Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Field Training
Morning
"Camp Commander, our battalion is going to the town for a drill. Would you like to join us?"
Zhao Nuo came to Qin Tian’s office and asked with a smile.
"A drill? What does it involve?" Qin Tian asked.
Zhao Nuo explained, "It’s just going to the town for some jogging and chanting slogans. Previously, the town was in a state of panic. Camp Commander Liu suggested that our battalion should show up more often in town to let the civilians know we are always here, always protecting everyone."
"I see."
Qin Tian nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll join everyone in a bit."
"I’ll notify everyone right now."
Zhao Nuo smiled, turned, and left.
Soon, 137 Battalion was on the move. Companies 3 and 4, along with three Spiritualists, stayed behind.
Companies 1 and 2 were ready to depart, with Qin Tian and Zhao Nuo each leading a team, running towards Mist Town.
Along the way, the soldiers’ footsteps were in unison, and their chants were loud, showcasing their vibrant military spirit.
Upon reaching the town, the two companies split up, patrolling different routes within the town.
"Sweat and blood but no tears! Skin and flesh but no leaving the ranks!"
"Who is the hero, who is the tough guy? Let’s see on the march!"
The powerful and ambitious chants resounded like turbulent waves, surging and echoing over the town.
The townspeople, regardless of their direction, seemed magnetically drawn, stopping abruptly in their hurried steps to stand still.
The residents in the buildings along the street also immediately opened their windows, their curious and amazed gazes directed at the source of the chants.
Qin Tian stood to the side of the formation, feeling various gazes cast upon him, a sense of emotion rising within.
In the Galaxy Empire, being a soldier is a sacred and honorable profession, and the public holds great respect for the military.
The soldiers’ image is inextricably linked to generations of predecessors who fought against alien races, battled natural disasters, and clashed with rebel armies.
It’s the blood, bones, and will of those before that forged the unyielding backbone of today’s Royal Army soldiers.
As the company rounded the street corner, a voice full of anger suddenly came from nearby.
"You little brat, I said I’m not buying, yet you keep pestering me!"
Smack~
A loud slap echoed, and the soldiers turned to see a scene that made their blood boil.
A seven or eight-year-old girl was lying on the ground, with a red handprint on half her face, and her basket of flowers scattered everywhere.
In front of the girl, a long-haired man looked impatiently at her, his other arm around the waist of a flamboyant woman, cursing:
"This slap is a lesson for you. If you bother me again, it won’t be this light."
Seeing this, the soldiers were instantly ignited with anger.
"Damn, what the hell are you doing!"
The soldiers immediately surrounded the man while two of them helped the girl up.
The girl’s face was swollen, with blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes blank, as if stunned by the slap.
"You son of a bitch, you even hit little girls!"
A burly soldier stepped forward, berating him furiously.
Surrounded by soldiers, the man showed no fear, rudely saying,
"This little girl was trying to sell me flowers. I refused to buy, and she kept following me. Trying to force a sale at such a young age? This slap was to teach her that business isn’t done that way."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers were even more enraged.
"Bullshit! You, a grown man, bullying a little girl!"
A young soldier stepped forward, scolding the long-haired man angrily.
The soldiers around stared at him with fury, itching to gang up and beat him.
Seeing this, the long-haired man actually laughed coldly,
"What, can the army hit people now? Even if something needs to be done, it’s not up to you. Besides, can you really do anything?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted, and blue ice crystals began spreading from the man’s feet, exuding a chilling air.
"Spiritualist!"
The soldiers were taken aback, instinctively stepping back.
In front of a Spiritualist, being unarmed, no matter how many of them there were, they were no match for him.
The long-haired man stated calmly,
"I’m a Tier Three Spiritualist. I just gave that little girl a small lesson. If I had used my full strength, do you think she could still wake up?"
"Bastard!"
Listening to the long-haired man’s condescending tone, the soldiers on the scene were infuriated, but wary of the other being a Spiritualist, they dared not step forward.
For a while, many soldiers looked towards the battalion’s only Spiritualist, 137 Battalion’s new Camp Commander, Qin Tian.
But they suddenly remembered that Camp Commander Qin was only a Tier Two, One Star Spiritualist. Did he dare step up?
Under the gazes of many soldiers, Qin Tian stepped forward, crouching down to check the girl’s injuries.
Her face was swollen, lips bleeding, her consciousness a bit blurred, but not too severe; a few days of rest should suffice.
The long-haired man was right; he indeed held back, but...
This was no reason for him to feel superior for hitting a child.
Qin Tian stood up, looking calmly at the long-haired man, and said,
"Apologize and compensate."
The long-haired man snorted, "Compensating is fine, but apologizing is out of the question."
"Then... there’s nothing left to say."
A glimmer of dark light flashed in Qin Tian’s eyes, and in the next instant, his body flickered, leaving an afterimage in his original place.
Blink Step
Whoosh~
A fist enveloped in dark energy struck towards the long-haired man’s chest.
The long-haired man pushed the woman in his arms away, throwing a punch at the same time. Ice crystals condensed on his fist, forming a pair of Frost Gloves, emitting a chilling air.
Bam!
The two fists collided.
Cracks quickly appeared on the ice crystals, as terrifying force was transmitted, changing the long-haired man’s expression, forcing him to retreat.
Crack crack crack~~
The Frost Gloves were covered with cracks and eventually shattered, scattering blue ice crystals everywhere.
Opposite, Qin Tian slowly retracted his fist, standing still.
Upon seeing this, the soldiers’ eyes widened considerably.
Camp Commander Qin had actually forced a Tier Three Spiritualist to retreat with just one punch.
Such speed
Such terrifying power
The long-haired man frowned, realizing his opponent’s spiritual energy wasn’t very strong, but his strength and speed were indeed astonishing.
Swish~
An afterimage appeared again,
A blackened fist attacked from the side, carrying a faint bloody scent, striking towards the long-haired man’s cheek.
The long-haired man shouted, raising his hand like a blade, with frost converging on his palm. A fierce burst of cold air erupted from his palm, lowering the surrounding temperature a few degrees as he delivered a powerful Cold Ice Palm towards the black fist.
Cold Ice Palm
Facing the cold air, Qin Tian’s eyebrows formed little ice crystals.
Just as the fist and palm were about to collide, Qin Tian ducked suddenly, moving like an agile Spirit Cat. The fist, initially aimed at the cheek, quickly retracted and then shot out another punch like lightning, hitting the long-haired man’s chest.
Bam!
The long-haired man’s body flew backwards, crashing into the wall behind him.
The wall slightly trembled, plaster falling down.
The long-haired man’s face alternated between red and white before finally being unable to hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing this, the soldiers’ eyes widened further, their hearts surging with emotion.
Camp Commander Qin had defeated a Tier Three Spiritualist with just two punches!