vrcanaries Chapter 735: The training camp is in turmoil, and the collision of divine powers causes a storm
Chapter 735: The training camp is in turmoil, and the collision of divine powers causes a storm
The cafeteria smelled heavily of sweat, cheap disinfectant, and something vaguely like stew.
Lin Qiye leaned back and picked his teeth with a bone he had picked out from the "food".
He stared at Wuhen across the table, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
Come to think of it, Wuhen is really trying hard to eat this thing.
His brow was furrowed, his concentration as if he were deciphering an ancient scroll rather than cutting a piece of unknown meat.
"So,"
Lin Qiye said in a drawn-out voice, bones clattering between his teeth.
"Wuhen, are you ready to welcome tomorrow's new recruits?"
Wuhen swallowed hard, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.
"It depends. Are these new recruits any tougher to deal with than this bunch of crap?"
He pointed at his plate with his fork, on the tip of which dangled an unidentifiable object.
Lin Qiye laughed out loud, so loud that several people turned their heads.
"No, new recruits are usually more tender."
"But who knows, there might be a few tough guys in this batch."
"Ready to crack some heads, huh?" He blinked, the gleam in his eyes sharp as a sharpened blade.
Wuhen raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Break the head? Just like any other Tuesday."
He finally gave up on the unknown piece of meat and threw the fork on the plate with a clang.
"Besides,"
He added, his voice rumbling low,
"Someone needs to teach these brats how to really fight."
"Instead of standing there pretending in a brand new shiny uniform."
A strange look on his face—anger?
Or resentment?
——A flash of light flashed across Lin Qiye’s face.
It came and went quickly, and then it was replaced by that relaxed, almost nonchalant smile.
"Don't get too carried away, Wuhen. Some of these new recruits might surprise you."
"Remember that skinny little girl from last year? Quiet as a mouse, but she was a damned whirlwind with a knife?"
Wuhen snorted.
"Yeah, where is she now? Maybe she's in some little office working on some paperwork."
"People with real talent don't stay here long."
Lin Qiye tilted his head and looked at Wuhen's face with a strange look in his eyes.
"Maybe,"
He whispered,
"Maybe not."
He stood up and stretched like a lazy black panther.
"Come on, let's go check out these new arrivals. See if any of them are eager to fight."
They walked toward the training grounds, the setting sun casting long, twisted shadows on the cracked concrete.
There was an unspoken tension in the air, as if the silent promise of a violent conflict hung between the two men.
No matter who the new recruits are tomorrow, it's best to be prepared.
Because Lin Qiye and Wuhen are coming towards them, and they will not show mercy.
The night was filled with a feral energy, like a predator licking its lips in anticipation of the hunt.
The training ground, under the bright light of floodlights, awaited its sacrifice.
The training ground's floodlights were on, casting heavy shadows that danced around the crowd gathered on the field.
Lin Qiye and Wuhen crept along the edge of the field, their eyes scanning the rows of nervous recruits.
The air was thick with tension, tinged with the smell of sweat and ozone.
Suddenly, a shout pierced the night sky.
Two figures were engaged in a fierce quarrel—Lu Baoyou and Fang Mo, their faces flushed red with anger.
Lu Baoyou clenched his fists, looking like he would explode at any moment, while Fang Mo stood his ground, a glint of resistance flashing in his eyes.
The other recruits fell back, leaving plenty of space around the impending conflict.
Just as Lu Baoyou pounced forward, a pink light flashed between them.
A girl, about the same age as the other recruits, holding a bow and arrow,
Standing there calmly, a gleaming arrow was nocked on the string, pointing to the sky.
The arrow, absurdly decorated with pink hearts, radiated a strange energy.
"Enough!" Although her voice was soft, it cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife.
"If you want to fight, do it on the mat. Don't waste everyone's time on this little thing."
Lu Baoyou and Fang Mo froze, their anger visibly dissipating under the girl's determined gaze.
Somehow, that arrow adorned with a heart pattern seemed more menacing than any blade.
The tension in the air slowly dissipated, replaced by a confused silence.
A deep voice came from the shadows: "Interesting."
Ding Chongfeng, a veteran who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, his eyes reveal too many stories, and he walked out of the darkness.
He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips.
"This batch... this batch is not simple. There are so many powerful characters hidden among the newbies."
He paused, his eyes scanning the assembled recruits.
"Who knows what will happen next." Then he turned and walked away.
Lin Qiye grinned and looked at Wuhen.
"Well, it looks like things are starting to get interesting."