High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

In the first training ground, a humanoid creature covered in dark red scales was practicing close combat against ten opponents.

His opponents were a group of spherical training robots suspended in mid-air, each equipped with blunted energy blades and impact cannons.

Ten robots launched an attack simultaneously from different angles. The humanoid creature kept dodging within the encirclement, each dodge perfectly avoiding the attack while simultaneously retaliating with its claws.

Song Chen noticed that he was using the bone claws at the tips of his fingers, each strike precisely piercing the robot's sensor blind spots, the whole process flowing smoothly.

As he passed by, he saw the humanoid creature deliver a spinning kick that sent three robots flying at once. Then, upon landing, it flicked its tail, splitting the last robot in two.

In the second training field, a beast-like being dressed in a white robe with its face covered by a hood was controlling some kind of large energy weapon to conduct targeted firing.

The target consists of tens of thousands of light spots that jump randomly in space, with no pattern to their speed or direction of movement.

The man raised his right hand, and shot out extremely fine beams of energy from his fingertips, each one hitting a single point of light with pinpoint accuracy.

Song Chen counted and found that he had hit at least tens of thousands of targets in five seconds.

The glass wall of the third training ground was set to semi-transparent mode, and only a figure could be vaguely seen inside, fighting with a shadow that kept changing shape.

……

At the end of the corridor was a heavy metal door.

The director entered a series of commands on the control panel by the door, and the metal door slowly slid open, revealing an empty training room.

The training room floor is made of some kind of elastic material that sinks slightly when stepped on. The walls and ceiling are white and have no decorations.

A mech stood in the corner of the training room.

It is about three meters tall, humanoid, and silver-gray all over, with intricate structures visible at the joints.

At the end of his right arm was a live-fire machine gun, the diameter of which was thicker than Song Chen's arm.

At the end of the left arm is an energy shield, hexagonal in shape, with blue energy sparks dancing along its edges.

The section chief stood at the door and said to Song Chen, "The test is very simple: withstand the attacks of the training mech for thirty minutes."

"This mech is the standard training model of the Disciplinary Department. Its attack power is equivalent to the high level of the seventh tier, and its defense power is equivalent to the mid level of the seventh tier. As long as you can last for thirty minutes, you will pass."

Song Chen was stunned. A high-level seventh rank?

That's at the level of 60 to 70 million Qi and Blood. Do I really want to fight it?

Didn't they say anyone could come in?

At this moment, the head of the personnel department gave Song Chen a meaningful look and lowered his voice to say, "Don't worry, the mecha's power is only 8%. Please give my regards to Lord Ral."

8%?

Song Chen was taken aback at first, then realized that, well, it really was true that anyone could just walk in.

"Don't worry, I'll remember."

After saying that, he walked into the training room.

The red light band on the mask of the opposing mech changed from a slow flash to a rapid flash, the insignia on its chest lit up, and the joints emitted a deep humming sound.

The machine gun barrels began to rotate and preheat, and the energy shields were fully deployed.

……

Thirty minutes later, Song Chen pushed open the door and came out.

The head of the personnel department leaned against the wall in the corridor, holding a cup of tea that had been brewed sometime earlier. When Song Chen came out, he looked down and wrote a few lines on the information board.

"Passed the practical test; grade: Excellent."

"From this moment forward, you are officially a trainee disciplinary officer under the Galactic Headquarters of the Department of Punishment. Produce your Black Crystal Token."

Song Chen handed over the Black Crystal Token.

The director took it and pressed it on the back. A blue light flashed across the surface of the stone. Then he returned the Black Crystal Token to Song Chen.

"Next, you will be assigned to a team. Trainee Punishers cannot act alone before completing the first three missions and need to be assigned to a formal team."

The section chief pulled up the team organization table on the information board.

"I checked which teams currently have vacancies, and um, there's one team that's just one person short: the Seventh Action Team."

"Their vice-captain had an accident while on a mission last month, and the position has been vacant ever since. You can fill the gap."

"Vice-captain?" Song Chen exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, he's the deputy captain. 'Trainee' is a rank, while 'deputy captain' is a position within the team." The director didn't elaborate further.

"Captain Kane is at the peak of the seventh-tier Star Core Realm and is already condensing Star Source Power. He is only one step away from the eighth tier."

"The other members of the team are at least at the high level of the seventh rank, and each of them has their own area of ​​expertise."

"I suggest you keep a low profile once you're in. Although the vice-captain position is vacant, the team rankings are based on ability."

"You're a newcomer with the title of vice captain, the team members are bound to have some reservations."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the other end of the corridor without waiting for Song Chen's response.

Song Chen stood there, watching the section chief's figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, then looked down at his right hand.

His hand was slightly numb. He had a hard time fighting that mech that was only operating at 8% power. He had to use all his trump cards to survive.

Now they want him to be the vice-captain of a group of high-level seventh-tier experts?

This Black Crystal Token brings a lot.

Song Chen stood in the corridor for a while before following the direction the section chief had left in.

Soon, he arrived at a conference room.

The conference room was small, with an oval-shaped conference table in the center.

There were a dozen or so high-backed chairs around the room. The chairs were not all the same style. Some of them were standard human-shaped chairs, with backrests and armrests that conformed to the shape of humanoid life forms.

One of them has a seat that is a concave hemispherical shape, clearly intended for lifeless creatures.

There was also one that was simply a force field pad suspended in mid-air, slowly floating up and down.

Seven people were scattered around the conference table, each in a different posture.

The person sitting closest to the door was a burly man who was nearly ten meters tall.

A woman sat next to the burly man; she looked almost exactly like an ordinary human.

Further back was a man leaning back in his chair, playing with his tail, which was covered in fine scales.

Next to it was a being floating on the chair. It was not humanoid; its body was a sphere composed of countless tiny tentacles, its color slowly changing between deep purple and navy blue.

Further on is a semi-mechanized humanoid life form, half of whose body is flesh and blood, with normal skin, normal eyes, and normal arms, and its skin is light brown.

But the other half of his body is precision machinery, and half of his face is covered with silver-gray alloy armor. At the edge of the armor plate and where the flesh meets the flesh, there is a ring of extremely fine metal wire, which is the sealing ring for the nerve connection.

Further on was a tall, thin man with an almost pathologically slender body. He was at least three meters tall, but his shoulders were extremely narrow and his waist was so thin that it looked like it could be grasped by a hand.

The last person sitting at the head of the conference table was the captain of the seventh squad.

The captain himself looked to be in his early thirties, with a scruffy beard. Of course, you can't judge an alien's age by his appearance.

Everyone else was doing their own thing, but the captain was sitting upright, looking towards the door.