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

Inside the dormitory, Su Ming lay reclining on the bed, chewing on the gum that Shen Qingzhu had offered, gazing at the dark green forest outside the window.

Since Shen Qingzhu left, there hasn't been a single ghost in the room. Apart from the occasional chatter of the new recruits in the hallway, there has been only silence.

"I'm a little bored," Su Ming said listlessly, blowing bubble gum.

That said, after all the travel today, I haven't even had a chance to beat up Lin Qiye yet.

As the saying goes, "One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage."

If you miss a day of training, the chances of dying when you encounter something mysterious will be much higher.

Thinking of this, Su Ming, as the master, suddenly felt a surge of responsibility. He jumped out of bed and headed towards Lin Qiye's dormitory.

......

Inside Lin Qiye's dormitory.

Lin Qiye, who had just finished making the bed, lay on it with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

Without Su Ming's grueling training, without the forbidden zone training, without marksmanship training, there was only the constant rustling of leaves outside the window, and the warm, comfortable feeling of sunlight on his face. Life was peaceful and serene.

At that moment, Baili Pangpang glanced at Su Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed, and then tiptoed from the window to the cabinet, rummaging through it.

This little commotion didn't affect Lin Qiye's mood, and he ignored it.

A moment later, Baili Pangpang took out many gift boxes from the cabinet and slowly moved them to Lin Qiye's bedside. He carefully placed the gift boxes under Lin Qiye's bed one by one, afraid of making a sound.

Lin Qiye sensed that Baili Pangpang, who had never learned martial arts, was being cautious because someone was doing something to him.

So he opened his eyes, looked at Baili Pangpang's strange movements, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Baili Pangpang's body trembled, and his hand, which was still stuffing the gift box, froze on the spot. He looked nervously into Lin Qiye's eyes, and his brain began to work frantically.

Suddenly, Baili Pangpang stuck out his nose and came close to Lin Qiye's feet.

Smell it.

"Nanaye, your feet smell so good."

Even the well-informed Lin Qiye was speechless at this moment, his mind seemingly going blank for a moment.

What's this fat guy up to?

Seeing Lin Qiye standing there in a daze, Baili Pangpang slowly raised his somewhat chubby foot and presented it to Lin Qiye's face.

Somewhat nervously, she said, "Why don't you smell my feet too?"

"boom."

A muffled thud was heard inside the dormitory.

In the distance, on the rooftop of another tall building.

Head coach Yuan Gang, holding up his binoculars with a fascinating expression, turned to Hong Xuan, who was also holding binoculars, and asked in a sarcastic tone, "Is this the dangerous person you were talking about?"

Hong Xuan rubbed his temples and said, "No, why are they doing this?"

Yuan Gang put down his binoculars, patted Hong Xuan on the shoulder earnestly, and said, "You can't judge a person by their identity, status, or ability. There are millions of families with the same background in this world. Are we all going to lump them together?"

A person's personality is formed through a combination of factors, including their environment and parents.

.........

Su Ming had just reached the door when he heard a thud against the wall. He could roughly guess what was going on, and pushed the door open with a sense of helplessness.

Baili Pangpang was sitting in the corner, seemingly unharmed, though his chubby face looked a little aggrieved.

When she saw Su Ming come in, it was as if she had found an outlet for her emotions. She said, "Brother Ming, I just wanted to get closer to Lin Qiye, but he kicked me."

He even pointed to the footprints on his stomach.

Lin Qiye listened to his accusation, his brows twitching, and said, "Is this how you enhance our relationship? I feel like you have some serious illness."

Su Ming smiled and said to Baili Pangpang, "It's okay, I'll get revenge for you next."

Baili Pangpang was stunned. This wasn't a big deal; it was just friendly friction between friends. There was no need to vent his anger, was there?

Baili Pangpang said awkwardly, "Brother Ming, it's nothing serious, you don't need to help me get revenge."

Lin Qiye was taken aback by Su Ming's words, then suddenly realized what he meant and awkwardly laughed, "Brother Ming, you see, Baili Pangpang said there's no need to vent our anger, and besides... we're already in the recruit training camp, every day is training, so as for our 136th squad's daily training, there's no need for that..."

Su Ming pursed his lips: "New recruit training is new recruit training, and the training of the 136th Squad is another matter. It doesn't affect anything."

Lin Qiye knew that arguing was useless, so he obediently got out of bed and followed Su Ming into the corridor.

Baili Pangpang patted the dirt off his clothes and came to the corridor.

The corridor was not wide, only about four people wide and about two people high.

Some people walking in the corridor saw Lin Qiye and Su Ming's posture and knew that there was going to be a good show.

They mingled in and out of the dormitories, calling out to their friends. Even the guys wearing only their underwear came out into the corridor to watch the battle.

"Brothers, what's going on? You want to fight? Be careful, the instructors will come and punish you." A kind person warned from the crowd.

"What's there to be afraid of? Kill him. What's the point of having a bunch of troublemakers among the new recruits?"

"Hurry up and hit me, my ass is practically rubbed raw."

Su Ming watched the growing crowd without a care, while Lin Qiye became somewhat reserved.

"here we go."

This is a duel without weapons, where victory or defeat is determined purely by fist and foot skills and individual techniques.

Lin Qiye stood in front of Su Ming. Although he had gradually adapted to the rhythm of fighting with a knife, this was the first time he had fought with his bare hands, and a hint of trepidation was revealed in his eyes.

Su Ming also abandoned his casual demeanor, his eyes sharpening. He slowly moved his feet, constantly adjusting the distance between himself and Lin Qiye, searching for the best opportunity to strike.

Looking into Su Ming's eyes and his gait, Lin Qiye felt that same sense of powerlessness once again. The last time he felt that powerlessness was when he first practiced swordsmanship with Su Ming.

He knew that if he didn't throw a punch now, he would miss his chance.

So Lin Qiye used his fist as a knife, his body sank, and his feet firmly planted on the ground, as if he had become one with the earth.

He was like a beast that had been gathering its strength for a long time, and suddenly charged forward.

His fist drew a perfect arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound, its speed almost dazzling.

Just as Lin Qiye swung his fist, Su Ming moved with lightning speed. A sharp whip kick sliced ​​through the air with a whistling sound, striking Lin Qiye's buttocks with pinpoint accuracy.

Lin Qiye felt an irresistible force coming from behind him, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, followed by a sharp scream.

Amid screams, Lin Qiye's body was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a high parabola before crashing heavily onto the corridor several meters away, raising a cloud of dust.