Tycoon War God-Chapter 660: All of You, Attack Together!

"Monkey, the Wolf Slayer Camp is yours to handle. Any problems?"

Deep in the mountains, the foliage was rampant and a thick fog was rising, severely affecting both visibility and one’s senses. Members of the Divine Machine Camp lay prone in the undergrowth, carrying no weapons or high-tech equipment, prepared to fight with nothing but their own physical strength.

"Leave it to me. They’re just a bunch of defeated foes. I’ll finish them in minutes!" Monkey licked his lips, his face filled with a frenzied fighting spirit.

"Good. I’m giving you twenty men so you can make quick work of it and reinforce the others," Jiaolong urged in a deep voice.

"Don’t worry, twenty men are more than enough!" Monkey was extremely confident.

They had previously traveled to Yue Province and crippled the Wolf Slayer Camp. There was no way the Wolf Slayer Camp could have recovered their strength in just a few days. Meanwhile, after their recent training, it was no problem for a single member of the Divine Machine Camp to take on five opponents at once. Monkey was sure he could end the battle within minutes.

Jiaolong turned to Ma Biao. "I’m giving you twenty-five men. The Blood Fiend Camp is yours!"

"Roger that!" Ma Biao nodded. Although the Blood Fiend Camp was a formidable unit, he was confident.

"Remember, finish it fast and come provide support!" Jiaolong said.

Ma Biao acknowledged the order and swiftly departed with his men.

"Leng Feng, you take your men and deal with the Army Blade Camp!"

The Army Blade Camp was a unit from the Shenyang Military Region. Though they were strong, with Leng Feng present, they were no more than lambs to the slaughter.

"Got it!" Through his training, Leng Feng’s demeanor had become even more composed, and his strength had reached a terrifying level.

"As for the War Dragon Camp..." Jiaolong hesitated.

The War Dragon Camp was a powerful force from the Capital Garrison Heavy Land, and every one of its members possessed formidable combat strength.

"I’ll go," Shi Potian volunteered.

"No!" Jiaolong refused. "You’re a captain; you need to oversee the bigger picture."

Shi Potian shook his head. "You are the true captain of the Divine Machine Camp. In terms of leadership and strategic vision, I’m no match for you. Besides, the forces of the War Dragon Camp are no simple matter."

"Alright!" Jiaolong understood this and didn’t insist. Right now, formulating a plan quickly was the only way to buy more time.

Shi Potian turned to leave.

"Wait!" Jiaolong called out to him. "Are you planning to go alone?"

Shi Potian glanced back. "What else?"

With that, he instantly vanished into the dense foliage.

"This guy," Jiaolong muttered, somewhat speechless. Taking on an entire unit by himself—one had to admit, Shi Potian was incredibly bold. But were those men from the War Dragon Camp people that one person could handle?

Jiaolong hesitated for a moment before ordering, "A few of you, follow him." He instructed, "I don’t expect you to defeat the War Dragon Camp, just tie them down. Once Monkey and Ma Biao have finished their battles, they will come to support you."

"Yes!" The five soldiers nodded and quickly raced after Shi Potian.

"Leopard, the Mad Battle Camp is yours!" Jiaolong commanded. "I’m giving you ten minutes at most to finish the fight, then go support Captain Shi Potian! Do you hear me?!"

Facing Jiaolong’s solemn tone, Leopard replied, "I guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

In the blink of an eye, Leopard led his men away.

After all five teams had disappeared into the jungle, Jiaolong licked his lips, his eyes blazing with fervor. "Brothers, all that’s left is the Jiaolong Camp from Sichuan-Shu. Are you confident?"

Instructor Lin had told them that among the major military regions, the War Dragon Camp and the Jiaolong Camp were the strongest. The instructor of the Jiaolong Camp, in particular, was a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The troops he trained would certainly be extraordinary.

"What’s there to be afraid of? Let’s just do it!" someone growled in a low voice.

"That’s right! So what if he’s a Martial Arts Grandmaster? Teacher Lin is way stronger than any Martial Arts Grandmaster!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Hearing this, Jiaolong burst into hearty laughter. "Well said! Let’s just get it done!"

"Remember, don’t disgrace Teacher Lin!" Jiaolong waved his arm. "Move out!"

At his command, the remaining teams quickly vanished into the jungle.

「...」

On the viewing platform of the training grounds, a large screen displayed seven differently colored dots of light, representing the seven teams. The dot for the Divine Machine Camp had already split into six, each speeding off in a different direction.

They were breaking up their unit to annihilate the teams from the other six military regions simultaneously.

Such dominance!

Such arrogance!

"Old Kong, you’re really playing for high stakes here," Lu Shangfeng said, squinting as he stared intently at the screen.

Cold sweat was trickling down Kong Lin’s face. He knew that when Lin Mu said he had things under control, it would be nothing simple. But he had never imagined Lin Mu would dare to make such a gamble.

One against six!

How can you possibly win that? Even if the Divine Machine Camp is strong, the troops from the other military regions are no pushovers.

"I never thought the head instructor of the esteemed Divine Machine Camp would be so ignorant of tactics. A move like this is bound to lead to problems," a lean, dark-skinned man from the Yue Province Military Region’s side sneered, his eyes filled with ridicule.

This man was Ruan Shan, an expert invited by Lu Kai. His own strength had reached the Internal Energy Peak, and he hailed from a mysterious martial sect.

"What, you disagree?" Lin Mu glanced at Ruan Shan. "If you’re not convinced, we can have a match first."

Ruan Shan’s expression soured. He snorted coldly, "The competition rules state that instructors cannot participate. Otherwise, I could take out your Divine Machine Camp in minutes!"

"Is that so?" Lin Mu took a step forward. "Then cut the nonsense. Beat me first, and then we’ll talk."

The others were stunned by Lin Mu’s words. Why is the Divine Machine Camp’s head instructor so hot-tempered? He actually wants to fight the instructors from the other military regions? What is he thinking?

"You really think I’m afraid?" Ruan Shan was also annoyed at being singled out by Lin Mu. He cracked his neck and said, "Since you’re insisting on a match, I’ll oblige you."

"Ruan—" Lu Kai started to speak, but Ruan Shan had already charged, throwing a punch at Lin Mu.

BANG!

In the blink of an eye, a figure was sent flying backward, crashing hard onto the ground. It was Ruan Shan, one of his arms now hanging limp.

"This is your strength? Pathetically weak," Lin Mu said, shaking his head with an expression of pure disdain.

"You..." Ruan Shan tried to speak but instead coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes betraying a deep shock. He was a successor of the Splitting Palm technique, yet he couldn’t even withstand a single blow from Lin Mu.

"Instructor Lin, what impressive skill," a voice rang out. From the Lanzhou contingent, a burly man stood up, his face filled with an intense desire to fight.

"I wonder if Instructor Lin is interested in exchanging a few moves?" the man said with a smile. "Don’t worry, the competition has already started. Winning or losing is up to those kids now. As instructors, we can’t just stand by idly, can we?"

Lin Mu nodded slightly. "Alright."

The man’s face lit up, but before he could speak, Lin Mu continued, "But you alone are no match for me."

Lin Mu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down on the representatives from the major military regions with utter contempt.

"How about this? All of you come at me together."