Reborn as the Strongest Immortal Cultivator in Modern Times

After Ye Yu and the other two finished their conversation, Yang Ying escorted her downstairs.

The overall commander of this operation was Yang Ying, who told Ye Yu the general plan of the operation as they walked.

As soon as the two arrived at the training ground, a man blocked their way.

The newcomer was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right mouth.

After giving Ye Yu a sharp once-over, he said, "You're the Ye Yu who saved Wang Zeting's team and then won first place in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, right? You're just a little girl, are you really as amazing as Old Du makes you out to be? I'd like to test you!"

"Zhang Zaiye, what nonsense are you spouting? Why are you causing trouble instead of training your soldiers properly? Where is the discipline?" Yang Ying immediately reprimanded him.

Zhang Zaiye stiffened his neck, glared at Ye Yu for a few seconds, and then stepped back with a disappointed look on his face.

He is not only an instructor, but also a member of an elite special forces unit, and this time he was assigned to train the newly transferred soldiers.

Yang Ying was not only the captain but also the deputy director of the Security Bureau, so he had to obey orders.

While Ye Yu was in the car, she felt several gazes, including those from Zhang Zaiye.

Seeing that although he had retreated, his face was full of provocation, Ye Yu said without any politeness, "You are no match for me at all, and I have no need to compete with you."

Zhang Zaiye was already somewhat unwilling. He and Du Ling, who came from the ancient martial arts world, didn't get along and often argued and bickered.

That day, Du Ling admitted that a little girl named Ye Yu was much more capable than him.

He was naturally unconvinced after hearing this, and he was also curious. Seeing Ye Yu there, he wanted to have a match with her.

"You..." Upon hearing Ye Yu's words, Zhang Zaiye's expression immediately turned ugly.

He immediately seized the opportunity, saluted Yang Ying, and reported: "Captain, please allow me to spar with Ye Yu. I will be careful not to hurt her."

Yang Ying sighed as he looked at the stubborn Zhang Zaiye. He had originally wanted to save face for him so that he wouldn't lose face in front of his students, but unfortunately, he had a terrible teammate.

Another man stepped forward, smiled and nodded at Ye Yu, and then advised Zhang Zaiye, "Old Zhang, don't act rashly. There are still so many students here."

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Zaiye glared at him and said, "Du Ling, don't talk nonsense here. If you can't beat him, it's because you're not good enough. I'm not like you."

Du Ling, the instructor from the ancient martial arts world that Meng Jie mentioned, shook his head helplessly, saying, "You'll regret it later."

Zhang Zaiye ignored him and stared intently at Yang Ying, hoping he would agree.

The surrounding soldiers were also clamoring for Yang Ying to agree to the contest, as they felt Ye Yu's attitude was somewhat arrogant.

Yang Ying looked at Ye Yu and asked for her opinion.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yu remained unmoved. She said calmly, "I don't want to fight you. You're at most at the early stage of the Profound Realm, right? Someone at that level can only last about twenty moves against me."

Ye Yu spoke without any restraint, which made Zhang Zaiye so angry that his face turned red and his veins bulged.

He clenched his fists, ready to rush forward, when he heard Cui Chengkai's voice behind him: "Zaiye, you're still so impulsive!"

It turned out that Cui Chengkai heard some noise outside and went out to find out that Zhang Zaiye wanted to spar with Ye Yu.

He sighed, just like Yang Ying, wanting to teach Zhang Zaiye a lesson. So he said, "How about this? Since we're having a competition, there should be a reward. Whoever wins can enter the top-tier armory and choose a weapon."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zaiye immediately became excited.

He already has a dagger from the top armory, which has been with him through countless life-and-death situations over the years. If he could choose another weapon, it would be like adding wings to a tiger!

Ye Yu wasn't particularly interested in the top-tier armory; she already had her own bone needles and flying swords, as well as the dagger Xia Zhong had used before.

If I had enough materials, I could have crafted an even more powerful magical artifact.

Seeing that the top-tier armory failed to pique Ye Yu's interest, Cui Chengkai chuckled and said, "Young friend Ye Yu, don't look down on us. Every year, our country searches for rare and unusual materials in various places, sends them to the Submerged Gate, and then exchanges them for some divine weapons."

"You have connections with the Hidden Sect?" Ye Yu asked in surprise, once again admiring the power of the nation.

“Yes, we’ve always kept in touch, but the Qianmen sect is isolated from the world, so we don’t bother them too much, and everyone is getting along peacefully,” Cui Chengkai said.

Ye Yu thought to herself, "The country is actually looking for some strange and unusual materials every year. Maybe there's something I really want among them."

After all, a country's collection is definitely more than what one has in their own storage ring.

Ye Yu asked, "I don't want weapons, but could I have some materials?"

Seeing that Ye Yu agreed, Cui Chengkai smiled and said, "Of course."

Zhang Zaiye, who was standing to the side, was furious. He saw that Ye Yu wanted to go in and select materials as soon as she opened her mouth, completely disregarding him.

Yang Ying then instructed, "Since that's the case, let's stop here and avoid getting hurt."

Upon hearing Yang Ying's words, Zhang Zaiye excitedly rubbed his hands together and stretched his muscles.

He assumed an attacking stance, his hand transforming into a claw, making a flourish, and charged directly at Ye Yu.

Ye Yu remained motionless, watching his empty gestures, and easily dodged his attack when he got close, kicking him in the stomach.

Zhang Zaiye took a few steps back, feeling his internal organs churning violently.

He hadn't expected Ye Yu to actually have some skill, so he decided not to hold back any longer.

Zhang Zaiye rubbed his stomach, took a deep breath, then tensed his left leg and kicked out at Ye Yu with lightning speed, creating a gust of wind.

This time, Ye Yu did not dodge, but instead stretched out her right leg to catch Zhang Zaiye's kick.

The onlookers were almost too afraid to watch, because they knew that Zhang Zaiye's greatest strength was not his fist technique, but his leg technique.

When Zhang Zaiye saw that Ye Yu actually wanted to confront him head-on, he inwardly mocked her for overestimating herself. The force of his foot was far beyond what a little girl like her could withstand.

Moreover, the left leg kick he used was actually a feint. As long as Ye Yu focused her attention on his left leg, she would be kicked away by his right foot in the next second.

But just as Zhang Zaiye quickly switched to his right leg, Ye Yu also changed direction and kicked at his right leg.

Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through his right foot, making it impossible for him to stand for a moment.

Ye Yu struck him in the chest with a palm strike, sending Zhang Zaiye flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

The onlookers were utterly astonished. Didn't Ye Yu say it would take twenty moves? It's less than ten moves, isn't it?

"Shall we continue?" Ye Yu asked calmly, looking at Zhang Zaiye lying on the ground.

Zhang Zaiye lay on the ground, unable to accept it for a moment. He was a top special forces soldier and a mid-level expert in the team. Why couldn't he even last ten moves against Ye Yu?

He finally realized that the gap between himself and Ye Yu was too great.

The soldiers around were stunned by what they saw.

Seeing Zhang Zaiye lying on the ground, beaten and humiliated, Cui Chengkai and Yang Ying both sighed helplessly.