Supreme Wild Immortal

Three minutes later.

On the open ground next to the camp, everyone lay sprawled on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, groaning in pain.

The only one still standing on the field was Chen Feng.

Moreover, he was completely unharmed, clearly having taken down all eight members of the Southwest Special Forces team without sustaining any injuries.

"Boss, you...you're too fierce! All eight of us ganged up on you, how come we couldn't even touch a scrap of your clothes?"

A special forces soldier, lying on the ground with a helpless expression on his face, said repeatedly.

Upon hearing this, the team members lying around nodded vigorously, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"It's very simple."

"That's because your martial arts only have form, not energy. If you could have a bit of the energy to anticipate the enemy's moves, you could unleash even greater fighting power."

Chen Feng stood in the center of the field and spoke with a very calm expression.

"But we've also practiced traditional Chinese martial arts, and we're not completely devoid of internal energy. Why did we end up like this?"

Another special forces member raised a question, sparking heated discussion among the crowd.

"I always felt that the energy emanating from the boss was completely different from the true energy within our bodies."

"And when I tried to grab his arm, it felt like there was a protective shield around his body; an ordinary person's hand couldn't even get through!"

"I have the same feeling. Could it be because the boss's martial arts skills are so much higher than ours?"

"Could this be the realm of manifesting true qi, the external projection of true qi? This is simply amazing!"

The group lay on the ground, each speaking in a cacophony of voices.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng's face showed a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He quickly explained, "No, I don't cultivate true qi, but spiritual qi."

"Have you ever heard of cultivators in this world?"

"A cultivator?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

next second.

A tremendous commotion erupted from the crowd. The eight special forces soldiers lying on the ground all stood up excitedly, repeatedly saying:

"Boss, you wouldn't happen to be a cultivator, would you? I heard from an older generation of veteran soldiers that there are indeed several immortal cultivation traditions within our Dragon Kingdom!"

"That's right, that's me."

Chen Feng's eyes were clear, and he said with a smile:

"That's why your hands can't touch my true form at all; they're all blocked by the protective spiritual energy on my body."

hiss!

"That's way too much!"

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

To everyone's surprise, the higher-ups actually found them a cultivator with a well-established lineage to serve as the squad leader of the first team.

The team members who had initially doubted Chen Feng's ability to lead the team were now extremely excited, scrutinizing him as if he were a panda.

"I know what you're really thinking."

"Now that I'm here, I will naturally teach you a cultivation technique. The method of cultivating this technique is very simple: you must endure hardship!"

"As the most powerful soldiers in the Southwest region, you shouldn't be afraid of hardship, right?"

Chen Feng glanced at everyone with a smile and said this.

"You can cultivate immortality by enduring hardship? Is there really such a good thing in the world?!"

"Let alone enduring hardship, toil, bloodshed, and sweat, even climbing mountains of knives and plunging into seas of fire, that's no problem!"

"Boss, if you teach us a single immortal cultivation technique, you'll be our boss forever. I'll even become your disciple!"

"Yes, yes, Master, please accept my bow!"

The eight special forces members surrounding Chen Feng looked at him with eager eyes, afraid that he might refuse at the slightest disagreement.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending."

"Remember, I have no intention of being your master, nor have I ever considered taking on disciples. The body-refining technique I am imparting to you today is called the Primordial Battle Technique!"

"The purpose of practicing this technique is to break through one's physical limits, thereby reaching a supreme realm where one can fight against heaven and earth and be omnipotent!"

As Chen Feng spoke, he began reciting the incantation.

One of the shrewd and perceptive team members quickly took out paper and pen from the camp and began to jot down the cultivation techniques and secrets dictated by Chen Feng.

Half an hour later.

The complete technique of this ancient battle skill was recorded by the other party without missing a single word.

Chen Feng picked up the notebook, glanced at it briefly, and said with satisfaction:

"Excellent, your notes are very complete, with no errors or omissions. From today onwards, you will begin practicing according to the instructions in this manual!"

"Don't be afraid of hardship, and don't be afraid of getting hurt!"

"Because I am not only a cultivator pursuing immortality, but also a doctor who heals the wounded and brings the dead back to life. No matter how severe the injury, I can save it!"

"So... as long as you don't die from training, train like you're going to die!"

"Did everyone understand?"

"clear!"

The eight special forces members present all had resolute expressions and responded in unison.

"Meeting adjourned!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng waved his hand and, while walking towards the tents in the camp, asked, "Do we have any new missions to complete recently?"

"I'm here for only one thing: to achieve merit, to achieve merit, and to achieve merit again!"

"Uh... Reporting to the boss, we don't have any missions going out recently. We just need to protect our camp and prevent enemy attacks."

One of the special forces members said repeatedly.

"Alright, you guys go cook first. We'll discuss the upcoming training plan and tasks after we finish eating!"

Chen Feng nodded slightly, and then, led by a special forces member, went to his camp tent and settled in.

into the night.

Everyone gathered in a large camouflage tent.

As Chen Feng ate some wild game from the mountains, he looked at everyone with interest and asked curiously, "Where would your Southwest Special Forces team rank in the entire Dragon Kingdom?"

"Well... it should be around the middle level."

"In the last all-army competition, a total of twenty-three special operations teams participated, and we ended up ranking eighth!"

One of the special forces members spoke up.

"That's not bad."

Chen Feng nodded slightly, then said with an unquestionable expression:

"Don't worry, in this all-army competition, I don't expect you to reach any profound level of cultivation, but first place must be ours!"

"no problem!"

Upon hearing this, everyone responded in unison.

Having received a divine inheritance in the art of body refinement, the special forces members were all filled with high morale and exceptionally high spirits.