Chapter 1468 - 1469: The Power of Pulsation
"By now, the competition was no longer able to continue.
The band of Evil Dragon scoundrel soldiers watched from the sidelines, drinking and eating meat, acting as if they were royalty.
As they feasted, they occasionally offered genuine tips to the Blue Sword Special Forces soldiers showcasing their skills.
No one felt it was unfair; military men aren't caught up in such intricacies.
The strong drink and feast, defying rules, while the weak endure hardships humbly, as it should be, naturally justified.
When the competition ended, the soldiers of the Blue Sword Special Forces, led by Captain Li Guoqing, stripped down to their underwear, for the burdened long-distance run.
They accepted their defeat wholeheartedly!
Just then, the sky, covered in clouds brewing a storm, suddenly released a downpour.
More than fifty from the Blue Sword Special Forces ran in the rain, instantly drenched like drowned rats.
Yang Fei, replete with wine, stood up, stripped off his shirt and pants, and shouted loudly.
"Let's share the hardships and joys together, follow me."
He bared his chest, facing the rain, and dashed into the running line, heavily patting Li Guoqing's shoulder.
"Mate, keep it up!"
The other Evil Dragon scoundrels also stripped down and dashed into the rain, running alongside the Blue Sword Special Forces soldiers.
Men are peculiar creatures; they may fight fiercely one moment but link arms like brothers the next.
Seeing the Evil Dragon Special Forces willingly accept punishment with them, all the Blue Sword Special Forces soldiers felt a warm kinship.
Everyone started to shout fiercely, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"
Their voices were like thunder, resonating like thousands of horses charging in the heavy rain.
At this moment, some commanding officers from the Southeast Military Region entered the camp; it was Commander Liang Qinglong inspecting the camp.
The senior officers entered the barbed wire, holding umbrellas, their jaws dropping in surprise.
Over sixty Special Forces soldiers, running like dragons and tigers in the rain, wore only briefs, which was absurd.
What on earth was happening?
But Liang Qinglong, having led troops all his life, could see that there was no conflict among the sixty-man team.
From the formation, Evil Dragon Reserves had flawlessly integrated into the Blue Sword Special Forces.
Even the Blue Sword soldiers, including Li Guoqing, subtly moved to protect and support this group.
This indicated that in just half a day, the Evil Dragon Reserves had become the backbone of the Blue Sword Special Forces.
"Heh, indeed, Elder Lady Fang's subordinates live up to their reputation, difficult to deal with like their command, even turning the tables."
Liang Qinglong, aware of Li Guoqing's temperament, worried he might isolate the new Evil Dragon Reserves, so he came to observe.
Seeing this scene, Liang Qinglong realized his visit was in vain.
In the following week, the twelve Evil Dragon Warrior Kings lived quite leisurely.
The trainees became instructors, each leading five Blue Sword soldiers, improving their special combat abilities.
Even Li Guoqing was included in the training group.
Fan Yi, Three Swords, Ghost Wolf, and others, calm and collected, were very serious in training.
Blue Sword soldiers respected these strongmen immensely, completing their tasks dutifully and enhancing their skills quickly.
However, the soldiers under Mad Blade, Shen Feng, Wang Wei, and Long Xia were not so disciplined.
Under their influence, these soldiers quickly adopted the rogue conduct of these few.
During training, they dared not act recklessly, but in group confrontations, they played dirty tricks, causing chaos.
Fan Yi and others' trainees fell victim, proving that honest men can't outplay scoundrels.
Though serious, Fan Yi and others weren't rigid.
They encouraged their defeated soldiers to devise strategies.
To deal with scoundrels, one must outsmart them with even craftier moves; sly tactics are the winning way.
As a result, all twelve Warrior Kings and groups began researching cunning tactics.
The collective wisdom was boundless; soon the entire Blue Sword Special Forces fell into chaos.
During confrontation training, diverse underhanded methods emerged, creating a mess reminiscent of a dark comedy.
Li Guoqing found it both amusing and pleasantly surprising.
He astutely noticed that through days of training, the Blue Sword soldiers' individual combat abilities skyrocketed like fireworks.
In jungle warfare alone, the soldiers mastered techniques that could catch anyone off guard.
Meanwhile, their sniping, grappling, and fight skills saw significant improvements.
Particularly their close-range combat skills improved rapidly, many killer moves were revamped by the rogue soldiers into unpredictable deadly and deceptive tricks.
While Evil Dragon Warrior Kings trained Blue Sword Special Forces, Yang Fei began closed-door cultivation of Martial Arts.
Yang Fei's Martial Arts had reached the Gangjin Heavenly level, nearing the Half-Step True Martial Realm.
His Essence Qi was massive, his Qi-blood heavy and fluid as mercury.
With the Heavenly Machine Spindle, Yang Fei feared not Divine Punishment.
All was ready except for the final push.
He sensed that within the Nine Extremes, as long as the Elephant Extreme reached Great Perfection, he might break through to the True Martial Realm.
So, Yang Fei focused on cultivating the Elephant Extreme, sensing the Power of the Earth, the Elephant Shock crushing enemies with massive force.
The Elephant Pulse conveyed strength underground, not weakening but instead amplifying.
Regarding the fourth-level Divine Power of Elephant Extreme, Yang Fei had vague insights but was yet to breakthrough.
At this moment, Yang Fei sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, visualizing an elephant.
His Essence Qi flowed slowly and heavily within.
In Indian Buddhist Scriptures, elephants are guardians of hell.
It's known that when demons escaped hell, elephants rose in divine might, resisting them, one stomp quaking miles and killing all demons.
This legend matched the Cultivation Techniques of Elephant Pulse and Elephant Shock.
As Yang Fei's Qi-blood circulated, he stood up slowly, silently contemplating.
Suddenly, he gently moved a step, stomped, envisioning the imposing elephant subduing demons; the ground slightly trembled, then lay still.
Yang Fei was thrilled; though it was just a slight tremor, he sensed a significant difference this time.
This tremor felt like a boulder dropped into a mirror-still lake, invisible waves subtly rippling outward.
Promising!
Yang Fei silently contemplated this pulse power, lifted his foot, and stomped again.
Bang!
An invisible tidal wave followed his heel, radiating outward.
Mad Blade was chugging wine when he felt a subtle ground tremor, surprised, he turned to glance at the closed chamber.
He distinctly felt a majestic, dense aura from there spreading all around."