Pei Chengjun? Qin Fen was quite surprised, his eyes lighting up.

.***The founder of modern Taekwondo, with nearly ten thousand disciples, yet only ten were recognized by him and allowed to become personal disciples. He held considerable status in the Han Autonomous Prefecture, revered as its foremost powerhouse.

Disciples of such a figure would typically receive direct invitations from military academies, pursuing a commission route, rather than enlisting through the ranks. The meal arrived just then.

The new recruits, already exhausted and starving from the officers' relentless pushing, dropped all pretense of politeness and dove into their bowls. Qin Fen chuckled lightly.

Never mind being the disciple of some master; the ability to fight didn't guarantee the skill to teach. So what if this Park Jong-hwan was capable?

For the sake of the legendary, substantial reward, he would risk it! Qin Fen picked up his chopsticks and joined the fray for food.

———— In the evening, the new recruits lay in their barracks, recuperating, chatting incessantly to solidify the camaraderie forged during the earlier brawl. Qin Fen chatted half-heartedly with Deng Biao, who had gravitated towards him, but his mind constantly returned to the extraordinary performance of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong during the sea swim.

If not for the order requiring all recruits to wait in their respective barracks, he would have immediately tested whether practicing the technique in the water would make it easier. The barracks door was pushed open again.

The Company Commander of the Third Company, accompanied by several Platoon Leaders and all the Squad Leaders, slowly entered. The lively chatter among the new recruits instantly ceased; they leaped down from their bunks, standing rigidly at attention, awaiting the officers' address.

The Company Commander was relatively young, looking to be just over thirty. Qin Fen’s bunk was distant from the door, but his eyesight was naturally good, and it had sharpened considerably in recent days, allowing him to clearly discern the man’s features.

A square jaw, thick lips, and a very distinct scar near the corner of his eye. A lean, powerful physique hinted at astonishing explosive strength.

"I am your Company Commander. You may call me Commander Yan.

Starting tomorrow, I will push you relentlessly. We will scrub the creaminess right off you!" With these few simple words, Commander Yan stepped aside.

Accustomed to the long-winded speeches of school principals, the recruits found Commander Yan's directness jarring. "I am your Deputy Company Commander.

My surname is Hong." The man who stepped forward had fair skin, looking more like a scholar than a soldier. He smiled faintly: "I heard you had a fight today?

Don't worry, I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m just here to explain the rules of the army, and the rules of our Third Company." Clearing his throat softly, Deputy Commander Hong’s eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light like twin swords.

The scholarly demeanor instantly vanished, eclipsed by this sharp energy: "I don't object to fighting in the recruit camp. A man should have some fire.

But, the Third Company has one rule: you can only win when you fight; you must never lose! The Third Company has no room for weaklings!

Do you remember that?" "Yes, sir!" the recruits responded in a loud chorus. Deputy Commander Hong nodded with satisfaction and began detailing the regulations and precautions for the recruit camp.

Qin Fen gained a much clearer understanding of the recruit camp. Although there was a lights-out signal, those who didn't wish to rest were not forbidden from activity within the barracks.

Of course, the prerequisite was being awake on time the next morning to complete the day's training. If that couldn't be met, then punishment awaited!

Because cultivating martial arts often required continuous, unbroken exertion—a state akin to several days of secluded retreat—when a breakthrough was imminent, the recruit camp had made a corresponding regulation. Anyone entering such a state of seclusion could temporarily suspend military training.

However, if anyone was found feigning seclusion to slack off, the punishments were extremely severe; the military was certainly not a resort for idlers. After the lengthy recitation of military rules, everyone held a copy of the Regulations handed out by the Squad Leaders.

"That is all! Dismissed!" The Company Commander and Deputy Commander departed, leaving the Squad Leaders behind in the barracks, as they were required to live and eat with the new recruits.

The barracks soon returned to its previous lively state. Deng Biao, who had been chatting with Qin Fen, was now holding the bedside phone, talking to his family.

"Remember to call me." Qin Fen recalled Song Jia’s instruction. With no phone available at sea, if he didn't call soon, he was likely to receive a very 'dissatisfied' phone call from her.

He first entered his phone number, then the password, and finally dialed Song Jia’s number. With technological advancements, any public phone could briefly function as a private line, an effective measure against fraudulent calls.

The first musical note of the ringtone on the phone was answered immediately. "Hello?

Who is this? Speak," Song Jia’s rapid-fire questions poured out.

After a brief pause, Qin Fen opened his mouth: "Hello, this is Qin Fen." "You finally called." Song Jia’s voice held a hint of happiness: "Calling so late for the first call, I am very dissatisfied…" Qin Fen smiled, holding the phone; he could perfectly picture the adorable look on Song Jia’s face as she said, "I am very dissatisfied…" "There was no phone on the ship," Qin Fen explained. "As soon as I had a moment, I called you immediately." "Is that so?" Song Jia’s voice became even happier than before.

"I am very satisfied~" The words Qin Fen had anticipated were transmitted through the earpiece the very next second. "How are things going?" Song Jia changed the subject, asking with genuine concern.

"Is the army tough? Remember to practice if you get tired." "It’s alright, I’ve been practicing." After Qin Fen answered, hearing Song Jia ask him to recount the details of the past few days as a new recruit, he cleared his throat and began talking about swimming in the sea, the shipboard drills, and the virtual aerial combat.

Qin Fen was not usually verbose, but his command of language remained, and his storytelling was vivid and engaging, causing Song Jia on the other end of the line to gasp in admiration repeatedly. Finally, after recounting the fight with the Han Autonomous Prefecture recruits, Song Jia fell silent for a moment on the other end.

Then, her tone became very serious: "Qin Fen, it’s best not to provoke Park Jong-hwan. I’ve heard of him.

Rumor has it that although he is the tenth disciple of Hanju’s foremost Martial God, Pei Chengjun, his natural talent is exceptionally outstanding, and his strength closely rivals his senior martial brothers. His mastery of Modern Taekwondo is highly appreciated by Pei Chengjun." ps: Double update at dawn~~ Brothers and sisters, where are the recommendation tickets?

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