The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The third day was Su Yuehe's turn.

She didn't arrange any training; she simply had all the soldiers sit cross-legged, close their eyes, and then used her words, which carried a special power, to guide and comfort them, trying to build a strong inner defense for them.

"Feel the wind, feel the snow, feel your breath..."

Her voice was soft and had a wonderful rhythm, which indeed brought a long-lost sense of peace to the soldiers who had been ravaged for two consecutive days, and some of their tense nerves slowly relaxed.

But that was all the effect she could get. Su Yuehe wasn't surprised by the outcome. She had already been bullied by the two people before her for two days. If she were to bully them again, that would be going too far.

Her words can plant a seed in the hearts of these people.

Finally, it was Chen Guan's turn.

All eyes were on him, including Long Ao and An Changqing. They were all curious about what method this guy, who had acted as if it were none of his business from the beginning, would use.

Chen Guan yawned and slowly walked to the front of the line.

"I don't have anything to teach you."

His first words stunned everyone.

"My training is very simple, it only has one thing."

He pointed to a row of bare birch trees in the distance.

"From now on, all you have to do is go to that row of trees and, by any means necessary, use your fists to make marks on the tree trunks."

The soldiers looked at each other, completely bewildered by the meaning of this training. Hitting trees with their fists? What kind of training was this?

"Reporting to the instructor, what's the use of this?" The inquisitive company commander couldn't help but ask again.

Chen Guan glanced at him and smiled, "It's useless."

"My training will end when you can leave a clear fist mark on it."

After saying that, he walked to the side, found a clean rock and sat down, looking like he was going to stay up until dark.

The soldiers walked to the tree with some skepticism and began to throw punches.

boom.

bang bang.

The dull thuds of blows echoed through the woods, accompanied by suppressed cries of pain. Their fists quickly became red, swollen, and even bled.

Su Yuehe, who was watching from the sidelines, secretly threw a few buffs at the target, but they still didn't make much of a difference.

Apart from a few bloodstains, there wasn't a single decent dent on the sturdy tree trunk.

Half an hour later, everyone stopped, clutching their hands, their faces contorted in pain.

Long Ao frowned: "What the hell are you doing? This is self-harm."

Chen Guan ignored him and simply shouted to the soldiers, "Continue."

Nobody moved.

They weren't afraid of the pain, but rather felt that the training was meaningless and that they were being humiliated by the young instructor, which made the atmosphere somewhat tense.

Just then, a voice, tinged with amusement and a touch of languor, rang out from the edge of the training field.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I thought it was some kind of unique elite teaching program."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall man wearing a black trench coat leaning against a training post.

His hair was a little messy, and there was a faint smile in his eyes as he looked at the chaotic scene before him.

"So it turns out we were just playing house all along."

At this moment, a powerful melody begins to play.

Holy crap, Tiger Bro!

[That entrance, that background music, it was so cool!]

"We meet again, children."

The white tiger, now in the scene, pushed aside the wooden stake, put its hands in its trench coat pockets, and strolled over leisurely.

His gaze swept over Long Ao, paused for a moment on An Changqing's face, and finally landed on Chen Guan, who was adjusting his posture to watch the show. A smile appeared on his lips.

"Instructor Jing."

An Changqing clearly recognized the instructor who had led them, while Long Ao turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.

"Don't mention it. I'm just passing by and wanted to see how the pride of the council and the academy turned the most elite soldiers of the Great Wall into a bunch of useless trash."

His words were blunt.

Baihu's words didn't contain any profanity, but the undisguised contempt was more embarrassing than direct insults.

Long Ao's brow furrowed into a knot. He took half a step forward, almost speaking before his reason could comprehend him.

An Changqing rubbed his forehead, feeling his temples throbbing again. He tried to bring the situation back on track: "Instructor Jing, we're just trying our own methods."

"Your method is to let them wander in circles within your cryptic tactical diagrams until they get completely confused?"

An Changqing's cheek muscles twitched slightly, looking somewhat ashamed.

Baihu then turned his gaze to Long Ao.

"Is it still your method, treating them like monsters like yourself, using physical limits to filter out so-called survivors?"

Long Ao's face turned ashen, and he was speechless.

He then looked at Su Yuehe, who was huddled in the crowd. Although he had no grudge against this girl, the atmosphere had already reached a certain point, and he would feel bad if he didn't say something.

"Little girl, your method does allow them to sleep well, but unfortunately, they have everything in their dreams except fighting power."

Su Yuehe's smile remained unchanged, and she humbly accepted the criticism.

I love watching it, give me more!

Tiger, my Superman.

[Coffin Bro: Luckily I'm sitting down, so the spray won't reach me.]

The previous ones were naive; this one is even more formidable and must be dealt with carefully.

As expected, the white tiger's gaze finally settled on Chen Guan, who remained aloof and indifferent.

"As for you..."

The white tiger drawled out its voice and circled the rock where Chen's coffin was sitting.

"You're the most outrageous one, actually making them punch trees! Are you trying to teach them how to break bones faster so they can collect their compensation sooner?"

"You'll teach me?"

"I'll teach you."

The white tiger grunted twice, stopped, crossed its arms, and looked down at him condescendingly.

"If I were one of you, I'd be smashing my head against a block of tofu right now."

He ignored the geniuses and turned to walk towards the group of bewildered soldiers.

"you."

Baihu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

"Do you think their training was effective?"

The soldiers looked at each other, but no one dared to speak; military discipline kept them silent.

"It seems to be of little use."

Baihu asked and answered himself, pointing to the row of birch trees that Chen Guan had previously indicated.

"That kid who told you to hit the tree, his thinking is actually quite interesting."

All eyes, including those of Long Ao and An Changqing, instantly focused on Chen Guan. Even Chen Guan himself showed a hint of surprise; he really hadn't expected Bai Hu to be so certain of him.

So it turns out they weren't looking for trouble.

"But he only taught you how to do it, not why you should do it."

The white tiger walked up to the thickest birch tree, which was stained with mottled blood but had no other significant damage.