"Go ahead!" Benjamin Blake tossed the magazine over, caught by Barrett Walker. Now was not the time for empty talk, as the flying lizard wouldn't be easily fooled. Whoosh! A piercing screech, the sound of snapping trees. Barrett Walker swiftly rolled forward, smoothly chambering a bullet in the process. A skilled operator, he stood up with a gun in hand, exuding confidence. This was the sharpshooter, with graceful movement and elegant shooting. Bullets striking the perceived vital points, but indeed, it was its vital points.

"A dragon, perhaps!" Barrett Walker, next to Benjamin Blake, asked casually.

"Who knows! Probably just a flying lizard! These days, there are too many strange things irradiated. You're lucky enough to not have encountered humanoid monsters," Benjamin Blake and Barrett Walker seemed like old friends, unperturbed by the atmosphere.

"That's your luck," Barrett Walker turned to Benjamin Blake, curious about the humanoid monster he mentioned.

"You're a good shot," Benjamin Blake, not having seen how Barrett Walker wounded the creature, preferred his heavy-duty machete. He approached the creature with caution, ready to react at any moment.

"Math is too formulaic. I believe we have a deep emotional connection. It's not just about data calculation, but also philosophical values," Barrett Walker approached from the other side, behind the creature.

"Scram!" Benjamin Blake shouted, leaping like a god, striking the lizard's other wing with all his might.

Bang! It seemed like Barrett Walker responded to Benjamin Blake, as his shot struck the flapping wing. The wing ripped open, severed by Benjamin Blake's machete. The creature quickly crawled and vanished, leaving only a tailless lizard.

"A lizard! Damn, I thought I'd have an extra meal tonight!"

"Yeah, can this lizard grow its wings back?" Barrett Walker picked up the broken wing, finding it soft but the dense black scales made him uncomfortable. He discovered a mild form of arachnophobia and quickly discarded the wing.

"I doubt it," Benjamin Blake was uncertain about encountering such a creature. He needed technical support. Suddenly, this unfamiliar monster posed a potential disaster for the students of the War God Academy. He pointed a gun and carried a knife, urging Barrett Walker to leave the unsafe area.

"I haven't completed my ten-kilometer armed cross-country run!" Barrett Walker's gun was loaded, and he longed for the wilderness.

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"I'll tell you! Don't be complacent. I've led many generations of War God Academy students. If you're alone in the wilderness, you're signing your own death warrant," Benjamin Blake mercilessly criticized Barrett Walker and dragged out a mutated tiger from the nearby bushes. His silence spoke volumes.

Barrett Walker cursed, "You're so irresponsible! Are you treating us students as bait or cheap giveaways? I'll file a serious complaint and condemn your actions. I'll file a written complaint, but what's the use? I'm deeply dissatisfied with Benjamin Blake's condescension."

Dragging a dead tiger, Benjamin Blake was exhausted as he climbed the mountain. Seeing Barrett Walker trailing behind him, seemingly at ease, Benjamin Blake couldn't help but curse. He vowed to make Barrett Walker pay. Upon reaching the mountaintop, Benjamin Blake discarded the tiger. Despite his exhaustion, he stood upright, his breathing strangely rhythmic, as if practicing a form of breath control.

Hearing Benjamin Blake's voice, the group of people stood up as if seeing a ghost. They gazed at the upright Benjamin Blake, the tiger, and the weapons, their expressions changing. Then they turned to Barrett Walker, showing disdain. He was late, wasn't he the one who said to increase training? Now he knows the pain of a big mouth. If he experienced such contempt, he would probably jump off the mountain.

Ignoring their reactions, Benjamin Blake said, "Those who are still not here, I won't force them. I will give you an opportunity." Turning to Barrett Walker, he asked, "How many kilometers did you run?"

"Not many, but it doesn't matter to me. I have no objections," Barrett Walker, hearing the discussions, couldn't be bothered to argue. He had done his best and had a clear conscience.

"Strictly speaking, your training volume should be four times, maybe even more. However, that was a special circumstance. In reality, you completed the training faster than them, and the place where we killed the creature was over five kilometers away," Benjamin Blake explained emotionlessly. The students looked at him and Barrett Walker, puzzled by the situation.

"Your training volume should be four times, or even more. But that was a special case. In fact, you completed the training faster than them, and the place where we killed the creature was over five kilometers away," Benjamin Blake explained emotionlessly. The students looked at him and Barrett Walker, puzzled by the situation.

Benjamin Blake, in front of all eyes, suddenly stripped off his military uniform, revealing a muscular body, with defined abdominal muscles and a chest covered in crisscrossing scars, one of which ran from his heart to his abdomen, with stitches like a centipede, giving a terrifying and ferocious appearance. But his back was as smooth as ivory.

"I have never known what retreat means," Benjamin Blake said, standing tall in the face of the curious gazes of the crowd. His steady shoulders were the cornerstone of the entire federation, and his words commanded immense respect. He walked up to Barrett Walker and said, "Your marksmanship is impressive, but in times of scarcity, firearms will be obsolete. The future of humanity requires sacrifices, so I would prefer you to fight alongside me."

Benjamin Blake's noble reasoning was so compelling that any passionate young person would readily agree without hesitation.