In the early morning, a few dolphins occasionally broke the surface near the troop carrier, their splashes catching the sunlight like liquid gold.

The new recruits had no time to appreciate this beauty; after yesterday’s challenging class, everyone wisely chose the first set of military training methods.

What they didn't expect was that the training relied solely on pure physical strength. Anyone who dared to use any Qingshen (light body) type martial arts would be tossed into the sea to dance with the dolphins.

No one dared to test whether they would actually be thrown into the ocean, so all the new recruits performed their morning exercises with heavy yawns.

Qin Fen was extremely frustrated today. His last-place finish in the aerial combat drill was already embarrassing enough. During the roll call that morning, being singled out in front of two thousand new recruits to announce who was last place sent his reputation straight to the Arctic Ocean.

What annoyed him most was that he could clearly feel the enemy's attacks, yet he was repeatedly blown up because he didn't know how to utilize fighter jet aerial combat maneuvers.

Instructor Hao, seizing the opportunity for personal gain, decreed that the last-place finisher in aerial combat must train while carrying a specific weight. This, combined with the prohibition of using the Long Xiang Ban Ruo Gong to assist, meant Qin Fen was slowly beginning to feel the pressure.

Out of two thousand people, only one was training with added weight, immediately drawing the attention of the other recruits. This near-public spectacle ignited the defiant side of Qin Fen’s nature.

At three in the afternoon, Qin Fen, drenched in sweat, discarded all the weights. Despite undergoing double the standard training load, he became the first among the two thousand to finish every required drill.

All the instructors stared in astonishment as Qin Fen walked back into the barracks. Instructor Hao’s contemplative eyes began to glow with excitement. That look reminded one of a child encountering a new toy.

“Huh?”

A sound of curiosity. Instructor Hao noticed that another recruit’s training speed in the crowd had begun to increase rapidly. It was Du Peng, one of his own subordinates.

Dragging his exhausted body back to the cabin, Qin Fen quickly took a shower and sat cross-legged, immediately beginning to practice the Hui Sheng Jue that Song Jia had given him.

The Hui Sheng Jue, created by Song Wendong—the man titled the Martial God of Earth—by synthesizing various ancient martial arts techniques, naturally possessed unique merits. His fatigued body rapidly restored internal energy.

After circulating the Hui Sheng Jue a few times internally, a significant amount of stamina was recovered.

Qin Fen immediately placed the red helmet over his head. Being humiliated in front of two thousand people that morning had instead ignited a competitive spirit that rarely surfaced in him.

Even in the Army, he couldn't be last in aerial combat! Qin Fen rapidly accessed various data files. With the system’s help, he watched classic aerial combat recordings and meticulously listened to expert analyses.

After reviewing many cases, Qin Fen launched the aerial combat mode, setting up a squad of enemy fighters simulated by the system for rapid, intensive training.

Shot down, shot down, being shot down… Evasion, counterattack, shot down, being shot down…

A martial artist’s reaction speed already surpassed that of ordinary people, and Qin Fen’s reaction speed was much faster than that of an average martial artist. Combined with his sudden, powerful memory, he quickly mastered the various techniques and combat methods of aerial warfare.

After an unknown amount of time, the two thousand new recruits were ordered by their superiors to re-enter the battle-net. Qin Fen was automatically exited from the system’s self-training combat mode and joined the exercise.

The Ghost fighter jet belonging to Squad Two, Platoon One, Company Three, Battalion Two, had become notorious among the two thousand recruits after the fierce battle last night and the individual roll call this morning.

“The Free Points Plane”—this was the nickname the new recruits gave Qin Fen during the day's training, as everyone knew it was the easiest aircraft to score shoot-down tallies against.

The new recruits surrounding Qin Fen were ecstatic; those positioned further away lamented their poor placement and cursed the nearby recruits for shamelessly bullying the weak.

Of course, if they had been in the same position, they would have done the exact same thing.

Several heat rays shot out simultaneously from different directions. Veterans among the new recruits, observing from a distance, sighed, certain that Qin Fen was finished under such concentrated fire.

Qin Fen was starting to get angry too; there was such a thing as taking bullying too far. The memory of the simulated intense combat against the system’s dense enemy formations was still swirling in his mind. His hands moved purely on instinct. The Ghost fighter jet's extreme high-speed maneuverability was fully displayed at this moment; his jet moved like a phantom, evading the combined assault of several heat rays.

The surrounding recruits who witnessed this were stunned into silence. Was this really the rookie labeled the “Free Points Plane” from yesterday? How could the novice, who could only charge blindly just a day ago, now be executing the signature aerial combat technique of the Ghost fighter?

Ghost Fluctuation Technique!

Coincidence? Luck? Or genuine skill?

In the moment everyone was astonished, Qin Fen’s fighter, utilizing two heat rays, destroyed one aircraft and instantly burst free from the encirclement formed by several new recruits.

The remaining four recruits closest to Qin Fen had no time to ponder what changes had come over him. They only knew that five aircraft against one, even if the opponent wasn't a rookie, should result in a victory; such an outcome was deeply humiliating!

“Don’t run!” The four pilots shouted at Qin Fen through the jet communicators, simultaneously giving chase.

The Ghost fighter, having just executed the Ghost Fluctuation Technique, had a slightly overheated power core and could not momentarily maximize its speed, allowing the four enemy craft to stick close, their heat rays sweeping out relentlessly as if energy consumption was nonexistent.

The continuous need to evade the heat rays prevented Qin Fen from increasing his speed. Seeing that he couldn't shake the four closing fighters, he abruptly yanked the control stick back, causing the nose to pitch up instantly to one hundred and fifteen degrees. The hyper-high speed instantly dropped to a sluggish one hundred and ten kilometers per hour!

Pugachev’s Cobra!

This classic maneuver, which had gradually faded from use with technological advancements, reappeared!

None of the pursuing pilots expected Qin Fen to execute such a move. Although it was an ancient tactic, performing it smoothly required specialized training.

The sudden maneuver caught the four new recruits unprepared. Their high speeds instantly carried them past Qin Fen, creating a situation where the pursuers were now in front, and the pursued was behind.

“My turn!” Qin Fen smiled faintly, completing the role reversal from prey to predator. Two heat rays and two air-to-air Ghost missiles flew out.

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