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New recruit competition.

The arena for the competition was set up on the training ground on the east side of the camp.

The simple wooden ring, surrounded by ropes, couldn't be simpler.

But there were quite a few onlookers.

Veterans, officers, and logistics personnel—everyone who could come from the camp—came.

The beast tide has just ended, so everyone's looking for some fun to watch.

A row of VIP seats was also set up below the ring.

Three people from the provincial martial arts association arrived, dressed in matching dark blue uniforms, and sat in the middle.

Representatives from several prominent families also sat on either side of each other, occasionally whispering to each other.

Lin Feng sat on the referee's bench, leaning back in his chair, looking utterly bored.

Zhang Qian sat next to him, holding a list in his hand, and muttering to himself.

"This year's recruit competition has a total of 64 participants, using a single-elimination system. The highest level is Martial Artist Level 3, and the lowest is Martial Apprentice Level 7."

"Um."

"The champion's prize is a D-grade weapon, plus a cash prize of 50,000 and the right to choose the garrison area first."

"Um."

"At least take a look at the list."

"Not interested."

Lin Feng yawned.

He did some calculations last night.

He spends a whole day in the recruit competition, and if he acts as a referee for the whole day, it's like wasting a whole day of grinding time.

How many martial arts points can you earn in a day?

It's at least ten thousand.

Ten thousand martial arts points are enough for him to advance several more levels.

Now I'm sitting here watching a bunch of martial arts apprentices and low-level martial artists fight each other.

deficit.

blood loss.

The competition has already begun on stage.

In the first match, two new recruits at the eighth dan level of martial arts clashed, exchanging blows and punches for five minutes before a winner was decided.

The veterans watching ate sunflower seeds and enjoyed the spectacle, occasionally chiming in with a few words.

"Hit him harder! Chop him!"

"You call this fighting? My grandma fights much better!"

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, his eyelids drooping with sleep.

The matches kept coming one after another, and it got more and more boring.

By the afternoon, most of the 64 contestants had been eliminated, leaving only the top eight.

It looked a little better at this point.

Among the top eight is a man named Zhao Tianci, a third-dan martial artist. He is clearly from a prestigious family and has exquisite swordsmanship. He won three matches in a row without getting injured.

There was another one named Liu Meng, a second-level martial artist, but he was as strong as an ox and his fighting style was simple and brutal, killing one person with a single punch.

The other six are at roughly the same level, ranging from first to second stage martial arts.

Zhang Qian leaned closer: "Sergeant Lin, that Zhao Tianci was recommended by the provincial martial arts association. He's said to be a direct descendant of the Zhao family and has quite a bit of talent."

"Um."

"Couldn't you have said just one more word?"

"Sleepy."

Zhang Qian: "..."

The quarterfinals have begun.

In the semi-finals, Zhao Tianci faced Liu Meng. The two fought for three minutes before Zhao Tianci broke through Liu Meng's defense with a single sword strike and won.

Clean and efficient, he's definitely got some skills.

The other semi-final has also ended, with a martial artist named Chen Fei, a second-dan, emerging victorious.

finals.

Zhao Tianci to Chen Fei.

Before the match even started, the martial arts association representatives in the VIP seats had already stood up and applauded.

"Tianci is indeed the most outstanding recruit in our class."

"At the third level of martial arts, he has already grasped the basics of swordsmanship. Given time, his future is limitless."

On the arena, Zhao Tianci stood with his sword in hand, his expression calm and composed.

He glanced at Lin Feng on the referee's bench and frowned slightly.

This referee was dozing off the whole time, that's so disrespectful!

"Referee, we can begin." Zhao Tianci cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng raised his eyelids and looked at the stage.

Then he did something that no one expected.

He stood up.

He grabbed the mountain-cracked object and jumped onto the arena.

The entire audience was stunned.

Zhang Qian nearly fell off his chair: "Sergeant Lin? What are you doing?"

Lin Feng ignored him, walked to the center of the arena, and glanced at Zhao Tianci and Chen Fei.

"Who's stronger between you two?"

Zhao Tianci and Chen Fei looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'll ask again." Lin Feng took the Rift Mountain knife off his shoulder and touched the ground with the tip.

"In this new recruit competition, whoever thinks they are the strongest, step forward."

The audience was silent.

Zhao Tianci frowned and took a step forward: "I'm the strongest among this year's new recruits, is there a problem?"

"no problem."

Lin Feng mentioned Lieshan.

"Got it."

Before Zhao Tianci could react, a blade of light was already in front of him.

fast.

It was so fast that Zhao Tianci didn't even have time to draw his sword.

when!

The back of the blade struck Zhao Tianci's sword.

The sword flew out of his hand and landed on a wooden pillar at the edge of the arena, vibrating and humming several times.

Zhao Tianci was so shocked that he staggered back five steps, his tiger's mouth split open and bleeding profusely.

one move.

Lin Feng sheathed his sword, the tip touching the ground again.

"Who else thinks they're the strongest?"

The entire training ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Chen Fei took three steps back and raised his hands above his head: "I admit defeat."

The martial arts association representative in the VIP section had a livid face.

Zhao Tianci clutched his hand, glaring at Lin Feng through gritted teeth: "You're the referee! How could the referee lay a hand on him!"

Lin Feng tilted his head.

"I've been watching you play all day, it's too slow. I'll help you speed things up."

He turned around and faced the entire audience.

"I've already decided that I'll be the champion of this year's recruit competition."

He pointed to himself.

"I."

The whole place erupted.

"Referees stealing the championship? Is that even allowed?"

"That's a 50,000 yuan reward and a D-grade weapon!"

"Is this person mentally ill?"

In the VIP section, a middle-aged man from the Martial Arts Association suddenly stood up.

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous! The recruit competition is an official military event. How dare you, a referee, interfere with the competition by going on stage without authorization? I'm going to file a complaint with higher-ups!"

Li Zhenguo appeared behind the VIP seats at some unknown time.

He crossed his arms and looked at Lin Feng on the ring, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

"Complain? To whom should we complain?"

"I'm voting for Commander Li! Your men are acting recklessly in the ring, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Li Zhenguo nodded.

"Tube."

He turned to look at the ring.

"Raymond Lam!"

"exist."

"Would you like the D-grade weapon that's the champion's prize?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Yes. I'll sell it later to get some money."

Li Zhenguo laughed and said, "Okay, give it to him."

The people from the martial arts association were so angry their faces turned green.

"Li Zhenguo! You!"

"What about me?" Li Zhenguo stopped laughing and glanced over with his one eye.

"This kid's a new recruit too, but he was just promoted to sergeant major a few days ago. Three days ago, he single-handedly held off the beast horde, killing three C-rank alien beasts. Could any of your martial arts association's new recruits, even tied together, withstand a single blow from him?"

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

Then, someone on the veterans' bench shouted something.

"Sergeant Lin is awesome!"

"Awesome!!!"

Hundreds of veterans echoed in unison, their shouts nearly overturning the ring.

Zhao Tianci stood on the arena, clutching his bleeding hand, his expression a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.

The third level of warrior.

He was very proud of his martial arts third dan.

They couldn't even last one round against their opponent.

"What level are you at exactly?" he asked subconsciously.

Lin Feng jumped off the stage without looking back.

"Martial arts master".

Two words floated over.

Zhao Tianci's hand fell to his sides.

......