Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

Mo Zian and Chen Bu'nei whispered a few words quickly without attracting the attention of others. Then, Mo Zian watched as number 4 on the stage, after only a few moves, knocked number 3 down with a groin kick.

"Number 4, Chu Yansheng."

Mo Zian and Chen Bunei exchanged a glance, realizing they might have set a very bad precedent...

Since the rules were not explained when they were read out, and only the rules for the battles and rounds were mentioned, no one knew who would stay and who would leave in the end.

However, losing fewer matches is always a good thing, and with such a long competition, "how to win quickly" becomes a problem that must be considered.

Now that Mo Zian has set a precedent, everyone has started to follow suit.

There's no other way; if you can't beat them, you join them.

So much so that the later groups didn't even bother to put on a fighting stance when they met, they just kicked and defended their lower body, as if they had planned it beforehand.

The situation only improved when a gleaming young man took the stage.

"Number 19, Lin Qingning wins."

Mo Zian stared in disbelief at the bald young man saluting on the stage. He had never imagined that such a martial art as "Iron Underpants" existed in this world.

His opponent's kick was solid, but Lin Qingning stirred his ethereal energy, and instead, his opponent staggered several steps while clutching his foot, before being directly pinned to the ground.

……

"That's some impressive skill."

In the observation room on the second floor, Shen Yi sighed softly, "I just don't know how long this level of endurance can last."

"Vice Principal, the cafeteria has not received any orders to provide meals."

Beside him, Colonel Zhou Ting leaned closer to the old man and whispered, "Will this third round of retesting take a while? Will it be necessary to...?"

"unnecessary."

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "That's just right."

"Please enlighten me, Vice Principal," Zhou Ting said.

"My imperial army must be composed of a group of passionate young people."

As the old man looked down, he said, "However, if you want to enter my capital's military academy and become a prince's protégé, you need to keep your passion burning longer than others. This requires you to have a fiery heart."

"I see, thank you for your guidance, Vice Principal," Zhou Ting said.

The old man shook his head: "It's not that. You've been transferred here from the front line for less than 5 years, and you took over the previous batch of trainees halfway through."

At this point, the old man turned to look at Shen Yi: "But speaking of which, nephew Shen, have you arranged lunch yet? People need to eat, otherwise they'll get hungry."

Shen Yi turned around, a mysterious smile on his face.

"Reporting to the general, everything is arranged."

……

Time quickly came to noon (12:00). After the last group of the first round finished, a group of auxiliary officers pushed a food cart into the training room.

The dining carts were filled with iron plates, each covered with a white cloth. After all the dining carts were parked, the assistant sergeant lifted the white cloths, revealing clumps of crimson.

It looks like beef, raw.

Instantly, the crowd stirred when they saw their lunch, and many began to whisper among themselves.

"What are you doing? What are you all doing? Silence! Do you all still want to eat?"

Du Chi appeared in the training room at this moment. After everyone's eyes were focused on him, Du Chi pointed to the raw meat on the food cart and said, "Listen up, this is your lunch. You have 15 minutes to eat. To take care of the new recruits, we have prepared a can of salt for each of you."

Let me make this clear beforehand: aside from what's on your plate, we won't be providing any other food. Whether you eat or not is up to you, but you should also think carefully about whether you can handle the upcoming tests... the cooking squad!

"arrive!"

"Start serving the meals."

"Yes."

Plates of raw beef were placed in front of each person, and each person's expression was different.

"Alright, on my command, everyone, let's eat!"

Upon hearing Du Chi's command, only a handful of people immediately picked up the beef, and Mo Zi'an was one of them.

The reason is simple: he had experienced it in his past life, and he had eaten even more disgusting things.

The beef in front of me looked very fresh and of good quality, and he thoughtfully provided a small knife for cutting it.

In my past life, I trained by directly chewing the food.

To be fair, considering the standards of the capital city's military academy, this is considered special treatment for new recruits.

Cut, chew, and then swallow.

Mo Zian doesn't call this eating behavior "eating," but simply replenishing energy. It has nothing to do with taste, so it's best not to think about it.

But Chen Bunei, who was next to him, was quite different; he was really enjoying his meal.

"My hometown is a herding village. In winter, the freshest pork tenderloin is left outside to freeze until it's half-frozen. We slice it up and eat it with wild onions and milk wine. That's a bite."

"The problem is, we don't have wild onions or milk wine anymore, bro."

Wei Qiao sat behind them, looking at the piece of beef he had cut off, but never putting it in his mouth. He muttered, "I've never even eaten raw drunken crab since I was a child."

At this moment, Luo Chong, who was sitting not far away, turned his face and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth—this son of a military family was also among the first to start eating raw meat.

"Don't worry, beef can be eaten raw. It's just a psychological thing. The meat we get is always the freshest."

Luo Chong offered a word of advice, then turned back to continue eating.

"Yes, Ah Qiao."

Mo Zian also turned his head and said, "You said you have ideals and don't want to sell tobacco. If you really want to prove yourself right, start with this piece of raw meat."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qiao's expression brightened, and he immediately threw the beef in his hand into his mouth. Clearly, the bloody taste made him very uncomfortable. After chewing a few bites haphazardly, he gagged and spat the meat out.

Wei Qiao swallowed hard, then threw the meat back into his mouth, chewed it briefly, and swallowed it.

Wei Qiao's performance was very representative; most people were like that—in fact, Wei Qiao was quite good; a quarter of an hour later, he had almost finished the entire piece of beef in front of him.

Some people didn't even eat half of it, even though everyone present, regardless of gender, had a normal appetite.

Since there was no limit to the amount of water in the training room, many people started drinking a lot of water after eating meat in order to wash away the fishy taste in their mouths.

Especially when eating meat, people who sprinkle a lot of salt on it tend to drink even more water.

"Everyone, listen to my command! Go to the toilet now, and then only once every two hours. Hurry!"

People who drink a lot of water were momentarily dumbfounded.

The competition continued.

As time went on, the power of the groin kick increased exponentially. Later on, many people looked pale when they came up with it, and some even gave up immediately—afraid of being hit in the groin and then urinating.

All of this was observed by people in the observation room on the second floor.

"No wonder he's a recipient of two Silver Dragon Medals."

Colonel Zhou Ting glanced at Shen Yidao beside him, "Just a pee was enough to expose some people's true colors."

"You flatter me, senior."

Shen Yi stood next to Zhou Ting, his tone tinged with indescribable sadness: "One of my soldiers once exposed his position because of a pee. It was a lesson learned in blood."

"Perhaps this is the significance of the capital military academy transferring you and me here." Zhou Ting's tone was somewhat wistful, and then he looked at Shen Yidao, "I hope that you can use the next 180 days to train a group of spirited and fierce soldiers who can fight tough and hard battles."

To be honest, the students from the last cohort left a very mediocre impression on me.

Shen Yi's expression turned slightly serious: "Please rest assured, senior, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

Zhou Ting nodded: "During the recruit training camp, if you encounter any difficulties at work, just let me know, and I will help you coordinate. All the training grounds, facilities, and weapons in the entire military academy will be open to you."

"Thank you, senior!" Shen Yi said, his spirits lifting.

"It's what I should do."

After Zhou Ting and Shen Yi nodded to each other, they stopped talking and instead looked down at the training room.

At this moment, Mo Zian was fighting against Wei Qiao.

"Drink it!"

A loud shout came from Wei Qiao's mouth. The other party stepped forward with a boxer-like gait and launched a three-pronged attack on Mo Zi'an's head.

A right straight punch, a left hook, a right uppercut, a left uppercut, and finally a kick to the chest.

This simple combination of moves left many people helpless, especially after the "heart kick" was upgraded to a "groin kick," which significantly increased its power.

Simple, violent, and direct, it focuses on the power and speed of a punch, which is quite inconsistent with Wei Qiao's seemingly introverted appearance.

Fortunately, Mo Zian had quite a lot of combat experience in the military in his previous life, and he was also very diligent in his martial arts training in this life.

He first used the characteristics of his school of martial arts to deflect a straight punch with his left hand, then tilted his head to the left to dodge a hook punch, and leaned back slightly to dodge two fast-moving uppercuts.

The key to turning defeat into victory lies in the gaps in the opponent's punches and kicks.

He leaned back, but quickly stepped forward. In the short time that Wei Qiao was slightly stunned, Mo Zian's body, which was originally leaning back, turned into a posture of gathering strength and delivered a solid headbutt.

"Well……"

Wei Qiao let out a muffled groan and staggered backward, but in the instant the other party retreated, Wei Qiao's palms, wrapped with ether, slammed solidly into Mo Zi'an.

Mo Zian dared not withstand the force head-on, and began to retreat in large strides. As he got closer and closer to the white line at the boundary, he bent his legs and sat down on the ground with a thud.

The white line of the boundary was right next to the edge of Mo Zian's buttocks, while Wei Qiao on the opposite side had one foot halfway out of the white line.

In terms of appearance, Mo Zian was indeed a bit disheveled, but he won decisively and quickly, without expending much energy.

"Beep—Stop! Mo Zian wins!"

The two saluted each other, left the room, and then sat back down. Feeling Wei Qiao's surging ethereal energy, Mo Zi'an turned his face slightly.

"Ah Qiao, you call this a ninety-something-year cycle?"

Wei Qiao touched his nose: "Don't talk about me, you're not just over 120 either."

After a while, Luo Chong finished his match and, seeing the two pairs of eyes staring at him from the sidelines, said without changing his expression, "Both of you brothers played very well, very well. This was just an exceptional performance, a breakthrough on the spot, ahahaha..."

How to put it? Six eyes, three mouths, that's roughly equivalent to more than three hundred schemes.

"Don't be discouraged, how many cycles have you completed?" Mo Zian suddenly turned his head and asked.

"I am 157 weeks old."

Mo Zian couldn't help but sigh: There are still honest people out there! They're honest and straightforward.