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The Raptors' camp was located in a separate area at the lowest level of the fortress.

There is a dedicated tactical command room.

When Chu Qiuci pushed open the door to the command room, there were already dozens of people waiting inside.

The huge tactical command room was arranged in a tiered manner, and all members of the Raptors Commando were present.

These people sat scattered on the steps in twos and threes; some were wiping their weapons, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were resting with their arms crossed and eyes closed.

Without exception, the moment Jiang Chuan walked into the command room, everyone's eyes fell on him.

There was no kindness in those gazes.

There was only scrutiny, contempt, and undisguised hostility.

"Everyone, perk up! This is the new captain sent from above." Chu Qiuci's voice echoed in the command room: "He's also the youngest candidate for Heavenly General in history, Jiang Chuan, Captain Jiang."

There was a moment of silence in the command room, followed by a few undisguised sneers.

One of the sneers was particularly jarring, coming from a lean man sitting in the first row.

He was in his forties, with a sallow complexion, high cheekbones, and eyes full of sarcasm.

He crossed his legs, toying with a jet-black dagger in his hand. The dagger twirled and spun between his fingers, leaving only a blurry black shadow in its wake.

"Captain Chu, you're not joking, are you?"

The lean man drawled, "A little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet, coming here to be our team leader?"

Chu Qiuci said expressionlessly, "This is the transfer order from above."

"Did those people up there have their brains eaten by zombie dogs?"

The lean man scoffed, the dagger stopping at his fingertips, the tip pointing directly at Jiang Chuan: "Little brother, are you even fully grown yet? Do you even know what our Fierce Dragon Commando Unit does? We're not here to pamper you from the rear. A kid like you, not even a third-ranked warrior, wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder on the battlefield!"

A low chuckle rose from the surroundings.

Jiang Chuan looked at him expressionlessly: "What's your name?"

The lean man was taken aback by his reaction, then stood up and walked over to Jiang Chuan.

He was half a head shorter than Jiang Chuan, but his aura was aggressive, emanating the pressure of a seventh-level expert.

"My name is Feng Kun, and I am the squad leader of the third squad of the Raptors Commando."

"Level 75 Assassin!"

"In my eyes, profession or talent are both meaningless; true skill lies in killing enemies on the battlefield!"

"I've looked at your stats. Level 42. No matter what SSS-level talent you have, you can't even stand still on the battlefield. What makes you think you can be our captain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another tall, burly man stood up next to him. He was at least two meters tall, and his muscles were so bulging that they looked like they were carved from granite. His aura as a seventh-level expert was as steady as a mountain.

He crossed his arms and glanced at Jiang Chuan, then chuckled憨厚ly, "Old Feng is blunt, don't take it personally, but he's right, your title of 'the chosen one' doesn't really matter on the battlefield."

"Our rules here are simple: whoever has the bigger fist gets to do it."

"You want us to submit to you?"

"Alright, show us what you've got, as long as you can prove you're not just some useless coward!"

Feng Kun licked his chapped lips, twirling the dagger in his hand: "If you can't even beat me, Feng Kun, you might as well pack your bags and go back to Tianque City to be a good student, instead of embarrassing yourself here!"

Feng Kun's words echoed throughout the hall, each syllable distinct, drawing the attention of dozens of eyes fixed on Jiang Chuan.

They didn't chime in, but they didn't stop it either.

This is the rule of the Raptors' assault team: newcomers have to endure a lot of hardship first, and only those who can withstand it are considered one of us; those who can't are kicked out.

This has been the rule for many years, and even if orders are issued from above, it won't work.

These people all started with the rank of senior colonel.

There are even quite a few major generals and lieutenant generals among them. Unless a celestial general steps in, no one in the entire Federation can suppress them.

"Sparring?"

Jiang Chuan glanced at Feng Kun's thin frame, shook his head slightly, and said modestly, "Sparring is out of the question. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and might accidentally kill you."

Wow!

There was a moment of silence in the command room, then it exploded like a ladle of cold water being poured into a pot of boiling oil.

"Kill me?"

Feng Kun seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. A twisted smile appeared on his sallow face: "You little brat, do you know that I, Feng Kun, have killed more Corpse Dogs on the Northern Frontier battlefield than you've ever eaten meals? Can't stop? You try and kill one yourself!"

The two-meter-tall burly man next to him chuckled twice, crossed his arms, and glanced at Jiang Chuan sideways: "Old Feng, this kid's got a tough tongue, but I wonder if his fists are tough enough."

The surrounding laughter grew even louder.

Dozens of veterans whispered among themselves, and some whistled. The atmosphere in the command room changed from the initial indifference to a noisy spectacle, like watching a monkey show.

In the eyes of these elite soldiers who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a level 42 rookie dared to utter such arrogant words in front of them.

That's absolutely the funniest joke in the world.

Jiang Chuan stood amidst the laughter, his expression unchanged, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire command room.

His gaze wasn't sharp, but for some reason, the veterans who were swept by his gaze fell silent one after another.

His gaze was so calm, so calm, that it didn't seem like that of a weak person being watched by a crowd.

It's more like a fierce tiger sizing up a group of noisy monkeys.

Once the noise subsided, Jiang Chuan spoke slowly and deliberately: "Sparring is nothing more than a game of bullying within one's own group; winning or losing doesn't really mean anything."

He looked at Feng Kun, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Didn't you say that the ability to kill enemies on the battlefield is what counts? Fine, let's have a more satisfying competition."

He raised his hand and pointed towards the outside of the Iron Wall Fortress.

The voice carried clearly throughout the command room: "There are two outposts of the Corpse Dog Clan outside the city. You and I will each choose one. Whoever takes it down first wins."

The noise in the command room suddenly disappeared.

The veterans looked at each other in bewilderment, and even Chu Qiuci, who had been observing coldly, widened his eyes slightly.

Feng Kun's smile froze for a moment.

He originally thought Jiang Chuan would either back down or bite the bullet and fight him, but he didn't expect this kid to propose this kind of game, going directly out of the city to the stronghold of the Corpse Dog Clan!

"interesting."

Feng Kun licked his chapped lips, a serious look flashing in his eyes: "Little kid, do you know anything about those two strongholds?"

"Each stronghold is garrisoned with at least two hundred elite Corpse Dogs, including at least one or two centurions of the seventh rank!"

"Our standard tactic for the Raptors is to deploy at least three squads in coordinated operations to secure a victory."

"You're going to take one down all by yourself?"

"Just tell me if you dare or not."

Jiang Chuan's tone remained calm.