Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Little fish, trying to compete with Lin Quan in diving?" Liu Xiaoshan scoffed.

"Master, is he really longer than me?" Jiang Xiaoyu didn't believe it.

"The two of you combined wouldn't be enough for him to swim one lap," Liu Xiaoshan said. Before he could finish, Deng Jiuguang chimed in, "When he first came here, he could swim for at least thirty-five minutes underwater."

"Brother Quan, can you last a full sixty minutes?" Lu Yan gasped.

"Sixty minutes? That's probably not even his warm-up time," Deng Jiuguang added slowly.

"What? That's not all?" Zhang Chong almost choked on his steamed bun.

A month later, the results of the evaluation for the joint exercise with foreign militaries came out.

Lin Quan was awarded a second-class merit, and a bonus of 5,000 yuan was deposited into his account.

It also comes with a fiery blue dagger, its blade gleaming coldly.

At the medal-awarding ceremony, he raised his arm, clenched his fist, and his voice pierced the sky: "I swear, every drop of my blood will flow into the ocean of my motherland!"

The vow rolled across the sea, crashed against the rocks, and bounced away into the distance.

Lin Quan's name appeared directly on the first list... His combat strength is outstanding, no competition is needed.

When it comes to marksmanship, no one can surpass him.

Last time, during a joint exercise with a foreign military, he single-handedly eliminated the more than 300 members of the opposing "Wild Wolf" squad from the field.

Not to mention his physical abilities... In the amphibious reconnaissance brigade and the beast camp, there is no one else who can compare with him.

If Lin Quan really goes to the selection competition, who can stop him?

As soon as Jiang Xiaoyu, Lu Yan, and Zhang Chong left the training ground, they headed straight for their tickets to the Mars Grand Prix.

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black."

After training with Lin Quan for the past few months, the three of them have developed a fierce determination that is no longer what they were like in "Fire Blue Blade".

He hoisted five logs onto his shoulder and ran back and forth along the mudflats.

The wood, soaked in seawater, was incredibly heavy; a rough estimate put it at least 1,700 jin (approximately 650 kg).

Liu Xiaoshan and Deng Jiuguang stood by watching, their hearts trembling, but their faces showed no sign of anything amiss... They had seen it all before, and they had become numb to it.

The first time they saw him carrying one, their eyelids twitched.

The second time I saw him carrying two, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

This time, all five bars rose simultaneously, but they weren't surprised anymore. They just silently pondered: it's gone up again.

The selection process for Mars's spot has concluded, and Zhang Chong, Lu Yan, and Jiang Xiaoyu have visibly become much stronger; Xiang Yu no longer risks his life to block bullets.

The seven qualifying spots are firmly in the hands of Zhang Chong, Lu Yan, Jiang Xiaoyu, Xiang Yu, Balang, Zhao Ziwu, and Lei Ting.

"Lin Quan, Balang, Zhao Ziwu, and Lei Ting will form one team; Lu Yan, Jiang Xiaoyu, Zhang Chong, and Xiang Yu will form the second team." Wu Gang paused after speaking, "You can decide among yourselves who will be the team leaders."

"Yes!" came the unanimous reply, crisp and efficient.

The voting results came out, and Jiang Xiaoyu became the captain of the second team... The minority obeyed the majority, without question.

Lin Quan leaned against the iron frame, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'll lead a team. Who nods, and who shakes their head?"

"I'll raise my hand." Hachiro raised his hand without the slightest hesitation.

"Want to be the captain? Fine, beat me first." Zhao Ziwu raised his chin, his eyes full of defiance.

Neither Zhao Ziwu nor Lei Ting came from the Beast Camp, and they had never personally witnessed how Lin Quan trained or fought.

Of the eight spots, three were pre-selected, and the two of them had been holding their breath for a long time... No matter how capable you are, what soldier wouldn't be competitive?

"The one with the strongest fist speaks." Thunder rolled up his sleeves and accepted the answer decisively.

"The three of you come together," Lin Quan said with a laugh.

"I'm not going to join in this fun." Hachiro waved his hand, very honestly. "Three against one? I wouldn't even dare to get involved... The captain himself said that Lin Quan carried four pieces of dry wood."

One dry log weighs 300 jin, so four logs would weigh 1200 jin.

Zhao Ziwu felt a tightness in his chest, and his face immediately darkened.

The next second, the person had already fallen to the ground; just as Lei Ting pounced on him, he felt a numbness in the back of his neck, his body swayed, and he knelt directly in the sand.

Lin Quan patted the dust off his trousers: "Captain, I'll take over for now."

A few days later, the team boarded the plane and flew directly to Mars.

"Staff Officer Shen?" Lin Quan looked up and saw her carrying her bag up the gangway, and smiled. "You're going too?"

"What? Am I not worthy?" Shen Ge rolled her eyes, her eyes and brows full of charm.

"Staff Officer Shen is the team translator for this competition," Long Baichuan interjected, his voice calm, his left arm wrapped in bandages but standing ramrod straight.

The 303 submarine had been salvaged long ago, and after he recovered from his injuries and returned to his unit, he followed along.

According to the usual procedure, he should have been pinned down in the shadows by the Trust by now.

"Lin Quan, when are we submitting the application?" Long Baichuan asked with a half-smile.

"What application?" Lin Quan didn't react for a moment.

"Your matter with Staff Officer Shen."

"Brother Quan, hurry up and write! If you're late, someone else will beat you to it!" Jiang Xiaoyu winked.

Shen Ge's ears turned red, and she lowered her eyes without saying a word. Lin Quan stared at her for two seconds without making a sound.

"A soldier, a man of honor, is afraid of losing a piece of flesh by writing an application?" Long Baichuan's tone was light, but every word hit the nail on the head.

"I'll write it as soon as I win the championship," Lin Quan said through gritted teeth.

"What if we don't get it?" Shen Ge raised her eyes, her tone indifferent, yet it held a hidden meaning.

"I'll write it too," he answered readily.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth subtly curled up.

"Captain, how do you plan to play against Mars this year?" Zhao Ziwu asked.

"Simple... just walk sideways and crash into them." Lin Quan didn't beat around the bush.

In "Fire Blue Blade," the National Defense Army used wooden sticks, but now? He can take one down with a wave of his hand, effortlessly.

No need to use your brain, no need to take detours, just grind straight to the finish line – that's more satisfying than any scheme.

Jiang Xiaoyu's roundabout and interlocking style of play is clever, but it's not as satisfying as sweeping through the field with a single, decisive move.

Strategic thinking? That's for him to do. What Lin Quan needs to do is to make the word "impossible" resound in his opponent's eyes.

"You brute." Shen Ge glanced at him, her voice not loud, but the last syllable of her words was drawn out softly yet sharply.

"With your physique, winning the championship won't be difficult," Long Baichuan nodded, his tone confident.

The top athletes from various countries who came to participate were all very strong, but when they stood next to Lin Quan, they were far inferior.

……

As soon as the foreigner finished reading the rules, Lin Quan glanced down at the map, then his figure blurred, and he shot forward like an arrow.

Balang, Zhao Ziwu, and Leiting took off chasing after them.

"You guys go first, I'll clean up."

He executed a back throw, and one of the soldiers who was blocking his way fell to the ground on the spot. After the three of them had run a hundred meters, he turned around and started walking. His steps were not fast, but they were as steady as if they had been measured with a ruler.

A straightforward team, they easily took first place in their first match.

Jiang Xiaoyu's group, which took a roundabout approach, gave it their all but only came in second.

In the second round, Lin Quan continued to press forward relentlessly, without hiding his identity or setting ambushes.

It's number one again.

Later, the sentries watching them started to go easy on them... It really hurt, and knowing that going up meant getting beaten up, who would be stupid enough to run into them?

After the final event, Lin Quan led the team across the finish line.

The championship flag landed firmly in their hands.

"Individual first, team first." He wiped his sweat, looked up at the sky, and spoke calmly, as if he had just picked up something he had left on the roadside.

After all the assessment items were completed, Lin Quan, Balang, Zhao Ziwu, and Lei Ting leaned against the sidelines to catch their breath.