"Great progress." Han Feng released his grip, pulled the fallen members to their feet, and asked Night Owl, "Has this tactic been modified?"
Night Owl wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. "I've incorporated the feint technique you taught me last time. But..." He smiled wryly, "I still can't touch the hem of your clothes. Your reactions are practically inhuman."
Han Feng was about to say something when he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind. He instinctively turned to the side and saw Iron Tower and more than ten of his team members crushing him like tanks!
"Captain! A free-for-all is much more fun!" Iron Tower laughed heartily.
Han Feng was also spurred into battle: "Come on!"
The scene that followed was utter chaos. More than twenty elite soldiers displayed their skills in various ways: some tried to trip Han Feng with ropes, some swooped down from above, and others found riot shields to use as weapons. Han Feng weaved through the crowd, and with each strike, someone would fall to the ground, only to be met with a new attack soon after.
Gradually, Han Feng felt the power of the stars within his body begin to circulate on its own—precisely Professor Zero's "Star Orbit" trajectory. His movements became increasingly fluid, each dodge and counterattack executed with uncanny precision. To outsiders, he seemed to have transformed into a ghost, strolling leisurely through a hail of bullets.
\"Bang!\"
The last standing tower was struck on the neck by Han Feng with a chop to the side, and he collapsed to his knees. The training ground was filled with people lying haphazardly, all panting heavily, looking at Han Feng as if he were a monster.
"This is not scientific..." The venomous snake propped itself up. "Your actions just now have exceeded human limits."
Han Feng stood alone in the center of the arena, offering no explanation. He himself was secretly astonished—his strength had improved so much simply by mastering the basics of "Star Orbit." If he were to fully comprehend the principles behind the techniques of those ancient martial arts families, wouldn't he be...?
"Captain." Iron Tower walked over, rubbing his neck, his face unusually serious. "Teach us."
The other team members also gathered around, their eyes gleaming with eagerness. They were all elites, handpicked from among thousands, and naturally recognized that Han Feng was using no ordinary fighting technique.
Han Feng looked around at everyone and slowly nodded: "I will apply to the commander and find a suitable time." He paused, "But not now. You should digest what you've learned today. I'll bring the training plan in a few days."
Cheers echoed across the training ground once more. Han Feng smiled and high-fived everyone, but inwardly he thought: Longyuan now needs more warriors who don't rely on gene serums, and the strength of the upcoming enemies is also unknown. Since Lin Zhengguo wants to be the official ancient martial arts force, he must create a force comparable to gene-equipped warriors. It seems I should find an opportunity to ask Zero.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Han Feng did not rush to leave the base, but instead turned around and went to the door of Lin Zhengguo's office.
He knocked on the door but received no response, so he took out his phone and called the other party, who answered quickly.
"Hello, sir."
"What's wrong?" Lin Zhengguo's tired voice came from the other end of the phone.
"It's nothing, I just have a question I'd like to discuss with you," Han Feng said.
After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, he said, "I'm at Xishan Villa."
"Okay, I'll be there in an hour."
Arriving at Xishan Villa again, Han Feng was already familiar with the place. The sentry simply saluted him and let him pass.
Arriving outside Lin Zhengguo's courtyard, Han Feng walked along the gravel path towards the pavilion. Lin Zhengguo was making tea with his back to him.
"Commander." Han Feng stopped outside the pavilion.
"You're here?" Lin Zhengguo said without turning his head. "Find a place to sit."
Han Feng got straight to the point as soon as he sat down: "I want the Longyuan team members to learn basic ancient martial arts techniques."
The teapot paused slightly. Lin Zhengguo turned around, his brow furrowed: "Are you confident?"
"Seventy percent." Han Feng stated truthfully, "Although they are only at the entry level, they are capable of facing gene warriors alone. If they have high talent, they can even rival true ancient martial arts families."
Lin Zhengguo's expression subtly shifted, from surprise to hesitation, and finally to a complex worry. He poured Han Feng a cup of tea and abruptly changed the subject: "Recently, the intelligence analysis team discovered that at least seven overseas families have begun infiltrating the secular world."
Han Feng took the teacup and waited for what was to come.
"The families in country M have at least twenty financial advisors on Wall Street; the families in country E control their transportation companies and at least three rare mineral transport routes; the most troublesome are the major families in country R. You took down a few of them last time, and now the others are selling modified versions of gene-altering drugs to Southeast Asia through the black market." Lin Zhengguo took a sip of tea. "We contacted several ancient martial arts families in China, hoping they could help counterbalance things, but..."
"You got rejected?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow.
"Various excuses." Lin Zhengguo sneered, "'Avoiding worldly affairs,' 'ancestral precepts are hard to disobey,' the most ridiculous of all is the Li family, who actually said they are in seclusion, not seeing any outsiders for a hundred years."
Han Feng stroked the rim of his teacup: "Therefore, we need our own ancient martial arts power, not to rely on those families."
"Easier said than done," Lin Zhengguo shook his head. "Ancient martial arts training often takes decades to achieve even a minor success. Those old monsters, aren't they all over a hundred years old? By the time we train someone, it'll be too late."
Han Feng suddenly laughed: "Commander, do you know what level I'm at now?"
Lin Zhengguo was taken aback, carefully examining the young man before him. Han Feng had only just begun to grasp the basics of ancient martial arts when he joined the army. Although he had some fortuitous encounters later, at the normal pace of cultivation, he could at most...
"Mid-stage, fourth level of the Acquired Realm," Han Feng said softly.
"What?!" Lin Zhengguo nearly dropped the teacup. "You didn't even have any Qi sensing when you enlisted!"
Han Feng gathered a wisp of starlight from his fingertip and gently touched the tea. A miniature star map immediately appeared on the surface, with seven points of light moving along mysterious trajectories.
"This is my current ability," Han Feng explained. "Although it's just a basic technique, I'm confident it's enough to triple the combat power of an ordinary team member."
Lin Zhengguo's gaze swept back and forth between the teacup and Han Feng's face. Suddenly, he stood up, walked to the pavilion, and took several deep breaths with his back to Han Feng. When he turned around again, his eyes were filled with determination.
"What kind of help do you need from me?"
Han Feng was prepared: "First, a top-secret training base; second, a group of elites under thirty, preferably with martial arts backgrounds; finally..." He hesitated for a moment, "These people must be absolutely loyal!"
"That's no problem." Lin Zhengguo sat back down on the stone bench. "As for personnel, you can make your own decisions; I won't interfere."
Han Feng's eyes sparkled: "Okay."
"When will it start?" Lin Zhengguo asked.
"I need to go to the Liu family tomorrow, at least a week from now."
Lin Zhengguo nodded and said nothing more.
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