The opponent's strength was simply overwhelming, every encounter with Bidegla felt as though a mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him no chance to catch his breath.

"Brother, it seems you are still one step behind me," the man laughed heartily, launching another attack without hesitation.

"Damn it," Bidegla cursed, fully committed to the battle at hand.

Although the man had not reached the level of internal strength, Bidegla felt as though he was facing a master of internal strength, but the realm could not be faked. Despite using his insight, he could not discern any hidden power within the man's body.

Therefore, the opponent's true realm was at the later stage of external strength, on par with his own. However, each of the opponent's attacks carried the force of a thunderstorm, their power was simply too great, and Bidegla now felt that he could not hold out for much longer.

Despite being at the same level, the difference in combat strength was so great that Bidegla could only endure about twenty rounds before he was defeated, sent flying and almost spitting blood.

Watching Bidegla's defeat, Jayson Hannah's initially somewhat frustrated heart turned into sheer delight. He had been defeated by Bidegla at a lower level, and now Bidegla had suffered the same fate at the hands of an equal. If it were not for the discipline of the military, he might have taken the opportunity to gloat.

But who was this simple-minded man? He was unknown in the various military districts of Hanxia.

"Hehe, brother, I know you held back on me. I'll come find you again tomorrow," the man said, scratching his head and revealing a grin that almost made Bidegla want to spit blood.

I held back? Did I really hold back to the point of being beaten like this?

The man quickly departed, leaving no trace behind. But no matter what, this was the first time Bidegla had been defeated by someone since he began his training, and it was quite frustrating.

The last time, he had not been defeated by Clotilda Pag, as their strengths were quite different. But now, this man had almost made him spit blood.

Although the man's strength was formidable, he had no intention of killing, so when he came to fight, Bidegla, although knowing he would fail, could not refuse.

With the two men having similar strengths, this was a rare opportunity to improve his combat skills, and he could not let it slip away.

Sure enough, the man kept his word and came back the next day, and this time, Bidegla lasted a little longer, but still succumbed after just over twenty rounds. He was not the man's match.

"Brother, I'll come find you again tomorrow," the simple-minded man smiled, then turned and left just as quickly as he came.

In the following days, the man came to fight Bidegla every day, forming a pattern. Under the pressure of the man's strength, Bidegla's own abilities improved rapidly, and they sparred more and more frequently.

In about ten days, the man was finally defeated by Bidegla for the first time, sent flying by a single blow. Although Bidegla had not been his match before, his combat skills had improved so rapidly that he had grasped some of the man's patterns, leading to today's victory.

"Brother, thank you," Bidegla said, extending his hand to the man with a smile.

If he still does not know the purpose of this man, then he is truly foolish. This man is clearly here to be his whetstone. Under the other's training, his strength has indeed improved by leaps and bounds, at least much stronger than ten days ago.

"Hehe, it's nothing," the simple-hearted man chuckled, then placed his hand on Bidegla's body and pushed himself up from the ground.

"Now I am no longer your opponent, so my mission is complete, brother. We will meet again in the future," the man said as he turned and walked away, not even stopping when Bidegla tried to hold him back.

"Who sent you?" Bidegla asked loudly.

"You will know in the future," the man waved his hand, not looking back.

For more than ten days, Bidegla had been fighting at the same time every day, so his actions had attracted a lot of attention. Many people knew that Bidegla faced the same challenger every day, even people from other camps would come to watch.

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Many people saw Bidegla's progress and were envious of his luck for attracting such a person to sharpen his skills. They wondered why they had not encountered such a person themselves.

"Where did that man come from?" in a distant place from Bidegla, a woman spoke calmly. She was the dream goddess in many people's hearts, Meda Ponce.

"I don't know, I've never seen him," responded a woman named ToranVicky, who was about 1.85 meters tall and very unfamiliar with Bidegla.

ToranVicky was also a beautiful woman who had enlisted with Meda Ponce. They trained together, ate together, and were inseparable even when going to the bathroom, which made many soldiers quite envious.

"Those people are staring at us again," ToranVicky frowned slightly, showing disdain for the strange looks.

"As long as they don't bother us, just ignore them," Meda Ponce said, her face somewhat cold.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to deal with these people. When we both enter the Dragon Soul Army, we'll let them envy and hate us," ToranVicky raised her eyebrows and then dragged Meda Ponce away.

The simple-hearted man had already been defeated by Bidegla, so there were hardly any more people coming to challenge him after that. It wasn't until half a month later that they welcomed the so-called instructor, the young man Bidegla had met before.

During the first half of the month, they were each trained by their own instructors, and the remaining half was under the responsibility of this young man.

Originally over a hundred people, from eight different camps, now they had all become one entity, jointly receiving training from this young man.

Watching the young man on the platform, the soldiers present all showed a fanatical look, even beauties like ToranVicky seemed to have a somewhat bewildered expression.

This was the people in the Dragon Soul Army, the highest place they aspired to, eager to become members of the Dragon Soul team as soon as possible.

At this moment, the young man was dressed in a military uniform, looking quite handsome. It was no wonder that even a beauty like ToranVicky was captivated by him.

"I know you are all the elites of the major military districts, but no matter who you are or where you come from, in my eyes, you are all rookies among rookies. Starting from today, there will be a daily test, and the bottom five will be eliminated, which will continue until the last day of this month," the young man spoke, his tone extremely indifferent.

At this moment, he was very different from when he met Bidegla before, as if he had become a different person, exuding an icy aura that made anyone who approached him feel cold.

As he continued in this manner, the people below became increasingly fervent, showing a bit of, well, zeal.

It's only been half a month, and if we eliminate five people a day, we'll have to get rid of over seventy people in fifteen days, which means that most of them will be out of the running.

So, after their fervor, the people present showed eager expressions, hoping that if they passed the test, they would have the chance to become a member of the Dragon Soul Corps and go to the place they had long dreamed of.

As for failure, they never even considered it. They were all the pride of the crowd, each one proud and confident. How could they possibly think of themselves as failures?

"I will only say this once: in the next two weeks, there will be frequent strength competitions. During these battles, you can use any means to kill your opponent, but once they surrender, you must not attack them again," the young man said, causing a sensation among the people below.

They had experienced many strength competitions before, and there was always a rule against killing, but this young man unexpectedly said that they could kill their opponents, which caught them off guard.

So for a moment, they all looked at each other, consciously distancing themselves from the people around them.

Because none of them knew who among these people was their opponent, and if they encountered them, who knew if their opponent would kill them.

Observing the reactions of the people below, the young man was clearly very satisfied. Allowing them to be ruthless to their own people now was to make them ruthless to the enemy in the future, and if they wanted to become members of the Dragon Soul, they had to pay a price.

The Dragon Soul Corps was not a place just anyone could enter.

This was the most prestigious unit, belonging to the highest leader, even the military region could not interfere, nor could they stop any of their actions. Their power was so great that it was probably an attractive aspect for others.

"Today is the first day, and I'll start you off with the lowest level task: run ten laps around the square. The last five to finish will be eliminated," the young man said, and then the people present all reacted frantically, running as if they were crazy.

This was an elimination match, so no one wanted to be the one eliminated. They all showed their fastest speed.

For a moment, a strong wind blew across the square, caused by their high speed movements.

Even though Bidegla didn't want to become a member of the Dragon Soul Corps, he also didn't want to be eliminated. If he was eliminated and sent back to Zhuhai City, he would definitely be punished by his master.

So now, he ran at a moderate to slightly above average speed, showing a confident and relaxed performance.

He'd leave the spotlight to someone else.

Of course, if he ran at full speed, there probably wouldn't be many people present who could compete with him. After all, Xingyi Quan places the most emphasis on speed, which these people couldn't compare to.

Lap after lap, in the blink of an eye, seven or eight laps had passed. Because everyone in the square was not ordinary, their speed not only did not slow down at all, but even increased. Even those who were really skilled were quickly catching up to the last person in the previous lap, creating a significant gap.

"You have one minute left. If you can't finish the entire race in one minute, you will all be eliminated," the young man on the platform said, making Bidegla jump.

He still had two laps to go, and now, they were going to start eliminating people in one minute. Who knew how many people would suffer then.

So at this point, he didn't care about hiding anymore and unleashed all of his speed. He didn't want to go back with the stigma of being eliminated; he wouldn't be able to face his master and the others