The Favored Son of Heaven

“Right now I am going to count down from ten. As soon as I finish counting down, that is when your life of hell will begin.” Satan lightly stuck up a finger and said, “Ten…”

“Nine…”

“Eight…”

“Seven…”

Satan’s voice was very flat and relaxed, but when the recruits heard his voice, it sounded like an enormous war drum of ancient times. It shook them to their cores.

Ten seconds. It was an extremely short ten seconds.

From the perspective of these recruits. It was as if these ten seconds were as endless as a century.

When the final digit was spoken, there were finally two recruits of the defeated group who jumped forth. Of them, one of them was shockingly the recruit who had been sent flying by a kick from the female soldier.

His forehead was full of sweat, and his hand still covered the spot where he was kicked. Clearly, the kick had not just simply sent him flying: it had truly injured his body.

With such an injured body, there will be many problems for him to complete even ordinary recruit training, let alone complete this unknown and terrifying training.

Satan cracked his lips into a satisfied smile. “Excellent! Self-elimination. I love this kind of trash the most! For the sake of giving them a reward, I will call over the best helicopter there is and take them safely out from this place. As for the rest of you trash who don’t leave…”

Satan’s eyes throbbed with a malevolent and vicious glow. “For the latter ones who can’t take it anymore and want to leave, I will give them a log! That is the tool for them to leave this place! Therefore, right now this is your last chance for an easy departure. Properly seize it.”

Two more recruits of the defeated group walked out, their heads hung in a very dispirited manner. Using a log as a means of transportation was tantamount to sending them to be fed to the sharks. Rather than being likely to die in that way, they decided that it was better to leave comfortably.

Qin Fen gently shook his head. These recruits lacked even the most basic of dedication and valor. Such people would never become truly powerful, even if they were given the best martial art, equipment, and environment.

This subtle movement of Qin Fen’s didn’t escape Satan’s eyes. The pitch-black teaching rod in Satan’s hand was suddenly lifted, the sheer action causing a wave of wind that blasted toward Qin Fen. “Crafty little guy, you seem to be not pleased with the display of these intelligent people.”

“Reporting to the drill instructor, sir. I am just looking at them from the perspective of a martial artist!” Under the target of a rod, Qin Fen suddenly felt the deep threats in the air. He straightened his body ramrod straight, and he used the most perfect military posture to answer, “It is impossible for people who don’t have enough courage to truly become powerful!”

Each and every one of the other recruits, who were in the middle of hesitation, had their eyes light up. At this moment, their hesitant appearances were swept clean by their resolute expressions.

Satan rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to go looking at the expressions of the other recruits to know that no one else would choose to withdraw now that Qin Fen had said these words. Those indecisive thoughts had already been completely shattered by the words “become powerful”.

“Right now, each one of you, report your names!” Satan pointed at Qin Fen. “Crafty little guy, let’s start with you.”

Qin Fen was scared of receiving punishment by Satan’s hands. He strode with the standard military step, and he stood just like a model as he loudly answered, “Reporting to the drill instructor, sir. Recruit Qin Fen is reporting for duty!”

The lips of Satan smile carried a bit of rumination. This recruit had guts, and he had sufficient caution in slippery situations.

“Next will be the one and only female in our training group.” Satan pointed his rod at the female soldier, who had the perfect appearance. “Girl, say your name.”

Bam bam!

The female soldier strode a step in a very rhythmic manner. The soles of her foot heavily stomped the ground, splashing up countless specks of mud. Her voice was ice cold and without a hint of emotion. “Recruit, Lin Ling!”

“Recruit, Du Zhanpeng!”

“Recruit, Xing Wuyi…”

The recruits quickly introduced themselves one by one.

After everyone completed their self-introduction, Satan used his pitch-black teaching rod to point at each and every single one of the recruits. He recited each of their names once.

There were nearly one hundred people in total. They only introduce themselves once, but Satan actually didn’t make a mistake at all with anybody’s name. This astonishing faculty of memory caused quite a few recruits to become stunned.

Under the attention of all sorts of gazes, Satan smiled with quite some pride. “Relax, I won’t get your names wrong. Otherwise, how can I know who to abuse to have the most fun?”

The brush in the forest shook once more at this time. A dozen or so soldiers who wore camouflage and had paint camouflage smeared on their faces quickly charged out in fighting formation and stances.

“Softies.” Satan’s smile was brimming with malicious intentions. “Have you all ever tried to run till the limits of your strength?”

Practically all of the recruits nodded their heads. As the best recruits of their respective barracks, they naturally received extra consideration from their drill instructors. Was there ever a day when they didn’t do an all-out running to train their basic strength?

“Oh really?” Satan’s drill instructor rod lightly rapped against his own palm. “What should I do now? I don’t think I quite believe you guys. I don’t think you’ve really run to the point where you exhausted all your strength.”

Ratatata…

The dozen or so soldiers wearing camouflage clothing pulled the trigger of the P308 Carbine Rifles in their hands at the same time. The complexion of the recruits immediately changed all at once. This was an extremely flexible and powerful weapon! It was designed and produced way before the Federation was founded, but much thought had been put into the environment that American soldiers would use their weapons in at the time. Quite a few of such environments were dry and blistering hot deserts, as well as tropical rain forests where the atmosphere was extremely humid. They manufactured these combat firearm specifically for use in such environments.

A very delighted smile blossomed on Satan’s face. “I want to remind you all something. The guns in these people’s hands absolutely aren’t loaded with fake empty bullets that aren’t able to kill. The person who is in last place, I ask you to be careful with your feet. Bullets are very likely to come greeting you. Y’all can start running right now. Whether you use internal arts, movement techniques, or your own strength to run, it doesn’t matter to me. You can run however you like. Just reconvene here at night, and that will be fine.”

Ratatata…

The P308 in one of the seasoned soldier’s hand fired a series of shots into the air. The branches that were struck by the bullets immediately snapped, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The recruit shot each other glances. They could see the same thing in each other’s eyes. They would split and run!

The nearly one hundred recruits faced the knowledge and experience of a dozen seasoned soldiers! There would always be someone fortunate to escape the pursuit and attacks from the seasoned soldiers in this split and run!

Satan looked at the recruits that scurried in all directions. A very pleased smile was revealed on his face. “They have some brains. It’s just that… if I, Satan can’t even predict that you all would come up with such tricks, then how can I still be called Satan? You guys shouldn’t be as naïve as to think that there are only these few pursuers in the jungle, right? Don’t you think that I would set up some traps beforehand to entertain you all?”

The dozen or so seasoned soldiers painted in camouflage all smiled. They squatted down, looking at the chaotic footprints on the ground. From there, each of them chose their own respective target of pursuit and attack. They faded into the depths of the jungle as well.

Satan dragged out a table with wheels from his room. There were four flickering screens set up on top of it with the images of quite a few recruits moving in the jungle. All of this was shown on his screens.

“Kids, the game has begun.” Satan kicked his legs up onto the computer desk. He casually opened a can of a nutritious drink. He drank and didn’t even raise his head as he said, “Qin Fen, you crafty little guy, your concealment techniques are not bad. Unfortunately, the comrade by your side isn’t strong enough in concealment. You just ran out, and now you’re coming back. Is it that you feel that I, the drill instructor, am easy to deal with?”

In the jungle, Qin Fen and Du Peng glanced at each other before secretly retreating deeper into that this of the rain forest. Since Satan had discovered their intentions, their combat plan of mounting a sneak attack and capturing the base already lost all value.

Qin Fen retreated, and Satan raised a hand to rub his large bald head. “Interesting. Really interesting! If it were any other kid just now, I might have really let him rely on his M134 Vulcan Cannon to succeed in a sneak attack.”

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In the tropical rain forest of the remote island, the gunshots of the P308, brimming with explosive power, would ring out on occasion. The recruits had been quite confident in the beginning, yet they gradually discovered that they would have to face unknown traps ahead. In addition, they had to think of methods that would throw off the pursuing soldiers behind them, who wouldn’t be thrown off no matter how much they tried.

These recruits possess some abilities in quite a few domains. However, very few people knew how to conceal their own tracks within the rain forest, to trick the pursuing seasoned soldiers.

When faced with the seasoned soldiers who were familiar with tropical rain forests, the recruits were not that different from the blind.

There were some recruits who were fully dedicated to increasing their running speed. They didn’t pay any attention to the traps beneath their feet. These people activated the mechanism of the traps. If their legs weren’t tied up and they weren’t left hanging upside down from trees, they were simply wrapped tightly by capturing nets.

When faced with being captured by these traps, the recruits felt that they could take a breather for a moment. However, the pursuing seasoned soldiers didn’t let them have a good time. The steel stocks of their guns and their thick leather boots let the recruits enjoy violent strikes denser and harder than torrential rain.

When the seasoned soldiers left, these recruits stuck in the traps had bloody noses and sore faces. They lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Just the slightest movement of their body would cause them to feel incomparable pain.

Of course, they had no other option but to stand back up and run away. This was because each seasoned soldier tossed them a few words when they left, “I will be back in half an hour. If I see that you are still here, then I will let you become a member of the death quota.”

The recruits, after being beaten up, cursed at Satan in their hearts, wishing that his butt-hole would be sealed up. At the same time, they resisted the pain they felt with their bodies, as they fled to different places.

Of course, not every single one of the seasoned soldiers had an easy and cheery time in his pursuit.

“Fuck! I’ve been played with again!”

A seasoned soldier pushed apart a bulging pile of weeds before dodging the hidden yet simple wooden arrow within. He spat a mouthful of saliva in hate and cursed. In the beginning, his mood had been a bit like that of a rainy day hitting a child. He leisurely made sport of the event. Now, his mood had turned into fury from being played with.

He was unable to get over the fact that the person he was pursuing was really a recruit. While trailing the recruit all this time, not only had he not seen even a shadow, he was nearly taken out time and time again by the simple traps that his opponent had left behind.

He really was doubtful about who the true prey was and who the true hunter was between him and this recruit.

From looking at the traps that were easily created, the seasoned soldier had a sort of strange feeling. This recruit really wasn’t taking his pursuer seriously. The traps he made were done in complete casualness. They hadn’t been made with true seriousness at all.

Simply speaking, it seemed like the recruit was playing. The recruit was playing with the seasoned soldier, who was an expert in jungle warfare.