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Chapter 83: Don’t demand that battles should be aesthetic, and don’t demand that death must follow virtue (ask for monthly tickets)
Click.

Wan Tao pushed open the door of the conference room, and the light cast his shadow on the wall, as well as the figure behind him.

"Zhang Zhen." Wan Tao suddenly stopped, turned to look at the person behind him, and said with a wry smile, "You didn't have to come with me. Old Bai didn't even notify you and your team members..."

After hearing Wan Tao's words, the scarred man who had been frowning came to his senses, raised his head and glanced at him, and said impatiently: "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, is there anything I can't listen to?"

Wan Tao scratched his head in distress. When he received the notice of the emergency meeting, he should have avoided Zhang Zhen before clicking it.

Who would have thought that even he, a lieutenant colonel, received it, but Zhang Zhen, a major general, did not receive the notice.

Wan Tao turned his head and looked into the conference room of the command post. Under the light of the conference room, not only their shadows were reflected, but also the outlines of swaying people in rows on the walls on both sides, some old, some young, from various departments.

Looking at such a complete lineup in front of him, Wan Tao suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The core members of the Third Military District are basically gathered in this conference room. If a spy can sneak in and launch a suicide bombing, the Third Military District will probably be completely buried in the grave along with the collapsed buildings.

Wan Tao couldn't remember the last time he attended such a large-scale emergency meeting.

So, what is the purpose this time?
Click.

The door to the conference room rang, and then someone pushed it open from the outside.

"Is everyone here?"

The conference room fell into silence, and there were no more whispers.

The person who walked into the conference room was Bai Ci, who was wearing a military uniform. He strode past everyone with big strides, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Bai Ci pulled out a chair and sat in the main seat. His eyes swept across everyone's faces, but lingered on Zhang Zhen for a moment.

Then, without saying a word, he took out his pipe, lit it, and took a deep breath. His old face was shrouded in smoke, and his expression could not be seen for a moment.

After a long silence, he slowly raised his head and looked at the people in front of him with a pair of deep eyes.

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the conference room heard his speech, which was calm in tone but deafening in content.

"The meteorological monitoring department detected a large number of thunderclouds appearing over Death Valley. The atmospheric electric field on the surface of the area has increased, and this phenomenon is gradually spreading. It is suspected that the turbulence is caused by the lightning and water elements. At the same time..."

At this point, Bai Ci paused, looked at everyone with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "We immediately tried to contact the team stationed in Death Valley, but received no response."

"Any electronic device will lose signal and communication once it enters that area, so we still don't know what exactly happened in Death Valley..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire conference room fell into an eerie silence. It was so quiet that only the sound of rapid breathing and heartbeats could be heard. The chandelier reflected a warm white light, and the marble floor was so shiny that you could see your reflection in it.

Wan Tao was sitting in an inconspicuous corner of the conference room. After hearing Bai Ci's words, his expression changed slightly and he subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Zhen beside him.

As Zhang Zhen's face skin tightened and twitched slightly, the hideous scar on his face also twisted.

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At the same time, in a room in the training ground.

This is a classroom large enough to accommodate a hundred people, and you can still smell the lingering smell of wood.

There were no tables, chairs, seats or blackboards, but the wooden floor was polished to a shine.

There are many wooden weapons placed on the wooden shelves in the corners on both sides.

From dagger to short sword, katana to long sword.

On the wall directly in front, there is also a calligraphy and painting hanging.

It was a black and white Chinese character for "Wu." "You look a little annoyed with me?"

Looking at Qi Xiuyuan who had drawn a horizontal sword in the distance, Wan Hong, holding a short sword, asked with a smile: "Is it because of the Mi Gong incident, or because I injured your friend?"

"It shouldn't be the latter. I don't think you're so naive as to not understand the principle that swords have no eyes. But you can rest assured, I will show mercy. It will only hurt a little, but it will heal quickly."

Qi Xiuyuan walked to the center of the field, sword in hand. Under the gaze of the people around him, he smiled and said, "Instructor, don't make a mistake."

"Just like when I call you instructor, it's not because I'm in awe of you, it's just courtesy. If I don't like you, it's simply because I don't like you as a person."

"As for the principle that swords have no eyes, I couldn't agree more."

The remarks that seemed to kill the topic made the atmosphere even more tense, and stabbed Wan Hong's pride like a knife without any hesitation.

Wan Hong subconsciously raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by his sharp tongue, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence. I don't like you either. If I remember correctly, your Word Spirit is a speed-boosting type."

"May your sword be as sharp as your mouth."

After saying that, he slowly tightened his grip on the short knife in his hand, and the center of gravity of his entire body was slightly lowered.

The heartbeat rate and breathing amplitude dropped in an instant.

Qi Xiuyuan simply raised the sword in his hand, neither nervous nor afraid, his muscles naturally relaxed, and his breathing frequency was very steady and peaceful.

The newcomers around all noticed the current situation, which seemed to have gradually turned from a teaching game into a grudge game, but this tension made them even more excited.

They only recognized that Qi Xiuyuan had an excellent bloodline, but knew nothing about his true abilities.

Everyone looked at the two opposing players with anticipation, wondering how they would defeat each other fairly.

But Wan Hong just stared at Qi Xiuyuan, like a dormant poisonous snake, spitting out its tongue silently.

Suddenly, at the moment when Qi Xiuyuan's nostrils twitched slightly.

Wan Hong's figure disappeared.

Everyone blinked in astonishment, only able to see a shadow.

And behind Qi Xiuyuan, a black shadow suddenly appeared.

Just like an autumn leaf falling from the sky, all the energy was gathered into the body. He held the dagger in his hand but did not reveal any murderous intent.

Word Spirit: Setsuna, Sequence 72, a Word Spirit known for its "super speed," strengthens the caster's movement speed, increasing it by powers of two, reaching an incredible peak of speed.

Wan Hong, who possesses both the Word Spirit and the A-level bloodline, is the assassin and scout of the first team stationed in Death Valley.

He had been waiting for Qi Xiuyuan to breathe, and when Qi Xiuyuan was distracted by the oxygen, he launched an attack without hesitation.

Insidious enough, vicious enough.

This was the first lesson Wan Hong taught them.

Don't demand that battles should be aesthetic, and don't demand that death must follow virtue.

hum! !

The distance of several meters was shortened to zero in the blink of an eye.

The frightening evil wind was accompanied by a sharp scream, and the short knife with a blade as cold as autumn water was swung out, drawing several arcs of light in the air.

(End of this chapter)