Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

"Hmm?" Lin Qiye stared intently at Su Ming, while Su Ming looked at him with a half-smile.

Hongying waved her hand casually: "Whatever."

After getting Hongying's consent, Su Ming didn't want to waste any more time, so he immediately stood up and said, "Let's not waste any more time, let's go now, it's a good opportunity to stretch our legs."

Lin Qiye stood up and followed behind.

Pass through the activity room and walk straight down the corridor.

Lin Qiye hadn't noticed it when he arrived yesterday, but it was only now that he realized how large the underground space was, with long corridors, mysterious closed rooms, and various amusement facilities in the lounge.

It's practically an underground palace.

Finally, Su Ming stopped in front of a large iron gate.

Pushing open the iron gate, a field the size of three football fields came into view.

"Have you dug the entire canal?" Lin Qiye murmured.

Inside the arena, Su Ming handed a straight knife to Lin Qiye. Lin Qiye examined it and noticed three characters engraved on the hilt: Zhao Kongcheng.

“This is…” Lin Qiye looked up in astonishment.

“Old Zhao is useless now, so you can use this for now. As for your sword, it will be distributed after the training camp, so you can use it for the time being,” Su Ming said, holding the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Xiao Su, I'm still here. What are you talking about? You're in charge of cleaning the training ground this month." Zhao Kongcheng shouted from outside the field.

Just today, upon returning to base, he was promoted to the squad's logistics manager.

"Brother Su, this is a real knife." Lin Qiye glanced at Su Ming's bamboo knife and said in surprise.

"It doesn't matter. It won't make much difference if I hit you anyway," Su Ming said calmly.

Lin Qiye gripped the knife in his hand, and for some reason, he had a bad feeling.

Gripping the long sword in his hand, he took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming sharp as an eagle's. His feet firmly planted on the ground, his center of gravity lowered, as steady as a mountain.

"Brother Su, I'm going to go."

Lin Qiye moved suddenly, as swift as a rabbit, his blade flashing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"random."

Su Ming was light and agile, and he always dodged Lin Qiye's tsunami-like attacks with incredible angles and speed.

Each time Lin Qiye swung his sword, all he got in return was a whistling sound of wind.

"Damn, how come I can't hit him?"

Lin Qiye was filled with resentment. Every time, he was just a little bit short. Every time, he was just a little bit short. The blade grazed Su Ming's body again and again.

Su Ming, on the other hand, hadn't made a single move since then, instead looking at him with a mocking expression.

A golden light slowly appeared in Lin Qiye's eyes. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and Su Ming's speed in his mind also slowed down. Gradually, the blade in his hand got closer and closer to him.

He could always predict Su Ming's dodge trajectory, and his knife was already positioned where Su Ming would dodge.

But they could never touch him; Su Ming always dodged their attacks with lightning speed.

During his dodge, Su Ming also figured out Lin Qiye's sword technique.

He was an outsider, but with his Divine Ruins and Mortal Realm domain, after watching Zhao Kongcheng's swordsmanship once, he was able to imitate five parts of it, but not the essence.

Furthermore, he was unable to completely control his divine power, as evidenced by the golden glint in his eyes.

"Didn't you eat? You're swinging the knife too slowly," Su Ming mocked.

The golden light in Lin Qiye's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his swordsmanship became more and more orderly. Each movement he made was different from before; he only used eight-tenths of his strength.

Suddenly, after dodging once again, Su Ming moved to the side with an uncanny agility, cleverly seizing the moment when Lin Qiye's strength was exhausted. With a slight flick of his wrist, the bamboo knife drew a dazzling arc in the air, passing by Lin Qiye's unsuspecting side and rear in a wondrous way.

A light slap on his buttocks left a knife mark.

"boom."

After the attack, Lin Qiye's body seemed to lose all support, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Does it hurt?" Su Ming walked up to Lin Qiye, squatted down, and asked with concern.

Lin Qiye clutched his left buttock, tears welling in his eyes, but his mouth remained as hard as steel as he defiantly said, "It doesn't hurt."

It has to be said that as the protagonist of the Godslayer world, he is truly extraordinary, but he is still slightly inferior to him, a transmigrator.

Su Ming praised in his heart.

Seeing this scene from the sidelines, I was completely excited.

"Su Ming, hit me gently, Qi Ye is about to cry," Hong Ying said, covering her mouth with a laugh.

"I didn't cry, it was just a natural bodily reaction," Lin Qiye said, dissatisfied.

He couldn't control his body's reaction, and he always felt that there was something strange about it. He hadn't shed a tear when facing the masked man, not even when facing this one.

Thinking of all this, Lin Qiye looked up and saw Su Ming smiling strangely, thus confirming the situation.

"Seven Nights, men bleed but don't cry, so stop crying. And Su Ming, stop bullying people, be more considerate," Zhao Kongcheng shouted jokingly.

"Seven Nights, keep going, kill Su Ming! And stop crying!" Wen Qimo cheered.

The experienced Wu Xiangnan also noticed something amiss and looked at Su Ming, reminding him, "Su Ming, stop bullying the child and be serious."

"Brother Su, you're a temporary member of Squad 136, and also an agent of Seraphim, so be gentle," Si Xiaonan called out sweetly.

“Agents of God? Who isn’t? I specialize in beating agents of God.” Su Ming laughed, pointing his bamboo knife at Lin Qiye again. “Stop touching his butt, get up and continue.”

Lin Qiye quickly stood up, as if he had swallowed gunpowder. His swordsmanship was completely chaotic, and could even be described as blind hacking. Apart from expending energy, it had no other purpose.

The golden light in his eyes intensified once more; the reckless attack was merely a facade, and he was waiting for Su Ming to strike again.

Fishing Law Enforcement?

If someone didn't know him well, they might actually be fooled by the actions of a minor. But Su Ming knew his abilities well; when he opened the mortal realm, he wouldn't be affected by emotions.

So he's also planning to use a sting operation.

In a fleeting, almost imperceptible moment, Su Ming paused slightly as he swung his sword; it was this brief pause that caused him to falter.

"Now!" Lin Qiye cheered inwardly. He suddenly shifted his body to the side, and his short blade transformed into a silver lightning bolt, aiming straight for the protagonist's vitals.

However, in that instant, Su Ming's eyes suddenly became unusually calm, as if he had seen through everything.

He remained completely calm, using the back of his bamboo sword to meet the attack. Taking advantage of Lin Qiye's momentum, he moved like a ghost, sidestepping behind Lin Qiye.

"Smack..."

The bamboo knife in his hand, like a horsewhip, drew a perfect arc in the air and struck Lin Qiye's left buttock again, the crisp and loud sound echoing throughout the training ground.