Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

Chapter 66 Military, Ruthless Iron Hands

Zhou Yan and Luo Ke followed Luo Xuan across the square.

On the road, you can see some young people forming different matrices, holding long swords and practicing the Nanming sword meticulously.

The uniforms worn by these young men were obviously different from those worn by Luo Xuan and Zhou Yan. They were changed from white with red patterns to black with red patterns. They looked much more solemn than the uniforms worn in ordinary sword gyms.

"Those are the people from the Suzaku Palace's 'military department'." Seeing Zhou Yan looking around, Luo Xuan said calmly: "Unlike the Nanming Sword Hall, the Lihuo Pavilion is the backbone organization of the major cities in the Suzaku District. It also manages the violent organizations in the main cities, that is, the military department. The difference between these people and you is..."

She glanced at Zhou Yan and said calmly, "They are soldiers trained with the imperial military funds, and the Nanming Sword Hall is a business organization open to the public to provide a channel for the public to practice martial arts."

Zhou Yan nodded and asked curiously: "So, who is stronger between them and Nanming Sword Hall?"

"The ratio of individual strong men is slightly higher in the Sword Hall, but the actual number of strong men is much higher in the military." Luo Xuan explained calmly.

Zhou Yan thought thoughtfully: "Will the military send people to participate in this exchange meeting?"

"Yes." Luo Xuan answered with certainty, "Every year during the exchange, the chief of the new recruits in the military will be selected to have a competition with the chief of the sword hall."

"Chief?" Zhou Yan's eyes flashed with interest.

"Well, the main purpose of the exchange meeting is to determine the best group of students this year. The strongest among them will be given the title of 'Chief'."

Luo Xuan glanced at Zhou Yan and said, "You also want to compete for this position?"

Zhou Yan smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Xuan, you know, men generally find it hard to resist becoming the 'strongest'"

Luo Ke next to him also touched his chin and nodded, pretending to be deep.

"Well, after all, men are strange creatures who are willing to risk their lives just for a simple sentence like 'You're awesome.'"

Luo Xuan shook his head: "Although I really want to encourage you, you have been practicing sword for too short a time. And this year, I heard that there are several geniuses emerging. I am afraid that if you want to become the strongest, you will have to wait until next year."

She didn't say that Zhou Yan couldn't become the strongest, but she said that she would have to wait until next year.

Obviously, even Luo Xuan, a super genius, believed that with Zhou Yan's talent, if he was given a year to practice sword skills, he would probably be able to amaze everyone.

But the foundation is still too shallow now.

Zhou Yan smiled and did not refute Luo Xuan's words.

He simply followed Luo Xuan into the Lihuo Pavilion building and found the department responsible for sign-in.

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The formalities went smoothly. At Luo Xuan's request, the staff opened two rooms for the three of them - the two sisters shared a twin room.

The three of them talked as they took the elevator to the upper floors of the apartment and came to the doors of two rooms.

Luo Xuan looked at the room number and took out a card and handed it to Zhou Yan: "Zhou Yan, you live in room 1606. Xiao Ke and I will live in room 1607. Take a rest later. I will ask the cafeteria to deliver food when it's time for dinner. We won't train today. Save your energy for tomorrow's game."

"Okay." Zhou Yan took the room card, said goodbye to the two sisters, opened the door and entered his room.

The room is simply furnished with just a bed, a table, chairs and a cabinet.

Zhou Yan quickly put his luggage away, then sat on the bed, casually glancing at the countdown reminder.

[Next walk in the world of disaster: 3 days, 4 hours, 18 minutes and 22 seconds]

Three days later, it was the fourth walk.
And the information Luo Xuan told him was that the "competition" of this exchange meeting would last for five days, and every day each sword hall representative would have a round of "exchange competition". In other words, if he was lucky enough to survive the first three rounds of competition, he would have to face a walk in the world of disaster before entering the semi-finals and finals.

"If the gains from this fourth trip to the Disaster Realm are great enough, I may not be unqualified to compete with those so-called geniuses."

Zhou Yan thought silently.

What he wanted to "fight" was of course to fight with his own strength, rather than relying on equipment or even super fusion.

After all, even though he wanted to compete for the title of the strongest, it didn't mean he would expose his cards so rashly.

After briefly considering it, he withdrew his thoughts.

There is no point in thinking too much. Let’s adjust our state first to prepare for tomorrow’s “first battle”.

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The next day, early in the morning, Zhou Yan woke up early as usual.

He quickly washed up and started his usual training in his room.

Although the space is limited and I don't know if there are any surveillance cameras, it is not a good idea to practice the breathing method without permission.

However, basic bodyweight fitness training and Nanming sword air-strike exercises have been integrated into his habits, and he would feel unwell if he did less.

After practicing this three times, his cell phone rang.

Zhou Yan took the phone and saw that it was indeed a message from Luo Xuan, asking him to get ready, go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and then go to the exchange meeting venue together.

He finished his exercise and took a quick shower. Now with the robotic arm made by Luo Ke, daily activities like bathing were much easier than before.

After coming out, he called Luo Xuan.

"Luo Ke and I are already at the cafeteria on the third floor of the podium building. You can just come down directly." On the other end of the phone, Luo Xuan was in a somewhat noisy environment.

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan walked out of his room, went to the elevator door and pressed the button.

"Ding."

After a while, with a prompt sound, the elevator door slowly opened in front of Zhou Yan.

The moment Zhou Yan saw the scene in the elevator, his eyebrows raised slightly.

The two groups of people were facing each other coldly.

One of the groups was Zheng Keren and his younger brother named Zhao Jie. The other group was three young men wearing the uniforms of Nanming Sword Hall.

After the elevator door opened, the two groups in confrontation turned around and looked at Zhou Yan who was about to walk in.

Zheng Keren frowned, but his younger brother Zhao Jie's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to block the way: "Sorry, the bus is full. Please wait for the next bus."

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Zhou Yan lowered his head slightly and silently glanced at the guy who jumped up.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Jie's collar, then gently pulled him out of the elevator.

During the process, Zhao Jie, who had reacted, was surprised at his actions and wanted to resist, but was horrified to find that he could not resist Zhou Yan's strength at all, and could only stumble and be thrown out.

"If you are a Manchu, why don't you come out?"

As he spoke, Zhou Yan walked directly into the elevator.

"what are you doing!"

When Zheng Keren saw his younger brother making a fool of himself, he directly blocked Zhou Yan’s way.

The palm quickly pushed towards Zhou Yan.

But Zhou Yan had anticipated this and turned sideways, while his left hand formed a knife and he slashed quickly towards Zheng Keren's neck.

Zheng Keren's reaction was not slow either. He changed from pushing to blocking in surprise. The two men used their palms as swords and slashed at each other three times in one breath.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Three metallic chimes.

"Ah!" Zheng Keren groaned in pain, quickly withdrew his left hand, and his face twisted.

Zhou Yan did not pursue him, but smiled faintly and retracted his left hand wearing a black glove: "Sorry, I am a disabled person, and my left hand is a prosthetic limb."

As he spoke, he pulled off his gloves a little, showing his metal palm: "You're not hurt?"

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(End of this chapter)