Rebirth in the Dragon Kingdom: The Strongest Blade

At the special operations training ground of the Jinghua Military Region, Lin Zhe sat on a recliner under a parasol by the training ground, holding a training record board and occasionally jotting down notes. A thermos containing chrysanthemum tea sat on a small table beside him.

Old Wei, the demolition expert from Canglang, stood by like a orderly, holding a towel and a water bottle, ready to hand them over at any moment. If people from other military regions saw this scene, they would definitely be astonished—a special forces demolition expert was actually working as a lackey here.

But Lao Wei was willing. In this month of training with Lin Zhe, he learned more than he had in the previous ten years. He was willing to do anything, not just hand someone a towel, but even bring them water to wash their feet.

On the training field, one hundred trainees are undergoing mixed martial arts training in groups. The sounds of fists and feet clashing, heavy breathing, and the instructors' shouts blend together.

Compared to a month ago, these trainees are completely different. They have dark skin, strong muscles, and sharp eyes. More importantly, they have begun to possess the unique temperament of special forces soldiers—silent, focused, like cheetahs ready to pounce at any moment.

Zhao Ming executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, immediately flipping over and pinning his opponent down with a precise and clean chokehold. The instructor blew the whistle, and Zhao Ming released his grip, stood up, wiped his sweat, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Zhe on the sidelines.

Lin Zhe happened to look up and nodded at him.

This one action energized Zhao Ming, and he turned around and threw himself into the next round of training.

The other trainees were the same. Lin Zhe's presence was like an invisible whip, constantly urging them forward. The dazzling records on the bulletin board were like towering mountains, waiting for them to climb.

Just then, four figures walked in at the entrance of the training ground.

They wore black special operations uniforms similar to Lin Zhe's, without rank insignia, but their walking posture—light, steady, and every step seemed precisely calculated—instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Takashiro, who was training, was the first to notice and frowned at the newcomer. When he saw the face of the person in charge, his pupils contracted.

Dragon Tooth.

Although they had only met briefly during the exercise, Gao Cheng remembered that face and those eagle-like eyes. And the three people behind him—though he didn't recognize them, their demeanor… was so similar to Lin Zhe's.

They all smell like they crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The trainees on the training field also noticed, slowing down their fighting movements and turning their gazes to the four people.

Longya walked at the front, his gaze sweeping across the training field. Seeing the students sweating profusely, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. Then, seeing Lin Zhe lounging leisurely on a deck chair by the sidelines, and Old Wei standing beside him like a lackey, his face darkened instantly.

"Damn it..." Longya cursed under his breath.

Behind him, Dragon Claw, Dragon Shadow, and Dragon Thorn didn't look much better. They were in other military regions, working themselves to the bone every day training those overconfident but incompetent student soldiers, their voices hoarse from shouting. And Lin Zhe, on the other hand, was sunbathing here, with someone serving him?

The four people exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

Then, they moved almost simultaneously.

Like four arrows released from a bow, they instantly rushed across the training field, heading straight for Lin Zhe.

Everyone on the training field was stunned. Gao Cheng instinctively wanted to stop him, but stopped after taking just one step—because he saw that Lin Zhe on the recliner was not only not panicked, but was actually smiling.

"Holy crap!" Old Wei was the first to react and tried to stand in front of Lin Zhe, but Lin Zhe gently pushed him away.

The next second, Longya was the first to rush forward, reaching out to grab Lin Zhe's collar. Lin Zhe dodged to the side, but Longzhua pounced from the other side, grabbing his waist. Longying and Longci grabbed his arms from the left and right.

The four worked together seamlessly, instantly lifting Lin Zhe off the recliner and carrying him towards the mud pit at the edge of the training field.

"Throw it!" Longya shouted.

"One, two, three—Go!"

Lin Zhe was tossed high into the air, and then with a "plop," he crashed into the mud, splashing up a large amount of mud and water.

The training ground was deathly silent.

The trainees stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape. Gao Cheng and Cang Lang's team members were also dumbfounded—that was Colonel Lin! A twenty-five-year-old colonel! Just like that, he'd been thrown into a mud pit?

What shocked them even more was that after throwing the person, the four men didn't run away; instead, they stood by the mud pit and laughed.

"Awesome!" Longya said, hands on his hips. "Let you enjoy yourself here!"

"Exactly! We're working ourselves to the bone over there, and you're acting like a big shot!" Dragon Claw chimed in.

Lin Zhe slowly sat up in the mud, wiped the mud off his face, and instead of being angry, he smiled: "What brings you all here?"

"Let's go on a pilgrimage!" Longya squatted by the mud pit, grinning. "If we don't come on our pilgrimage soon, those student soldiers will drive us crazy."

Lin Zhe crawled out of the mud, soaking wet and covered in mud. But he didn't care. He walked over, opened his arms, and gave Long Ya a muddy hug.

"Damn it! My new clothes!" Longya cursed, but didn't dodge.

Then came the dragon claw, the dragon shadow, and the dragon spike, each person embracing a muddy clump.

"Want to practice?" After the hug, Longya flexed his wrists. "It's been months since I've had a real fight. Let's see if you've gotten any worse."

Lin Zheye stretched his neck: "Come on."

The five walked to the combat zone in the center of the training ground. The trainees automatically formed a circle, not daring to blink.

Gao Cheng instructed the Canglang team members to maintain order while he pushed his way to the front. He knew that what he was about to witness might be the highest level of combat he had ever experienced.

The four members of Longya spread out, surrounding Lin Zhe in the middle. There were no referees, no rules; it was like a real life-or-death battle.

"Go!" Longya shouted in a low voice.

All four attacked at the same time!

Fast! Too fast!

The trainees' eyes couldn't keep up. They only saw figures flashing by, and the sound of fists and feet clashing was as dense as raindrops. Dragon Fang threw a punch straight at his face, but Lin Zhe dodged it by tilting his head, simultaneously blocking Dragon Claw's side kick; Dragon Shadow attacked from behind, but Lin Zhe seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, kicking back to force his opponent back; Dragon Thorn's elbow strike was already at his ribs, but Lin Zhe took it head-on, simultaneously grabbing his opponent's wrist with his other hand...

This wasn't a performance; it was real combat. Every move was a killing blow, every strike aimed straight for vital organs. Elbows to the temples, knees to the chest, hand chops to the neck... If the trainees didn't know they were comrades, they would have thought it was a life-or-death battle between mortal enemies.

"My God..." Zhao Ming muttered, "If it were me, I would have died in the first move."

Li Wei, standing nearby, swallowed hard. "Colonel Lin used to fight us... he didn't even use his full strength."

Gao Cheng was also stunned. He knew Lin Zhe was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong. He was fighting four experts of the same level by himself, and not only did he not lose, but he became stronger as the fight went on.

On the field, Lin Zhe's movements were concise and efficient, without any unnecessary frills. Blocking, counterattacking, dodging, and counterattacking again... like a precise fighting machine.

The four members of Longya worked together seamlessly, combining offense and defense. But Lin Zhe always managed to find an opening and defuse the crisis. Sometimes, just when it seemed like they were about to be hit, he would miraculously dodge with a twist.

After five minutes of fighting, all five of them were covered in sweat, but no one stopped.

"Stop!" Longya suddenly jumped back, waving his hand. "I'm not fighting anymore, you're a monster."

The other three also stopped, panting heavily. Dragon Claw rubbed his numb arm: "Damn, your Hunyuan Kung Fu has improved again, hasn't it?"

Lin Zhe exhaled a breath of stale air and smiled, "Not bad."

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause. The trainees' eyes lit up, looking at the five as if they were gods.

These are the true strongmen! These are the goals they should strive to achieve!

Lin Zhe looked at Gao Cheng: "Continue training."

Then he said to the four members of the Dragon Fang Clan: "Let's go, we'll talk in the office."

The five left the training ground, leaving behind a group of students who were still in shock.

"Captain..." Old Wei leaned closer to Gao Cheng, "Those four...are they...too?"

Gao Cheng nodded, taking a deep breath: "Definitely. Only that unit could train such a monster."

He turned to the students who were still in a daze: "You all saw that? That's the height you might reach in the future! What are you all standing there for? Start practicing!"

"Yes!" the trainees roared in unison, their enthusiasm for training instantly surging.

In the office, Lin Zhe changed into clean clothes and poured water for the four of them.

Longya downed more than half a glass in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "You're something else. We're all working ourselves to the bone over there, and you're acting like a king here."

Lin Zhe sat down and smiled: "The training method is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Dragon Claw frowned. "We're also following the training syllabus, and the intensity is no less than yours."

"It's not a matter of intensity, it's a matter of method," Lin Zhe said. "You are training highly educated student soldiers, not ordinary recruits. With these people, you can't just rely on pressure, you have to guide them."

"lead?"

"That's right." Lin Zhe picked up the training plan on the table. "These student soldiers are arrogant and think they understand theory and technology. They look down on traditional training methods. The more you pressure them, the more they will resist."

He opened his plan: "My method is—first, to overwhelm them with strength and make them submit. Second, to set clear goals for them, which are the records I display on the training field. Third, the theoretical lessons are not rote memorization, but rather based on practical experience, so they understand that what they learn is useful."

Long Ying pushed up his glasses: "Tell me more."

Lin Zhe explained in detail his training system—how to balance physical fitness and theory, how to use scientific methods to improve training efficiency, and how to motivate trainees.

The four members of Longya listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

"And there's the most crucial point," Lin Zhe said, "logistical support. These student soldiers aren't as physically strong as the veterans, and the training intensity is high, so they must have the best nutrition, medical care, and psychological support. Otherwise, they'll be ruined, and it will be a net loss."

Longci smiled wryly: "The military region supports us over there, but not in as much detail as you've thought."

"So coordination is necessary," Lin Zhe said. "We need to ask the military region for resources, experts, and equipment. This isn't about saving face; it's a mission requirement."

The four of them remained silent for a while.

Longya sighed, "Damn it, we both came from the 'Hidden Dragon' sect, how come there's such a big difference?"

"Everyone has their own expertise," Lin Zhe smiled. "You guys are good at executing missions, I'm good at summarizing experiences. We complement each other."

"Alright, stop being modest." Dragon Claw stood up. "Give us a copy of your training plan, and we'll modify it accordingly when we get back."

Lin Zhe took out four USB drives from the drawer: "They were prepared a long time ago."

"You little brat..." Longya took the USB drive, shook his head and laughed, "Alright, I owe you a drink. We'll have a good drink together after this mission is over."

"no problem."

After seeing the four off, Lin Zhe stood by the office window, watching the trainees sweating profusely on the training field.

He knew that after Longya and his men returned, the development of special forces in the other four military regions would get back on track.

What he needs to do is to sharpen the sword in front of him even more.

A year later, when this force is fully formed, it will be the day when China's special operations forces are completely transformed.

At that time, any enemy who dares to provoke the Dragon Kingdom will have to think twice about whether they can withstand the sharpness of this sword.

Outside the window, the shouts from the training field were deafening.

The path of sword forging continues.