The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 341 - 331: Northwest Martial Arts Squad, Follow Me!

"I don't accept this!"

"I don't accept it!"

"Nor do I!"

Nearly every boy had spoken up. However, the silence from the majority of the girls was a statement in itself.

Wang Qiang was finished. If it were merely a sudden scare that had caused them to fall, that might have been forgivable. But his aggressive posturing and harsh intimidation had made these freshmen utterly detest him. With the current situation compounded by the top student's stance, they didn't even need to think twice.

"Alright, Wang Qiang, head back," the captain said, sighing and shaking his head. "Your role as an instructor ends here. Go prepare a report for me; I'll submit it to the higher-ups."

"Captain!" Wang Qiang screamed hysterically.

"You reap what you sow. Go back!" the captain said. He then turned to Qin Fan and the other freshmen. "I will arrange a new instructor for you all!"

Then, he shouted, "Zhong Dasheng!"

"Captain, present! Your orders?" An instructor who had followed him earlier quickly stepped forward, saluted, and responded.

"From now on, you are in charge of these students' military training!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Mmm," the captain hummed faintly, then turned and walked away.

Looking at the dazed Wang Qiang, Zhong Dasheng patted his shoulder and said, "Take care."

They and the other instructors had witnessed Wang Qiang's style and methods before and had often advised him to tone it down. But Wang Qiang never listened, always doing things his way. They had long anticipated this outcome, just not that it would come so suddenly.

Ignoring Zhong Dasheng's words, Wang Qiang shuddered violently. He cast a resentful glance at Qin Fan, then sprinted after the captain.

Sighing and shaking his head in pity, Zhong Dasheng turned back to the students, his expression hardening as he shouted, "Everyone! Form up!"

SHUFFLE, SHUFFLE, SHUFFLE.

The forty-odd students, each with their own thoughts, shuffled into formation.

"At ease!"

"Attention!"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Zhong Dasheng, and from now on, I am your instructor. Training you for a month is my duty, and undergoing this training is your obligation. I won't say much about what happened earlier. We will now begin the first lesson: the standing military posture. Everyone, chests out! Stand up straight!" Zhong Dasheng shouted in a stern, expressionless voice.

It seemed the incident with Wang Qiang hadn't put much pressure on him. If anything, it served as a warning: he couldn't afford to be the slightest bit lax with this group of troublemakers.

"Chests out!"

"Heads up! Eyes forward, parallel to the ground!"

"Backs, straighten them up!"

Walking among the lines of freshmen, Zhong Dasheng continually used his hands to correct their postures.

He stopped when he reached Qin Fan. Sensing the aura Qin Fan gave off, he asked doubtfully, "Have you had contact with the military before?"

"The Northwest Combat Squad," Qin Fan said flippantly, tilting his head. "They train under me."

"What did you say? Then—then why are you here?" Zhong Dasheng's eyes widened as he exclaimed in disbelief.

He had heard that the Northwest Combat Elite Team, a perennial last-place finisher, had hired some kid to be their instructor. He and the other soldiers who heard the news had been baffled for a long time, all wondering what kind of prodigy this youth could be. He never imagined that person would be one of the freshmen undergoing military training under him! Has he gone mad? If this is true, do I even dare to be his instructor? If this is true, this guy must be seriously bored out of his mind!

"As you said, it's an obligation. Heh heh," Qin Fan said with a laugh, breezily brushing the topic aside.

"Wang Qiang's downfall was destined. He had it coming," Zhong Dasheng finally muttered after a moment of silence. The way he looked at Qin Fan had completely changed. There was admiration, respect, and even awe.

Although the Northwest Military Region was still widely expected to finish last in this year's Martial Arts Tournament, for a teenager to join that team and lead a group of elite soldiers... that alone was proof of how extraordinary he was.

By comparison, he, Zhong Dasheng, was trash. No, he wasn't even worthy of being called trash!

"Just do what you have to do. No need to put too much pressure on yourself. Just go with the flow," Qin Fan said.

"Thanks for understanding," Zhong Dasheng sighed in relief.

"Don't let everyone know," Qin Fan added.

"You don't have to tell me. I understand," Zhong Dasheng replied.

The freshmen near Qin Fan who overheard their hushed conversation were completely baffled.

What did that mean? What on earth were they talking about? All that back and forth… was it some kind of code?

These freshmen had no idea that because of this brief exchange, they would be spared a great deal of suffering over the next month. After all, having learned Qin Fan's identity, how could a mere campus military training instructor—one who had only heard the news by chance—dare to cause any trouble?

Not causing trouble was one thing, but he still upheld the basic standards of the training.

After their brief exchange, he began to walk the lines again, correcting the freshmen's stances one by one.

Under the scorching sun, the heat was blistering.

In less than half an hour, everyone except for Qin Fan and Yao Jianjia was soaked through with sweat. Their foreheads were covered with dense, large beads of perspiration.

Their backs ached. Their legs felt weak.

For these freshmen, who had previously spent all their time buried in their studies, this half-hour was already pure agony.

"Instructor, how much longer do we have to stand?" a student whose legs were trembling uncontrollably couldn't help but ask.

"Can't take it anymore?" Zhong Dasheng asked with a slight smirk.

Heeding Qin Fan's words, Zhong Dasheng had no intention of deliberately tormenting them, but that didn't mean he would go easy on their basic training.

When many students grunted in affirmation, he laughed. "This is just like building up a tolerance for alcohol. If you want to be able to drink more, you have to get drunk first—the drunker, the better, and the more often, the better! The fact that you can't take it anymore means you're reaching your limit. And when you reach your limit, you have to push through it! Keep going!"

After speaking, Zhong Dasheng walked back into the ranks for another round of corrections.

Qin Fan merely smiled, unfazed. At the same time, he began to observe Jiang Yino's condition.

No major issues. She's strong enough to endure.

Given the circumstances, he chose to accept Zhong Dasheng's approach with tacit approval.

Another hour passed.

The freshmen's postures had completely lost their form. The legs of more than half of them were trembling violently beyond their control. Their mouths were parched, and it was clear their physical energy had reached its breaking point.

Only then did Zhong Dasheng glance at his watch before saying, "Alright, dismissed! Lunch is in fifteen minutes. Go and get ready!"