"However, Jessie Deman did not blame him, and the others did not say much, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
"Each one of you completed the task within the specified time, and I am very pleased. I know that each of you is an elite from the military district, proud and arrogant, but I still must tell you that those who think this way have mostly perished on the battlefield. Now, let me announce the results of each of them. If there are any objections, please wait until I finish."
With that, Jessie Deman took a piece of paper from his subordinate and scanned the group of Bidegla and the others. Then his gaze fell upon Bidegla and he said, "This time, the straight-line distance you covered was a total of 325 kilometers, and the shortest time spent among you was three days and four hours."
At this point, his words paused slightly, and apart from Bidegla, the other thirteen people erupted in a noise of astonishment.
Such a long journey, and only three days and four hours? Did he not eat, drink, or sleep?
"Commander, who is this man?" someone asked, voicing their shared confusion.
"He is Bidegla," replied Jessie Deman, pointing to Bidegla.
And with these words, everyone present involuntarily fixed their astonished gazes upon Bidegla, finding it hard to believe that he had covered such a long distance in such a short time. Could he have flown?
"How did he manage that?" the group of more than ten people began to whisper incredulously.
"Silence," at this point, the soldier beside Jessie Deman coldly interjected, causing the others to stop talking without being told.
"The second place comes from the xx military district, Jayson Hannah, time taken, five days and seven hours," Jessie Deman continued reading from the paper, his expression unchanged.
Although arriving here in five days is also quite impressive, when compared to the abnormality of Bidegla, it seems rather ordinary.
"The third place..." Jessie Deman read out the results of all fourteen people present. The last one arrived almost at the last minute, so when he heard his own result, he looked deeply ashamed. With his current result, he might very likely be eliminated when the final selection takes place.
They are the most formidable individuals in their military district and have the best chance of becoming members of the Dragon Soul Battalion. However, with his current score, his chances are slim.
"All right, this was just a small test for you to see how well you can survive in the wild. We will hold a month-long training for you, and then an officer from the Dragon Soul Battalion will come to instruct you." Jessie Deman spoke, a hint of longing appearing on his otherwise indifferent face.
Despite his high position and mastery of internal energy, he was once selected for the Dragon Soul Battalion, so joining it has always been a wish of his. However, with so many years having passed, he has long lost the qualification for selection and has no chance of entering the Dragon Soul Battalion again in his lifetime.
It is the most elite force in the entire Hanxia, and even the special forces pale in comparison to the Dragon Soul Battalion. The gap is truly immense, and the Dragon Soul Battalion deals with matters related to national security, so while it wields great power, its responsibilities are also great.
But regardless, any military personnel who have heard of the Dragon Soul Battalion would want to join this mysterious force.
An instructor from the Dragon Soul Battalion?"
Upon hearing Jessie Deman's words, everyone present, except for Bidegla, became extremely enthusiastic. The Dragon Soul Corps was a place they had longed for their entire lives, and now they had the opportunity to meet one of its members. For them, this was a great honor.
"Opportunities like this are rare, so I hope you will cherish it. Of course, if you insist on causing trouble, I will not show any mercy and will send you back immediately," Jessie Deman said, surveying the dozen or so people and speaking slowly.
"Understood," the group of people nodded in unison, their voices booming.
"Now that you understand, gather your things and register immediately. We will leave in ten minutes," Jessie Deman gestured, and everyone started to move.
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Bidegla had nothing to gather, so he boarded the helicopter empty-handed and waited for the others to join.
"Young man, let me tell you, this time they specifically requested to see you. Seize the opportunity," Jessie Deman approached Bidegla after he had boarded the aircraft, speaking softly by his side.
"Why do they want to see me?" Bidegla furrowed his brow slightly, unsure of Jessie Deman's meaning.
"Because we have reported your achievements, and the commander of the Dragon Soul Corps wants to meet you. This is your chance. If you can become a member of the Dragon Soul Corps, you will truly rise to the top," Jessie Deman spoke, hoping Bidegla would have the opportunity to join the Dragon Soul Corps.
Even if he couldn't become a full-fledged member, becoming a reserve member was better than staying in the special forces. It had been his lifelong regret, with no chance of realization. And after so many years as an instructor, none of his students had been absorbed into the Dragon Soul Corps. The requirements were simply too strict.
To become a member of the Dragon Soul Corps, one must have a strong skill, such as formidable combat abilities, or be a top talent in a particular field. Without a unique skill, entering the Dragon Soul Corps was a pipe dream.
"Who said I want to join the Dragon Soul Corps?" Bidegla spoke, leaving Jessie Deman stunned, almost wanting to slap him.
Such a rare opportunity, and he dared to speak like this. He was truly infuriating.
If he had known Bidegla was so ungrateful, he wouldn't have reported his name. He had thought he was a genius, but it turned out he lacked ambition.
It was a place that countless soldiers dreamed of going, and yet he spoke with such an attitude.
"Suit yourself. I've already secured the opportunity for you. As for what you want to do, that's for you to figure out," Jessie Deman said, reverting to his previous indifferent expression and slowly closing his eyes.
This time, they were not going to a primitive forest, but to a military base. As Bidegla and the others' helicopter landed, a considerable number of people had already gathered here, all dressed in camouflage, likely numbering no less than a hundred, men and women alike.
"All right, everyone, off you go. From now on, you will spend a month here," Jessie Deman said, promptly ushering Bidegla and the others off the aircraft.
"Bidegla, come with me. I will take you to meet him," Jessie Deman said, leading Bidegla into a large building.
"Very well." Although Bidegla had no desire to join the Dragon Soul Corps, he couldn't refuse the invitation of a senior official, could he?
Soon, Jessie Deman arrived at a training room with Bidegla. At that moment, the room was occupied by only one young man, continuously striking the punching bag. Each blow seemed to reverberate throughout the walls, displaying an astonishing amount of power.
However, Bidegla couldn't help but doubt Jessie Deman's words as he looked at the seemingly young man before him. Could this person, who appeared to be a college student, really be the instructor of the Dragon Soul Corps?
"Reporting, sir. I have brought the person you wanted to see," Jessie Deman spoke, standing at attention and saluting.
"Oh, well then, you can leave. I have some things to discuss with him," the young man replied to Jessie Deman, grinning as he ushered her out.
Now, the entire training room was left with only the two of them, creating a somewhat peculiar atmosphere.
"Feel free to take a seat. I'll speak to you once I've finished warming up," the young man smiled at Bidegla, then continued to vigorously punch the punching bag.
Hearing this, Bidegla didn't hesitate to find a spot to sit and watch the so-called warm-up of the young man.
His strength was formidable, having already mastered external force, and Bidegla couldn't discern what level of internal force he possessed. As he observed, Bidegla had an unsettling feeling, as if he wasn't looking at a person, but rather a demon capable of transforming into a beast at any moment.
Although he was smiling, there was a hint of treachery in his demeanor.
After roughly five minutes, the young man finished his warm-up, put on his clothes, and said, "I apologize for keeping you waiting."
"No problem," Bidegla replied, refraining from showing any arrogance.
"Care for a smoke?" the young man asked, pulling out a pack of special panda cigarettes from his pocket and offering one to Bidegla.
"Yes," Bidegla nodded, prompting the young man to chuckle before handing him a cigarette.
"Brother, I heard you crossed several hundred kilometers in just three days and four hours. I wonder how you managed that," the young man lit his cigarette and directed a curious gaze at Bidegla.
"I just walked over," Bidegla calmly responded after taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
"You know I'm not asking about that," the young man looked deeply at Bidegla and spoke in a calm tone.
"Then what do you want to know?" Bidegla returned his gaze, showing no signs of fear.
Perhaps for others, the status of this young man was terrifying, being a member of the Dragon Soul Corps. However, Bidegla was not part of this system and had no idea what kind of force the Dragon Soul Corps was. Moreover, even if he knew the other party's status was more powerful than his, he would never show any fear, as it was simply not in his nature.
"I want to know how you were able to cross over three hundred kilometers in such a short time. Even I wouldn't find it so easy to do that," the young man explained.
"I turn night into day and never rest for a moment. Why do you think I could travel so far?" Bidegla replied calmly.
Just because others couldn't do it, didn't mean he couldn't. This was the strength of his powerful insight. Night had no influence on him, and with his training in Xingyiquan, his mobility was far beyond that of an ordinary cultivator. So, when it came to traveling, he felt no pressure at all.
"Heh, you're the first person to speak to me in such a manner," the young man suddenly laughed, but his laughter was cold, as if it had caused the surrounding air to drop a few degrees.
"Do you know that if you were my adversary, just by the air of your speech, you would already be a dead man?" The young man gazed deeply at Bidegla, a tremendous pressure emanating from his being.