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

Lin Qiye, who was kicked away, was like a fuse that ignited the fire in the arena. Watching this brutal, hand-to-hand combat, the audience's blood was also pumped up.

"Get out of the way, it's flying over!!!"

"Holy crap, bro, that whip kick was awesome!"

"Are you serious?"

"Nonsense, would a fight be faked? Was the flying figure intentional?"

"Get up and beat him."

"......"

It flew...out?

Baili Pangpang stared blankly at Lin Qiye, who was still flying in the sky.

Is this... how you train? Are you serious?

This is too scary!

Baili Pangpang turned his head to Su Ming, and even the smile on Su Ming's face seemed terrifying, but his admiration for Su Ming's strength grew stronger.

Su Ming reached out and pressed down, and the sounds in the hallway stopped abruptly. Lin Qiye's breathing became unusually clear.

Then Su Ming looked at Lin Qiye with a mocking expression: "What, is this what you mean by not needing training? Your hand-to-hand combat skills are so bad, what will you do if you lose your weapons in the future? Are you just going to wait to be mysteriously killed with your pathetic skills?"

The audience members standing nearby, after hearing Su Ming's words, realized that it wasn't a fight, but a routine training session.

But isn't this too harsh? Who trains to kick people flying?

The audience, who had initially been watching the spectacle, suddenly became serious and started exchanging ideas.

"Is that the instructor standing there? Or are all the new recruits this strong?" someone asked.

"It must be the instructors, otherwise what would they train for before the training camp even starts? Besides instructors, there are others with this ability."

"I knew it! If a new recruit is this strong, what's the point of us training?"

At this moment, a person who came up from Su Ming's floor to watch the show said, "I saw that he lived in the dormitory on the third floor, and when I passed by his dormitory, I also heard the sound of fighting."

"Impossible, are you sure you're not seeing things?"

“I’m sure I didn’t see wrong. I saw the guy who came out of his dorm, and he kept covering his butt while walking.”

Baili Pangpang chimed in, confirming, "Both of them are new recruits. I even fought with them for a dormitory room today."

Everyone present gasped in astonishment; the difference between these new recruits was greater than that between a human and a dog.

When they noticed Baili Pangpang's second sentence, their eyes were filled with surprise.

This fat guy lives in the best dormitory, which means he successfully snagged a dormitory.

"Holy crap, bro, let's be friends."

"Wow, that's impressive! Why don't you go up and put that guy in his place?"

Baili Pangpang stopped responding and instead enjoyed the admiring gazes of the audience.

Lin Qiye ignored the gossip around him and instead seriously considered what Su Ming had said.

When encountering all sorts of mysterious situations, without a sword, one's combat power would be reduced by half, and the lethality would be greatly diminished.

As expected of Ming, his words are still so truthful and sharp.

Having figured it out, Lin Qiye stood up, rubbing his backside, and grinned, praising, "Brother Ming is right..."

Having long been accustomed to buttock pain, he made a new discovery this time: kicking his buttocks caused a feeling that his entire buttocks were about to break.

When you strike with the side of a knife, you'll feel a burning sensation.

It's probably because the force of a kick is more concentrated; when it hits your buttocks, it's like a window breaker on a bus.

Just as Lin Qiye was analyzing the cause of his buttock pain, Su Ming glanced at Baili Pangpang, who seemed a bit strange, and asked, "How are you? Have you vented your anger yet?"

Baili Pangpang was stunned when he heard Su Ming's straightforward questions and answers, and he was thinking about it.

"Won't this kind of violence affecting my relationship with Qiye...?"

What if Lin Qiye retaliates against me later?

but……"

That's what he was thinking, but before he could say it, Baili Pangpang gave the protagonist a thumbs up, his eyes gleaming: "Brother Ming, you're so damn cool! Could you teach me those moves you just did?"

Lin Qiye: “…”

Just then, Hong Xuan led the new recruits up the stairs.

All you could see was a group of new recruits bending over and jumping up and down, and some even brought stools from the dormitory to stand on high places and look inside.

So he stepped forward and asked, "What are you all looking at?"

The new recruit, unaware of his identity, casually remarked, "There are two people fighting inside."

Upon hearing this, Hong Xuan immediately shouted in a deep voice, "Get out of the way! Let me see who dares to fight in the dormitory building. Training hasn't even started yet, and you're already showing no respect for military discipline?"

This shout, full of energy, instantly silenced the noisy hallway.

Upon seeing Hong Xuan's military uniform, the crowd immediately moved aside to make way for him.

Everyone's expressions shifted to those of someone watching the drama unfold, as they looked at Su Ming, who was now standing against the wall, and began to anticipate the match between the instructor and Su Ming.

As Lin Qiye listened to Hong Xuan's words, an idea instantly popped into his mind.

Using Hong Xuan's identity as an instructor and military discipline, one can teach Su Ming a lesson by borrowing someone else's knife to kill him.

Furthermore, one must not clearly express one's own meaning, otherwise Su Ming will retaliate against one during the next training session.

Although this tactic was insidious, it was the only way he could avoid training during this intensive training period.

So Lin Qiye watched as the instructors gradually came into view, and the performance began.

He first exposed his back to Hong Xuan; his trousers and shirt, covered in dust from the ground, and his swollen buttocks were evidence of Su Ming's crime.

In order to prevent the instructors from not being able to see him clearly, Lin Qiye deliberately rubbed his buttocks and patted the dust off his body.

Now that the actions are in place, it's time to use language to guide the instructor's thinking.

Lin Qiye slowly turned his head, looking at the angry instructor. His voice was weak, but he pretended to be indifferent: "Oh, it's nothing. Ming-ge and I were just sparring as usual. He just went a little too hard... Ouch..."

Hong Xuan recognized the two familiar figures and guessed what had happened. It was just two old acquaintances from Squad 136 training together. If it were any other two people, they would have to be dealt with seriously.

Now, one of these two is the agent of the Seraphim Michael, and the other is the agent of the first native god in China, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Rules should be flexible and adaptable.

But as an instructor, he couldn't be too obvious, so he frowned and asked sternly, "Hmm, judging from your expression, you guys were fighting?"

Yes, yes, instructor, hurry up and punish Su Ming!

I'd better give him a good beating; he's always bullying me.

What he thought in his heart was still what he thought, and Lin Qiye shook his head like a rattle drum: "No. We were just sparring."

Seeing Lin Qiye's sensible attitude, the instructor walked to Su Ming's side and said with a smile, "It was just a friendly spar, so it's fine. Su Ming, go ahead and beat them up if you want. Give these greenhorns a good beating."