up, while Han Feng began to fulfill his duties as an instructor.
Longyuan Base, 4 a.m.
The piercing alarm shattered the silence, and the thirty new members of Longyuan sprang from their beds. Before they were fully awake, Han Feng's icy voice came over the training ground's loudspeaker—
"Assemble within 30 seconds. Anyone who is late will have to do an extra 10-kilometer weighted run."
"Holy crap! Not again?!" Iron Tower howled, scrambling to put on his combat uniform.
The group rushed to the training ground as fast as they could, only to find Han Feng already standing with his hands behind his back, and a red-haired girl standing beside him—it was Su Wanwan, who had disappeared for several days.
She waved to everyone, a lollipop dangling from her mouth: "Good morning, newbies!"
"The first training exercise today—" Han Feng's gaze swept over everyone, "underwater breath-holding combat."
"What?!" A chorus of groans erupted from the group.
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At the training pool, everyone's faces were deathly pale.
Han Feng stood by the pool, holding a list in his hand: "Two people per group, underwater combat, if you can't hold on, slap the ground to admit defeat."
Everyone was ready and went into the water. At this moment, Han Feng asked, "Haven't seen you for a few days, I thought you'd gone back home."
Su Wanwan muttered to herself, "Isn't this what I was waiting for you to agree to teach me martial arts?"
Han Feng glanced at her: "Exchange it for intelligence."
Su Wanwan pursed her lips and took out a USB drive from her pocket: "We've found Mu Xiaoxiao's whereabouts—she went to the United States, appeared in Las Vegas three months ago, and was last seen at a high-end private club called 'Dark Star'."
She pulled up several blurry surveillance screenshots. In the images, Mu Xiaoxiao had changed her usual innocent look, now wearing heavy makeup and arm in arm with a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses.
“This man is the mastermind behind ‘Dark Star,’ codenamed ‘Knight.’ He ostensibly runs a casino business, but secretly takes on dirty jobs,” Su Wanwan said in a low voice. “What’s more troublesome is that he has connections with an international mercenary organization.”
Han Feng's eyes turned slightly cold: "A revenge script?"
"Most likely." Su Wanwan put away the USB drive. "So... my fighting tutorial?"
Han Feng suddenly grabbed her wrist and twisted it around—
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Su Wanwan screamed in pain.
"Lesson one: when someone gets close, don't just cry out in pain." Han Feng released his grip.
Su Wanwan rubbed her wrist, grimacing, "You're abusing your teammates!"
Han Feng ignored her, turned around and jumped into the pool, personally demonstrating underwater combat.
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A week later, the training results were remarkable.
The team members, who used to complain endlessly, can now complete a 10-kilometer cross-country run while carrying 30 kilograms of weight, and can even hold their breath underwater for more than three minutes.
Su Wanwan's progress was even more astonishing—although she was still sharp-tongued, she could barely withstand ten moves from the other trainees. However, she was still like a little chick in front of Han Feng.
"Not bad." Han Feng rarely praised you like this. "If you train for another three months, you'll be able to beat up some street thugs."
Su Wanwan rolled her eyes: "...Is that a compliment?"
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