In the distance, a bird's shrill cry echoed through the forest, sounding even louder and more jarring in the dead of night.

  "How's their training going?" Xuhai Feng asked casually.

  There were three people standing beside him. Apart from Lin Jiahui and Lin Muhai, the two brothers, there was also Jiang Gongming, General Jiang.

  Jiang Kongming naturally knew that he was referring to those martial artists, and a hint of complacency appeared on his face. In front of Xu Haifeng, he never concealed his inner expression: "With the presence of Taizhen Zhenren himself overseeing and supervising, if these people still don't put in their best effort, that would be utterly unreasonable."

  Since more than 200 heroes from the northern martial arts world left their marks on that white silk, Jiang Gongming divided them into two teams.

  Those who are older in years and have high prestige will be asked to leave the team and no longer participate in special forces training.

  As for those one hundred and eighty-seven good men who were around thirty years old or younger, they underwent rigorous training with the intensity of the Black Flag Army.

  Rolling in mud, marching with heavy loads, and other strange and bizarre events are endless.

  Although the number one person in the world personally took charge of supervision, there were already complaints and grievances below, and the morale was lower than that of ordinary local defense troops.

  However, after two days of training, Xu Haifeng had to admit that none of the people brought by Hu Si were slackers.

  Their training results reached an extremely high standard, far surpassing the five major legions of the Great Han. Even the Black Flag Army was no match for them. But what kind of people were the soldiers of the Black Flag Army... How could ordinary people compare to them?

  With such low morale, they have reached this level of training standards. Xu Haifeng's only comment was that it was indeed a special forces unit... a special seed force.

  Suddenly, he felt something unusual behind him, turned his head to look back, and in Lin Jiahui's eyes, there was a bright light. He was no stranger to this light; every person who had strong self-confidence would have such a light in their eyes, and that was called - ambition.

  Special forces are a kind of troops, where every member has at least second-rate martial arts skills, and if they also have military discipline, the strength of this team can be imagined.

  Perhaps the only drawback of this troop is that there are too few people, and if they are thrown into a large-scale melee, no matter how high their martial arts skills are, unless they are two hundred masters, they will not be able to have any lethal impact on tens of thousands of enemy troops.

  Two hundred masters? He hastily shook his head and threw this absurd idea out of his mind.

  This special forces team is already strong enough, at least from any aspect, they are absolutely rare elite soldiers. As for the reason of morale, it's because Lin family's emblem has not arrived yet, once he gets on stage, hum... his face is cold and calm, with a hint of ruthlessness.

  Being able to command this army, as long as he can continuously complete the tasks set by Xu Haifeng, then for his future career, it's like riding a peerless horse in the world, rushing forward at flying speed. Just thinking about it, his heart is involuntarily burning with passion, and even his face has an uncontrollable flush of excitement.

  Zhang Jinzhong gave him a new name and surname, and sent him to live with his old friend Lin Yixing's family, originally hoping that he could live a peaceful life. But he never expected that his only son would grow up to have an even stronger desire for official position than himself, to the point where it could be described as infatuation.

  Xu Haifeng and Jiang Kongming exchanged a glance, their coordination was tacit, and many words no longer needed to be communicated through language.

  After a moment, they arrived in front of a row of houses.

  "Have you arrived, Lin? Are you ready?"

  "Yes, I have already made preparations." Lin Jiahui said respectfully.

  Xu Haifeng nodded slightly and said, "Then you can go."

  Lin Jiahui responded with a sound, walked to the front of the house, and stood on the middle of the courtyard. In the center stood a huge bronze gong, he raised the mallet beside it, and suddenly struck the bronze gong heavily.

  "Bang..."

  A loud and deafening sound echoed far and wide, all the more startling in the dead of night.

  Although he was prepared, Lin Muhe still shivered slightly. On the other hand, Jiang Kongming seemed like a deaf person, completely unmoved, and for someone who had been tormented by Qin Yong's thunderous roar for so long, this little sound was not enough to impress him.

  "Damn it..."

  "Which turtle egg..."

  "Get out of here before I kill you..."

  Mixed with bursts of angry roars, dozens of big men rushed out of the house in a hurry. They were all disheveled, and some people even simply wore a pair of shorts and ran out with great momentum.

  They rushed angrily to the middle of the field, at this time, only Lin Jiahui stood unapologetically beside the huge bronze gong, so eye-catching, if they didn't know who was the culprit that disturbed their good dream, then these people would be too stupid.

  Lin Jiahui stood with his hands behind his back, a cold and stern expression on his face, ignoring their anger.

  His expression immediately enraged almost everyone. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "literary and martial arts are the first and second", and those who practice martial arts have always looked down on others with disdain, and no one can tolerate such an attitude of contempt.

  A tall man wearing only a pair of long pants, with his upper body bare and muscular, obviously having achieved a certain level of external martial arts skills. He took an arrow step, pounced in front of Lin Jiahui, stretched out his big hand, and was about to grab him up.

  Lin Jiahui's face showed a look of disdain, his left hand shot out like lightning, and just as the man's large hand was about to touch his body, it had already heavily imprinted on his chest.

  "Wow..."

  A shrill cry of despair, his tall figure flew back like a cloud, one of his fellow disciples saw the situation was not good, hastily rushed forward, and caught his heavy body. However, a great force came from his body, causing him to also lose his balance, both people fell to the ground at the same time, becoming a rolling ball.

  Everyone felt a chill, this strong man had quite a reputation in the team, was already among the ranks of top-notch masters, yet in front of this person he couldn't even get past one move.

  "Lin Jiahui?" A loud voice suddenly rang out from a tall figure.

  Lin Jiahui was slightly stunned, not expecting anyone to recognize him. He fixed his gaze and suddenly understood that the person who called out his name was Zhang Fuxuan, one of the direct disciples of Lü Yangming from the Fast Sword Sect.

  The two families were originally sworn enemies, but after the battle in Beijiang, Lü Yang unexpectedly saved Lin Yixing's life, and the situation changed dramatically. Not only did the two of them, but even the younger generation of both families felt more at ease when looking at each other, and the hatred and resentment they had harbored for years began to dissipate.

  "Zhang brother." With a harmonious smile, Lin Jiahui cupped his hands and said.

  Zhang Fosen hesitated and returned a courtesy, his heart extremely astonished.

  As the eldest disciple of the Fast Sword Sect, he not only had excellent martial arts skills, having already reached the second-grade first-class level, but more importantly, he knew that Lin Jia Hui and Lin Mu He, the two most outstanding younger generation members of Mei Lin Mountain Villa, were also only at the second-grade first-class level in terms of their skills.

  However, Lin's recent palm was overbearing and unparalleled, fast as lightning, with both strength and speed far surpassing his own, its power almost rivaling that of his master.

  This is what they call a master's move. There's nothing he doesn't know, and with just this one gesture, anyone with even a little discernment can see that he has already entered the ranks of the top grade.

  At such a young age, he has already reached this level. Even among the four major families of sleeping tigers and hidden dragons, he is one of the few who can be counted on his fingers.

  Lin Jiahui's slap was like a bucket of icy cold water, extinguishing the anger that had been building up in everyone's chest. Although everyone knew that if they all rushed forward together, Lin Jiahui would definitely not be a match for them, even if he were twice as fierce. But at this moment, no one dared to take the lead.

  "Cough...cough..."

  Xu Haifeng coughed and walked out of the darkness.

  "Great Master Xu." All the shouts were uniform and in unison. Martial artists cherish each other, and for someone who can make them sincerely convinced, they will wholeheartedly support him from the bottom of their hearts.

  With a faint smile, Xu Haifeng's gaze swept across the scene, and even the two fellow brothers who were knocked dizzy also struggled to get up.

  "He pointed with his hand at Lin Jiahui who stood proudly and said, 'Everyone, this is the commander-in-chief of the special forces arranged by Xu, Lin Jiahui.'"

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, restrained by Xu Haifeng's great reputation, and no one dared to confront him. However, the eyes of the crowd looking at Lin Jiahui now had a hint of resentment.

  "Hah..." A loud shout, once again focusing everyone's attention on himself, Lin Jiahui said loudly: "I'm not talented, but I've been recognized by the master, and I've taken on a heavy responsibility. My heart is truly grateful. However, I also know that you all are not convinced. So, I'll just say one thing - if anyone can defeat me, then...". He suddenly stopped speaking, scanning the crowd with different expressions, saying: "Then, I will step down and yield to a better person, and this special forces unit's leadership position will be taken by him."

  One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and the scene suddenly became lively. The highest commander of the special forces, there are absolutely not a few people who have this idea. It's just that they don't have the strength to surpass others, and they're afraid that if they say it out loud, they'll become a laughing stock.

  At this time, Lin Jiahui's words were in line with their intentions, and suddenly several people clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, eager to move. However, the real masters remained silent, and those whose skills had reached the second grade or above could see that his previous palm was powerful, not trivial, and even if they were unwilling, they did not dare to humiliate themselves.

  Xu Haifeng smiled calmly, this Lin Jiahui indeed had some real skills with his brush, understanding the principle of reasonable use. With his current martial arts skills, relying on those few jumping clowns, he could only help him establish an even more majestic and powerful image in people's hearts.

  After tonight, as long as he can lead by example in battle and make fair decisions, this commanding position will be as stable as Mount Tai.

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