My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

"General Wu, I apologize for the offense."

Zhang Yuan let out a long roar and launched the first attack.

His footsteps echoed loudly on the arena as he pounced forward like a cheetah.

His right fist, brimming with surging blood and energy, slammed straight into Wu Daokun's chest.

"call!"

The punch was fierce, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart.

Wu Daokun remained calm and easily dodged the heavy punch by shifting his body to the side.

The force of the punch grazed his armor, creating a gust of wind.

He raised his hand in the same direction, blocked with his left arm, and then struck Li Shizhang's ribs with his right fist in a cone shape.

This is a practical and effective tactic he developed after years of fighting on the border battlefields. It has no fancy tricks, only practical results.

Zhang Yuan quickly withdrew his fist to defend, crossing his arms to block.

"Bang!"

After a tentative exchange, both men retreated several steps, their blood surging.

"Haha, let's do it again."

The two men burst into laughter, feeling the satisfaction of having met their match, and began to fight again.

In an instant, fists flew across the arena, and powerful gusts of wind swept through the air.

Li Xuancang was also observing the two locked in fierce combat, and nodded slightly, acknowledging their strength.

Zhang Yuan launched a swift and aggressive offensive, each move aimed at striking with deadly force, attempting to end the battle quickly with explosive power.

Wu Daokun remained as steady as Mount Tai, employing a balanced approach to offense and defense. Relying on his deeper foundation of vital energy and battlefield experience, he remained calm and composed, using defense as a means of offense to dismantle all of the opponent's attacks.

Every punch and every block he made precisely avoided the opponent's strength and struck at the weak points, a fighting style that was entirely for survival and victory on the battlefield.

"Good, well played."

The crowd below the ring watched intently, filled with excitement.

Liu Qingyun then beckoned to one of his personal guards and asked in a low voice, "Is everything ready?"

The guard replied in a low voice, "Don't worry, sir, everything is ready. Our men will wear down the others and do everything they can to help the guards win."

Liu Qingyun nodded slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips as he looked at Li Xuancang.

It won't be easy for Li Xuancang to successfully take command of over a thousand elite troops.

Cao Hua harbored resentment after being rejected by Li Xuancang, and secretly approached Liu Qingyun, with whom he reached a cooperation agreement.

Liu Qingyun fully assisted his confidant Wei Hu in seizing the position of battalion commander, and Wei Hu promised to fully support Liu Qingyun in the future. The two hit it off immediately.

On the arena, two figures fought back and forth.

After dozens of rounds, Zhang Yuan's breathing became increasingly disordered, his stamina was rapidly depleted, his fierce attacks gradually weakened, and he revealed more and more openings.

A glint flashed in Wu Daokun's eyes; he knew the time for decisive victory had arrived.

He deliberately created an opening, turning to the side to expose an opening in his shoulder, luring Zhang Yuan to throw a full-force punch.

As expected, Zhang Yuan fell for the trap. He poured all his energy into a punch aimed at Wu Daokun's shoulder, intending to decide the outcome in one move.

Just as the fist was about to strike, Wu Daokun's body suddenly sank, and his late-stage Bone Breaking Realm blood and qi erupted.

"Click, click click click..."

The bones in his body emitted a slight popping sound, and his muscles were taut as iron.

He suddenly turned to the side, grabbed Zhang Yuan's wrist tightly with one hand, and pulled and twisted it to completely dissipate the force of the opponent's punch.

Before Zhang Yuan could react, Wu Daokun gathered strength in his right arm, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and concentrated all his power into his right fist, unleashing a powerful and unparalleled Mountain-Crushing Fist that slammed heavily into Zhang Yuan's lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, and blood and qi surged.

Zhang Yuan's expression changed drastically. He felt a tremendous force strike him, causing his blood and qi to surge, leaving him powerless to resist.

His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was blasted out of the arena and crashed heavily to the ground.

After struggling several times, he barely managed to stand up and could only fold his hands in surrender.

"General Wu's strength is astonishing; I am utterly convinced of my defeat."

Having been fairly defeated by Wu Daokun, Zhang Yuanqian cleanly and decisively conceded defeat.

The entire stadium was deathly silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers and applause.

"Wu Baijiang has won!"

"What a brilliant move, a strategic retreat to advance! Absolutely brilliant!"

"In terms of practical combat experience, Wu Baijiang is still superior."

"..."

Wu Daokun stood in the center of the arena, panting heavily. Zhang Yuan was a formidable opponent, and defeating him would not be easy.

"General Wu, please enlighten me."

Just then, Han Yunlong, one of Liu Qingyun's hundred generals, stepped into the center of the arena, intending to take the opportunity to challenge Wu Daokun.

"General Wu has just fought a major battle; this is unfair."

"Han Baijiang actually tried to take advantage of the situation; he's truly despicable."

"This doesn't demonstrate who is stronger or weaker at all."

"..."

Upon seeing this, the soldiers below the arena protested loudly.

This method is very unfair; those who go first are at a great disadvantage, and it fails to win the soldiers' respect.

"Quiet!"

Just as the crowd was filled with indignation, Li Xuancang gave a deep shout, instantly silencing all the noise, and the entire place fell silent.

Li Xuancang turned to look at the arena and said, "General Wu has just finished a battle and can rest for an hour. The others should decide their victories first."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers were overjoyed, but Liu Qingyun, Wei Hu, and the others looked extremely grim. Li Xuancang's actions had thwarted their plans.

"Lord Li, isn't this a waste of time? We can't decide a winner in such a short time."

Liu Qingyun approached Li Xuancang, trying to persuade him to change his mind.

A fierce glint flashed in Li Xuancang's eyes, and a sense of oppression surged toward Liu Qingyun.

"What? Is Liu Ying always telling me how to do things?"

Facing Li Xuancang's oppressive presence, Liu Qingyun trembled with fear, cold sweat already beading on his forehead.

"Damn, how can he be so terrifying?"

Liu Qingyun was deeply shocked. Facing Li Xuancang was like facing a terrifying monster, making him unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

He couldn't understand why there was such a huge difference between people who were both at the Blood Condensation Realm.

"This humble servant dares not."

Liu Qingyun quickly backed down, not daring to confront Li Xuancang directly.

"Since you dare not, then step back!"

Li Xuancang waved his hand gently, and Liu Qingyun could only retreat dejectedly.

On the arena, a dozen or so generals looked at each other, and for a moment no one stepped to the center of the arena.

Li Xuancang's majestic voice rang out.

"What? You're hesitating to make a move? Are you giving up on the fight for the battalion commander position?"

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so men trembled, especially Wei Hu and Liu Qingyun's hundred generals, whose expressions became tense.

"I'll do it."

A hundred generals stepped into the center of the arena, challenging everyone to a duel.

Under Li Xuancang's pressure, the crowd began to make their move.

Time passed, and several hours later, only Wu Daokun and Wei Hu remained on the arena.

Being chosen by Cao Hua shows that Wei Hu's strength is not to be underestimated; he is a formidable rival to Wu Daokun.

The two fought fiercely on the ring, captivating the audience below.

"Bang!"

With Wu Daokun's punch landing, Wei Hu was knocked to the ground, bringing the ring battle to a complete end.

"He won! Wu Baijiang won!"

"Hahaha, General Wu has overwhelmed all the heroes, we are truly convinced."

"Wu Baijiang will become the new battalion commander."

"..."

Wu Daokun won, and many soldiers cheered, believing that he was the popular choice.

On the platform, Li Xuancang slowly rose and walked onto the arena.

His eyes were full of approval as he announced it loudly.

"General Wu is exceptionally skilled in combat, deeply understands the art of war, and is calm and composed. He has won first place in this competition! Effective immediately, he is officially promoted to battalion commander, in charge of the battalion's training, discipline inspection, and command of all units under his command."

Nangong Zhan handed the token symbolizing the battalion commander to Wu Daokun.

Wu Daokun was extremely excited, knelt on one knee, and spoke with a strong and clear voice.

"This humble general is grateful for your promotion, sir. I will certainly do my duty, train the soldiers, strictly abide by military orders, follow you to the death, and never fail your high expectations."

Wu Daokun immediately pledged his loyalty to Li Xuancang and thanked him for giving him this opportunity.

Get up!

Li Xuancang personally helped Wu Daokun up, which made him feel flattered.

After the competition ended, the crowd gradually dispersed, all discussing Wu Daokun's appointment as battalion commander.

"Let's go."

Liu Qingyun gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until they turned white, and led his men away in anger.

A major competition completely ignited the morale of the entire army.

Fair competitions and meritocracy further enhanced Li Xuancang's prestige in the army, and the cohesion of the entire military camp was gradually building.