Cosmic-Level Demon God

"It's hard to say. I had Hai La check Qin Shi's battle record, and he basically hasn't lost."

Jiang Shijie pondered, his tone elusive:

"Since he can claim first place in Heng Province, it shows that his talent is not only high, but his actual combat ability must be strong. Plus, he has a record of breaking through the specialized barrier, and his opponent was Zhou Yuanchen from the Central City Education Department."

Wu Yong sat on the ground. He lost a rock-paper-scissors game with Lin Xiong, so he had to sleep on the floor.

The three men huddled in a guesthouse room, making it hard to believe they were vanguards of the Seventh Battle Group's Wind Scythe Sequence Army.

"At that time, Zhou Yuanchen had just stepped into the specialized domain and hadn't formed his domain yet. Old Jiang, you're different, you're about to fully condense and refine your traits.

Anyway, I don't believe that the vanguard from our Seventh Battle Group can't even handle a high school student. That's

nonsense... Speaking of which, can't we switch to a better hotel? This room is as small as a can, it's hard to even turn around."

Wu Yong complained.

"The budget for travel is limited."

Jiang Shijie shrugged, he was the best-off among the three of them and was used to staying in guesthouses.

"The three of us pooled together, we almost have a hundred thousand. Old Li sacrificed himself, and his family has a sister with no one to take care of her, who still needs to go to university..."

Wu Yong zipped his lips; their team initially had six people.

In the battle during the encirclement for the Great Expedition, two were sacrificed, and one retired seriously injured.

This is a norm within the battle group.

The Great Expedition, which has lasted several millennia, is unimaginably intense, and naturally, the casualty rate remains high.

Later, a rule was passed down.

Any battle group soldier summoned will have his service years and personal merits considered.

The collars of their military uniforms will bear gold, silver, and copper buttons.

Any warrior who earns more than five silver buttons

can be considered a battle-hardened elite who crawled out of hell.

If someone gets three gold buttons, they are practically a superhuman iron man.

Even the generals at headquarters would show them respect.

The Great Expedition forged the affluent martial virtue and iron-blooded military spirit of New Dongxia.

Not to be shaken by anyone.

Incorporated into any battle group, to gain true respect, the halo brought by family background or the reputation provided by prestigious schools can't compare to solid battle achievements!

"Old Lin, you're just the right person to explore the depths. I always felt that young man is quite mysterious; he's traversed two paths, and neither his spiritual cultivation nor his mortal body physique has been neglected."

Wu Yong placed his hands behind his head and encouraged Lin Xiong:

"If the three of us fail miserably and return to the sequence army, who knows how we'll be laughed at. Old Jiang must preserve our, and the Seventh Battle Group's, dignity."

Lin Xiong seemed encouraged, sitting up from the creaking wooden bed, putting on his shoes to go out.

But as soon as he lifted his butt, Wu Yong, lying on the floor, rolled onto the bed, speaking leisurely:

"Hurry up and come back, and take it easy, don't injure the guy. That Grandmaster from Nanhuang Daoist School, ranking within the top fifteen of the Galaxy Power Rankings, is terrifying."

Glaring at Wu Yong lying on his bed, Lin Xiong raised his fist threateningly:

"If you dare to sleep without your pants, I'll crush you!"

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Lin Xiong sat in the Hanhai Conqueror, driven by a pretty woman.

He sat upright, not saying much, as the strict military discipline of the Seventh Battle Group left little room for roughnecks.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Nanhuang Daoist School, Lin Xiong got out of the car and strode towards the entrance, coincidentally encountering an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

The man was of medium build, with bronze-colored skin and short-cropped hair sprinkled with a few strands of gray.

Lin Xiong took an extra look at him, not knowing why a chill surged from his spine.

Transforming from a mighty gorilla captain to a bristled cat in an instant.

"Which battle group are you from?"

Old Liang glanced up and asked.

"Seventh Battle Group, Wind Scythe Sequence Army!"

Lin Xiong instinctively clicked his heels together, with his toes naturally spreading apart, as if responding to a superior's inquiry.

"A third-level warrior, not bad. Who are you looking for?"

Old Liang inquired further.

"Uh... I'm here to spar with Qin, the student."

Lin Xiong was equally puzzled as to why his presence inexplicably diminished.

"Go on, go on. The solo strength of the Seventh Battle Group... well, okay, enough."

Old Liang looked at Lin Xiong's hefty frame and decided to retract the "standard goods" comment.

He had a few old acquaintances in the Seventh Battle Group, so he needed to give them some face.

"By the way, is Zhao Han still in the Seventh Battle Group headquarters?"

Old Liang asked again.

"Commander Zhao retired last year, due to an old injury flaring up; he's in Hai Province for healing."

Lin Xiong felt even more perplexed.

What is this uncle's background?

He actually knows Commander Zhao, who is known as the 'Cannon God' of the Seventh Battle Group?

"It's about time to retire and enjoy some peace."

Old Liang felt a sense of loss, estimating that the familiar faces he knew back then had all retired one by one.

He waved his hand and walked out of Nanhuang Daoist School.

The single combat technique he just taught Little Qin—he wondered if it could actually be used.

"The Tai'an Metropolitan Area really is full of hidden talents."

Lin Xiong didn't expect that just stepping out would lead him to encounter a man who seemed like a veteran from the Battle Group.

As the little incident ended, Xuan Ming led him to the training room.

That metal room, which was as large as half a football field, held Qin Shi in training clothes. Having gone through countless death experiences, his eyes carried a murderous aura towards anyone he looked at.

"This kid's edge is really sharp!"

Lin Xiong's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but grin and said,

"That's what makes it interesting!"

He clashed his left fist against his right palm heavily and asked,

"How do you want to train?"

Qin Shi loosened his mortal body, each piece of muscle gradually activating, making his training clothes ripple with waves, and the popping of his joints was exceptionally clear.

"You're going to regret this! You little brat!"

Lin Xiong stomped his foot, unlike the Martial Arts Path where you posture to gather strength.

He directly lunged, causing the exceedingly solid metal floor to quake violently, like an artillery shell hammering down!

From the New Martial Sect, Military Martial Arts Stream, Heavy Cannon Step!

Like the burly figure of a giant gorilla, he launched forward like a cannonball!

The entirety of him, as if a solid iron pill shot out of a cannon barrel, created intense air pressure!

His five fingers clenched tightly into a fist, muscles rapidly expanded under terrifying force, tearing and stretching his taut sleeve!

"I'm going to smash you!"

Lin Xiong, being such an elite warrior, had no concept of martial virtue.

In a fight, whoever can still stand at the end is the winner!

"I've seen this kind of opening move sixteen times."

Qin Shi's hair flew wildly, his mortal body instinctively operated the Cultivation Furnace, with boiling breaths swirling and surging, as if a mighty force tugged at him, allowing him to sidestep out.

Bang!

The air currents exploded with a roar, resembling two waves shooting forth!

"Junior Brother Qin's progress is terrifyingly fast."

Ren You watched from a corner outside the arena, observing the constantly flashing blurred afterimages.

As if two constantly accelerating lines pursued and collided with each other.

Bam bam bam bam bam bam——

Qin Shi and Lin Xiong performed the purest hand-to-hand combat, using no flashy moves, exchanging blows with fists, knees, and elbows.

It was as if two ultimate weapons showcasing their destructive power with every possible method!

Amidst this rapid entanglement and confrontation, Qin Shi's breathing remained steady.

The mortal body's hundreds of bones steamed with potent heat, the wide training clothes drawing out white phantoms, trying to suppress the frenzied assault of Lin Xiong.

"His domain is...countershock?"

In less than two minutes, Qin Shi and Lin Xiong faced off hundreds of times, the entire room filled with intense sounds.

As time passed, he gradually found the speed at which his body digested and transformed Lin Xiong's power was slowing down.

Every exertion of the mortal body made muscles and bones tremble and vibrate, like large chunks of steel ringing from being struck.

"My punches have slowed, and my movement too..."

Qin Shi felt his limbs being pulled apart, shredded, gradually unable to maintain cohesion.

"The Specialized Level domain is really tough to deal with!"

Throughout the Combat Retrospect, whenever Lin Xiong and Jiang Shijie deployed their Specialized Level domains, Qin Shi regrettably lost.

"Tanks with counter armor are indeed troublesome!"

Qin Shi took a deep breath, the Cultivation Furnace roared, with the scorching white smoke drifting like silk threads, quietly dissipating.

He stamped his feet fiercely, the metal ground rumbling, the atmosphere like a tsunami!

"A breakthrough method thought of after dying more than a dozen times! Let's see how it works!"

Qin Shi's right palm clenched into a fist's eye, absorbing the Heart Stance of Wind and Fire, seemingly holding up a blazing sun, striking towards Lin Xiong who relied on the 'Pure Steel Whale Armor' to withstand any attack head-on.

The latter was initially indifferent, poised to meet the attack head-on, confident that his Specialized Level domain could not be broken by Qin Shi's bare hands.

But as that punch was about to land, Lin Xiong's expression drastically changed!

"How can it be!"

He hastily wrapped his arms around his head, protecting his face, his burly body curled up in defense.

Boom!

The four Great Limits within Qin Shi were pushed to their limits, muscles, bones, and skin worked together, inhaling Lin Xiong's countershock force in one go.

It was like throwing explosives into the Cultivation Furnace, buzzing to the point of shattering all bones.

Yet, in that split second, he operated the Hundred Forms Refining Stance, seizing that power!

Using the punch's eye, he suddenly struck out!