The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Inside the Northern Recruit Camp.

The new recruits that year gritted their teeth, tears welling in their eyes, yet still raised their hands to the most standard salute position.

They saluted the group of boys in the sky with the highest military salute.

The instructors always scolded them.

"You guys are the worst class I've ever taught!"

Every time they heard this, the new recruits would protest.

"How are we so bad?"

"We are all top-notch recruits selected from various military camps!"

"A Martial Master withstanding ten moves from a half-step Grandmaster, and that's not bad?"

At this point, the instructor would remain silent for a long time.

He raised his head and looked towards the direction beyond the border, his eyes holding something they couldn't understand.

"Difference."

"It's far from perfect."

He turned around, looked at those young and defiant faces, and slowly shook his head.

"I've coached some of the best kids."

"They once used their martial arts skills to drag a half-step demon king to his death."

"They even dared to draw their swords against the real demon king."

"you?"

"Still a long way off."

"whispering sound……"

Whenever this happened, a murmur of suppressed sighs would always rise from the recruit camp.

No one dared to contradict the instructors to their faces.

But they were all dissatisfied.

A Martial Master Realm cultivator, besieging and killing a Half-Step Demon King?

That's a whole realm apart!

Moreover, demonic beasts possess formidable physiques, making them inherently more difficult to kill than human warriors of the same realm.

They even suspected privately that it was just an old story the instructors deliberately told to suppress their arrogance.

until today.

Until the heavens brought that battle back before their eyes.

Only then did they truly understand what the most talented Northern Army in a century was.

There is a world of difference between martial arts masters.

The video continues playing on the screen.

The camera focuses on the figure that is rapidly approaching in mid-air.

"boom!"

The man landed outside the recruit camp, the frozen ground beneath his feet exploded, and blood mist and snowflakes swirled together.

"Damn celestial demon!"

A suppressed, angry voice squeezed out of his throat.

"We're still too late!"

Beside the backdrop, cold subtitles slowly appeared.

Ye Long, commander of the First Division of the State.

in reality.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School.

Ye Long looked at himself in the sky, his shoulders and back ramrod straight.

No one dared to speak.

In the sky, Ye Long looked at the boys lying haphazardly in the snow with a grim face, and then at the blood fox's mangled body that they had dragged to death with their lives.

All that could be heard were the heart-wrenching cries of the surviving recruits.

"Instructor..."

"My brother is gone..."

"We promised to achieve great things together!"

Ye Long's lips moved slightly.

Some words, stuck in my chest, cut like a knife into my heart.

finally.

He straightened up.

"brush!"

A perfect military salute was given to the group of blood-soaked youths.

"Children."

"You performed exceptionally well in this battle."

"I, Ye Long, commander of the First Division of the State Guard, on behalf of the Northern Army, hereby formally inform you..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the words seemed to weigh a ton, making them difficult to utter.

"Successfully passed the recruit assessment!"

The new recruits stared at him in disbelief.

The head of the division personally saluted them.

He personally announced that they had passed the assessment.

From this moment on, they officially became members of the Northern Army.

Half a day ago, they would have shouted those words until their voices were hoarse.

They would jump up, hug each other, and boast that they would definitely be able to go to the front line, kill demons, and make meritorious contributions in the future.

But now.

They only felt their tears flow even more fiercely.

A boy sat in the snow, holding his brother's already cold body in his arms, his voice trembling softly.

Why...?

"I can't be happy at all..."

"ah--"

The crying finally became uncontrollable.

The prolonged and intense fighting exhausted their last bit of strength.

The boys fell down in droves.

Someone fell in the snow.

Someone lay in a pool of blood.

Some of them collapsed next to their brothers who had been joking and boasting with them just half a day before.

"quick!"

The moment the Northern medic rushed into the camp, he froze for a second.

The next second, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared at the medical staff behind him.

"As long as I have a breath left, I'll do whatever it takes to save these kids!"

"yes!"

The medical staff rushed towards the teenagers like madmen.

To stop the bleeding.

Bone setting.

Administer the medicine.

True Qi is transferred in.

Hands pressed against wounds, and orders rang out throughout the camp.

"He's still breathing!"

"Quick, a stretcher!"

"Don't move this, its sternum is fractured!"

"Medicine! Bring me the life-extending pills!"

Lu Ming watched this scene unfold.

The military doctor has arrived.

Those who are alive have a chance to live on.

His body, which had been stretched to its limit, finally relaxed, and as soon as a slight smile appeared on his lips, he fell backward.

"Ming'er!"

Ye Long rushed behind him and helped him up.

Lu Ming struggled to open his eyes.

He looked at Ye Long, his voice almost fading away.

"teacher……"

"Did I meet the standard this time?"

Ye Long's true energy probed into his body.

The next instant, a sharp tremor ran through his eyes.

In the sky-view image, Lu Ming's body was blurred.

Everyone could clearly see the injuries inside his body.

The bones in both arms are deformed.

Multiple bone fractures throughout the body.

There were traces of bleeding in all five internal organs.

On the playground of Jinling Wuzhong School, many students instinctively covered their mouths.

They had only seen the young Lu Ming fighting.

It keeps retreating.

It's been blocking the way.

But it wasn't until this moment that they realized how he had managed to hold on until now.

"Meets the standard my ass!"

Ye Long gritted his teeth, his voice trembling.

"You'd better survive first!"

Lu Ming slowly closed his eyes.

"fine……"

"I'm just a little sleepy."

"Take a nap..."

"That's good..."

"Someone come here!"

"Someone come here!"

Ye Long's roar echoed over the recruit camp.

The sky darkened amidst these urgent shouts.

Everyone thought that this chapter of history had come to an end.

Available in the next second.

Suddenly, the voices of two immature teenagers came from the black screen.

"Brother Qiang, the training in the Northern Army is so tiring."