Squad Leader Hao smiled faintly. Against the weaponry of a Mobile Suit, a martial artist's body remained relatively fragile, and the power wielded by a top-tier Mobile Suit pilot was still terrifyingly immense.

There are countless ways to take a life; no matter which method is pushed to its extreme, astonishing power will be unleashed. “First, let’s learn basic malfunction repair,” Mang Fu jumped out of the Mobile Suit’s cockpit.

“Knowing which parts are prone to damage allows you to guard those areas in battle and, conversely, know how to quickly disable the opponent’s.” Qin Fen wasn't overly surprised. Whether it was the Waste Captain or Butcher, when giving one-on-one instruction, they never followed standard military training methods.

He was now growing accustomed to this unique style of teaching. *—— The Mobile Suit could be considered one of the pinnacles of high technology; for someone with Qin Fen’s high school education to grasp its principles in a short time was impossible.

Fortunately, Mang Fu didn't intend for Qin Fen to understand the Mobile Suit’s manufacturing principles. Instead, he employed a direct, rote memorization, 'cramming' style of instruction, clearly stating what would happen if this or that part of the Mobile Suit broke, and how to respond.

If this section was damaged, what model of Mobile Suit parts could be used as emergency substitutes, and what kind of incompatibility or new power output might result from such a temporary fix. Though there was no actual combat, this was the most exhausting training Qin Fen had undergone.

The cramming education he had finally escaped had returned, and this instructor paid absolutely no heed to whether the student could take notes. The moment he started lecturing on the Mobile Suits, the man became completely possessed, talking non-stop, his speed and the sheer volume of information enough to leave any student speechless.

Time flew by. Squad Leader Hao stood to the side with a slight smile, showing no intention of stopping him as he had done with other instructors whose time slots had expired.

Soon, two-thirds of Squad Leader Hao’s scheduled time had been consumed. His wristwatch began chirping insistently, and only then did Mang Fu snap out of his fervent state.

He glanced at his watch, offered Squad Leader Hao an apologetic smile, and from his expression, it was clear he still felt unfulfilled. “Old Hao, thanks.” Mang Fu raised a hand to scratch his head, a complete contrast to his previous zealous focus, now looking more like a child who had misbehaved.

“No problem!” Squad Leader Hao clapped Mang Fu on the shoulder. They knew each other too well; much was conveyed without needing direct explanation.

That one ‘thank you’ was for Squad Leader Hao anticipating this very outcome, deliberately setting his alarm two-thirds of the way through the session so as not to interrupt Mang Fu during his most passionate phase, thus preserving the quality of his teaching later on by not fostering an undue obsession with time limits. Qin Fen’s eyes remained fixed on the Mobile Suit.

Mang Fu had said all he needed to, but Qin Fen still strained to commit everything just taught to memory; even a momentary lapse could mean forgetting something crucial. After nearly ten minutes, Qin Fen let out a long breath.

After only a few days away from rote learning, his capacity for memorization had deteriorated so much. If he stayed away longer, he truly might not be able to recall it all.

“Alright! Mang Fu is done teaching; now it’s my turn,” Squad Leader Hao interrupted Qin Fen’s silent musings with a cheerful grin.

“You look tired. I’ve been drilling you constantly these past few days without giving you any personal time.

As your squad leader, I can’t bear to, so I’ll excuse you from my training today. No drills.” No training?

Qin Fen eyed Squad Leader Hao suspiciously. When had this man suddenly changed his tune?

“Heh, what are you looking at? Go take a walk around the barracks,” Squad Leader Hao urged him again.

An opportunity to cultivate his mind was exactly what Qin Fen desired. He needed a quiet place to digest all this information he’d just memorized.

The barracks? The gravity room?

Qin Fen didn't waste time analyzing what sudden wave of goodwill had struck Squad Leader Hao. He snapped to attention, gave a standard salute, turned, and left.

“Halt!” Discipline was paramount in the military; Squad Leader Hao’s sudden sharp command froze Qin Fen instantly at rigid attention. “Did you really think I’d just let you go?” Squad Leader Hao’s sly smile appeared before Qin Fen’s face.

“To repay the favor your brother did me, how could I let you off so easily? Do you know what I’m going to teach you?” Qin Fen shook his head.

The instructors Squad Leader Hao had brought in covered elite training from the Air Force, Army, and Special Forces. Qin Fen genuinely couldn't imagine what else Squad Leader Hao could possibly offer.

“Confused?” Squad Leader Hao’s smile grew more proud and self-satisfied. “What I teach you isn't surface-level combat technique—it’s the ultimate technique of warfare!” Mang Fu, standing nearby, made a gagging gesture, though it didn't stop Squad Leader Hao’s narcissistic expression.

Ultimate technique? Qin Fen began to wonder if Squad Leader Hao was proficient in building cosmic battleships.

Squad Leader Hao leaned in mysteriously, lowering his voice, “What I teach is how to provide emergency treatment to wounded comrades in the shortest possible time.” Qin Fen was perplexed. Why the need for such secrecy and a hushed tone for something like that?

Did he possess some secret method? Or was he using prohibited military procedures, hence the mystery?

Qin Fen had some understanding of these instructors; they all possessed astonishing power, but their personalities were eccentric, often disregarding certain military regulations. They were likely seen as troublemakers in the corps—loved by the higher-ups for their skill, yet a constant headache for command.

“For instance, I could sever your arm and graft Mang Fu’s arm onto your body using specialized techniques,” Squad Leader Hao’s expression became more clandestine as he raised an eyebrow. “This kind of procedure is considered taboo even in the medical field.” Now Qin Fen was genuinely surprised.

Attaching limb A to body B was certainly possible with current medical technology, but accomplishing it quickly enough to be functional on a harsh battlefield—even hospitals might struggle to find someone capable of that. “How about that?

Impressive, right?” Squad Leader Hao draped his arm over Qin Fen’s shoulder in a familiar gesture. “Even if you leave the service and join a trade convoy, should you encounter space pirates, this skill might come in handy.

It’s an absolutely excellent technique.” Qin Fen began nodding along cooperatively. This technique was indeed miraculous; learning one more skill like this...

“Pfft… Hahahaha…” Squad Leader Hao, who moments before had been serious and mysterious, suddenly threw his head back and burst into loud laughter. The usually refined Mang Fu was now clutching his stomach, his face contorted in mirth.