Chapter 80: An Incident (Ten Thousand Rock Coins to Thank the Readers)

Watching the excited Yang Jun, Lu Ming spoke slowly.
“Train hard. You will surely find your own path.”
Yang Jun nodded vigorously.
At this moment, he could no longer find words to describe his feelings. The combat technique Lu Ming had taught them, along with the Eight Gates Body Training Technique, could both be considered divine skills.
In the world of martial arts, such teachings would be akin to being granted a new life.
Thinking of this, Yang Jun pursed his lips and said to Lu Ming, “Instructor Lu, may I call you Master?”
Lu Ming frowned at his words, “I don’t intend to take disciples yet. You don’t need to call me Master.”
A trace of disappointment appeared on Yang Jun’s face, but since Instructor Lu refused, there was nothing he could do.
Then Lu Ming said to Yang Jun, “Alright, I suppose you’re eager to delve into the secrets of the Eight Gates Body Training Technique. Go ahead, but remember to keep it confidential.”
Yang Jun nodded firmly, saluted Lu Ming with a standard military gesture, and then turned to leave.
Watching Yang Jun depart, a faint smile touched Lu Ming’s lips.
Yang Jun truly possessed exceptional talent and was someone with great potential. His family had served as soldiers for three generations; his background was impeccable. Passing this training technique to him would not risk him abusing it in the future.
The next day.
As usual, Lu Ming arrived at the training ground around ten o’clock.
The others, however, had already begun their exercises early.
After witnessing the duel between Lu Ming and Lin Feng yesterday, they finally had some insight into the Divine Officer Combat Technique. Some had already started sparring in pairs, showing traces of the technique’s essence.
Lu Ming glanced at them, smiled, and went straight to his usual spot to sleep.
He slept until after lunch, then took another nap.
Meanwhile, the group had no time to rest, their minds focused solely on mastering the Divine Officer Combat Technique.
Having just discovered the profundity of this art, its endless variations ignited their desire to explore, making them forget what rest even meant.
As night fell and the sky darkened, Lu Ming rose from his slumber.
Seeing the fervent training, Lu Ming approached them slowly.
Yang Jun noticed Lu Ming’s arrival and immediately called out, “Stop training—assemble at once!”
Within moments, the Yanlong team quickly stood in four columns, neat as blocks of tofu, lined up before Lu Ming.
Lu Ming swept his gaze over them, then pointed at Yang Jun and the nine behind him. “Step forward.”
The ten men took one step forward, leaving their ranks.
Lu Ming paced back and forth before them. Each stood tall and proud, their gaze unwavering.
Then Lu Ming spoke, “Given your enthusiasm for training, I’ve decided to sacrifice my precious sleep every day, to personally give you extra lessons. All ten of you, come at me together.”
He gestured for them to advance.
The nine Yanlong special forces soldiers looked nervously at Yang Jun.
They had witnessed Lu Ming’s skills firsthand. Even if all seventy of them attacked together, they probably wouldn’t even scratch him. Wasn’t this just sending themselves to their doom?
Lu Ming saw their hesitation and grinned mischievously. “Relax, I’ll keep my strength at your level.”
At these words, the group finally relaxed a little.
Still, they hesitated, glancing at Yang Jun for his cue.
Yang Jun then shouted, “Carry out Instructor Lu’s orders!”
“Yes!”
With Yang Jun’s command, the group spread out and encircled Lu Ming.
“Instructor Lu, you said you'd keep your strength at our level,” one man said nervously.
Lu Ming smiled, “Don’t worry, I keep my word.”
Reassured by Lu Ming’s promise, they finally felt some confidence.
No matter how skilled Lu Ming was, if he kept his strength equal to theirs and they still couldn’t defeat him as ten, they might as well eat dirt.
Lu Ming beckoned once more, signaling them to begin.
Yang Jun didn’t hesitate, charging in first.
This time, he too kept his strength at the same level as the Yanlong special forces.
The other nine immediately followed suit, swarming forward.
They had witnessed Lu Ming’s combat prowess—it was extraordinary. If they didn’t attack together, it would be like sending themselves one by one into the lion’s den.
In an instant, all eleven were locked in battle.
Lu Ming kept his promise, maintaining his strength equal to theirs throughout the fight.
However, five minutes later, the group lay battered and bruised on the ground, Yang Jun included.
Lu Ming looked at them, laughed heartily, and walked triumphantly to the canteen.
From then on, every day when Lu Ming awoke, he would seek out ten people to spar with as night fell and the air cooled.
Without exception, all were knocked down within five minutes, faces swollen and bruised.
Lu Ming always left laughing, high-spirited.
The group both loved and hated him.
Loved, because each duel with Lu Ming brought them new insights into the combat technique; hated, because he seemed to deliberately target their faces, never stopping until he’d battered them black and blue, leaving them frustrated and indignant.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
The group trained day and night, while Lu Ming ate and slept, occasionally making time to beat them up.
They resented him to the core, but could do nothing about it.
At the same time, they were curious—how could Lu Ming sleep so much, as if he was never fully awake?
One day, Lu Ming was, as usual, sleeping deeply, while the Yanlong team trained as always.
After a month, they all felt their combat skills had greatly improved, and their bodies were gradually adapting to the regimen.
Having tasted the benefits, they didn’t slacken, but instead redoubled their efforts.
Sun Zhengde watched the scene on the training ground with a sigh.
Only Instructor Lu could command their respect; he himself admired Lu Ming greatly.
Not only was Lu Ming exceptionally skilled, but he was also bold—when he first arrived, he dared to push the grandson of the God of War to his limits.
Even the grandmaster, when confronted by Yang Jun’s defiance, was so enraged he retreated to the back mountain, not daring to do anything.
As Sun Zhengde silently watched Lu Ming from a distance, reflecting, Lu Ming’s phone suddenly rang.
Lu Ming glanced at it—Yun Ketian was calling, so he answered.
Groggy from sleep, he was irritated by the interruption. “What do you want?”
He heard Yun Ketian’s anxious voice, “Lu bro, something’s wrong—Sister Qin was attacked and injured!”
Lu Ming sprang to his feet, his voice cold and sharp. “What happened?”
Qin Lan was already a master of internal arts; ordinary people couldn’t possibly harm her. This was no simple matter.
Listening to Yun Ketian’s account, Lu Ming learned what had happened.
After Lu Ming’s departure, Yun Ketian had arranged for Qin Lan to intern at the Xijing Daily as a reporter.
However, Qin Lan never stayed at her assigned dormitory at night; instead, she returned to the grocery shop to sleep.
Last night, as Qin Lan slept, she was suddenly attacked by a masked figure dressed in black.
Relying on her mercenary instincts, Qin Lan sensed danger the moment the intruder acted and immediately fought back.
But the attacker’s skill was formidable—at least a full realm above Qin Lan. She was injured.
Yet, even while wounded, Qin Lan used her familiarity with the terrain to escape and hide.
It was only by noon the next day, after ensuring she had shaken her pursuer, that she contacted Yun Ketian.
Alarmed, Yun Ketian immediately requested a special operations squad from his father, drove an armored vehicle to Qin Lan’s hiding place, brought her to the hospital, and ensured her protection.
Qin Lan’s chest had been struck, causing internal injury and breaking five ribs.
However, Yun Ketian had arranged for her to be treated at the best hospital in Xijing, with the city’s top specialists forming a medical team to care for her. Her condition was now stable.
Hearing that Qin Lan’s condition was stable, Lu Ming felt somewhat relieved, though his face remained icy.
The matter was highly suspicious. Lu Ming decided to return home immediately—whoever had hurt Qin Lan would pay a thousandfold price.
He stood and strode toward Sun Zhengde, instructing him to arrange a plane at once.
Just then, the roar of a helicopter sounded overhead, and the valley echoed with a loud assembly call.
At this, all the Yanlong special forces and the base’s logistics staff rushed out, lining up on the training ground.
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