Transcending Heavens: My Cheat Code is Myself

Obeying orders is a soldier's first duty, and Chen Feng, on his very first day in the army camp, was already causing trouble by taking orders too seriously.

That's not a problem, since Sanel has already been put on a pedestal by himself, so naturally he wouldn't be able to back out.

The problem was that the last punch was aimed straight for Sanel's forehead. If he had cracked the sword lieutenant's head on the first day, what would be the point of experiencing military life? He would have been out of there that very day.

This is blatant insubordination, a major taboo in the military.

Just as Chen Feng was running laps in frustration.

Sanel walked into the crowd and unleashed a torrent of abuse on the veterans in the circle: "Fairen! Kant! You can't even beat a new recruit? What was the point of your training? He did 400 laps, you! 500 laps! All of you watching! Every single one of you! 500 laps! No food until you finish!!"

"What? I was just watching the fun..." a veteran cried out in despair.

Even more disturbingly, one muttered, "I reckon even you would have trouble catching that punch, let alone us..."

"What are you all whispering about? If you don't finish today, you won't get any food tomorrow either. Get to work!" Sanel roared angrily.

Chen Feng, who was running laps, was originally running listlessly. It wasn't that he felt particularly tired, but rather that he was the only one running in such a large area, and a bunch of people around him were staring at him like he was a monkey, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

But as soon as I finished one lap, I saw a huge group of people running laps with weights on their backs.

He chuckled and looked closely; the leader was none other than Sanel.

"Even the Sword Captain was punished?" Chen Feng was completely bewildered. Why was I punished, and you yourself ran off to get involved?

"Hmph! Don't be so smug. These soldiers didn't beat you, so the biggest responsibility still lies with me! Of course, I have to set an example!" Sanel said loudly.

As his words fell, the group of veterans behind him immediately lowered their heads in shame.

"Then, Commander Jian, please set a good example. I won't wait for you any longer." With that, Chen Feng mustered his strength and began to sprint forward.

Sanel: ? ? ?

Don't you want to read what you're saying? You've only lapped a few times and you're already sprinting? Are you trying to cause trouble?

"Ignore him, let's keep running and keep our pace and breathing steady! Sprint at the start of the long run, he'll be in big trouble later," Sanel instructed, turning around.

The veterans behind him nodded repeatedly. 500 laps is no small number. This is a real long-distance running exercise. Even they, as veterans, felt completely drained after running it.

This physical exercise tests your ability to manage your energy and your breathing rhythm. Losing your composure could easily injure your body.

They were all veterans, so naturally they wouldn't make such a basic mistake. Some of them even planned to laugh at Chen Feng.

They were forced to do 500 laps, so they had to say something to him, otherwise they couldn't swallow their anger. As for being even more arrogant?

No, no, didn't you see? They'll get beaten up for saying a few idle words. Their skills aren't even as good as Feren's and Kanté's. It would be too frustrating to get beaten up again.

"Hey! Hello, Captain Jian!"

A light, cheerful voice came from beside Sanel.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was Chen Feng, who had already run a lap and caught up with them.

Sanel: (「▼皿▼)

Everyone:? ? ?

No? What's wrong with you?

"It's alright, it's alright, he'll get what's coming to him later. Let him be arrogant for a while." The veterans comforted themselves.

One lap, two laps, four laps, eight laps... sixteen laps... forty-two laps...

Every time he passed Sanel, Chen Feng would greet him with a "Sword Captain".

Sanel was so angry that his veins were throbbing, and the veterans behind him gradually fell silent.

After a long while, Sanel realized that Chen Feng hadn't come to greet him for quite some time. Looking around, he discovered that Chen Feng had already finished running 400 laps and was standing on the sidelines watching the fun.

Sanel remained silent for a moment, inwardly marveling, "What a monster! Of the eighty-odd people in the field, every single one who ran four hundred laps was drenched in sweat and panting like a bull. But this kid didn't break a sweat at all, instead leisurely watching me run laps..."

Thinking of this, Sanel broke away from the group. "You, go to your own tent, don't stay here looking!"

Being stared at by this monster all the time makes me feel a little embarrassed.

"Huh? But sir, you haven't told me which camp it is yet..." Chen Feng said, sounding aggrieved.

“I remember there are still seats in tent 472. Go to that tent.”

"Yes, Commander Jian, you can run slowly, I'll go first." Chen Feng called out loudly.

Sanel: (「▼皿▼)!!

.........

Finding a tent in a place full of tents is indeed quite difficult, but Chen Feng easily found his tent by using the method of elimination.

As soon as he entered the tent, a pungent stench hit him, almost making Chen Feng vomit up his leftover food from the previous night.

"Cough cough! What is this thing?!" Chen Feng fled from the camp as if he were running away.

"Phew! I'm alive again!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Feng, whom a group of soldiers couldn't defeat, was almost single-handedly defeated without taking any damage by a single camp.

Chen Feng, disregarding the risk of being exposed, made a hand seal and released several wooden clones into the tent.

Under Chen Feng's tyrannical power, the several wooden clones dared not speak out in anger, and they all pinched their noses and began to clean up the camp.

A box of unwashed tattered clothes, a few pairs of smelly socks with holes, an old wine bottle that hadn't been finished, and even a moldy and rotten bed board were all thrown out by Chen Feng.

"Damn it! Are you trying to assassinate the real body?!" Chen Feng shouted as he dodged the stinky socks kicked out by the clone.

After a flurry of activity, the clones rolled their eyes in unison, formed hand seals, and shouted:

"Wind Release: Minor Breakthrough!"

A few gusts of wind instantly carried away all the smells from inside the tent, and then the Wood Release technique was used to casually generate several sets of bedding and other items.

Only then did the main body finally agree to step into the tent.

"As expected, after my personal intervention, this place is completely transformed, isn't it...?"

Chen Feng unceremoniously claimed all the credit for himself, completely ignoring the clone's protests.

The clones then exchanged glances, a wicked smile playing on their lips, and simultaneously dispelled the clone technique.

A stench that penetrated to the core surged from the memories of several clones simultaneously, instantly making Chen Feng see stars. With his last ounce of strength, Chen Feng climbed onto the bed and collapsed, unable to get up.