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The remaining recruits saw Mo Ming strike without mercy, no longer hesitating. One recruit swung his fist and charged forward, but missed. Mo Ming countered with a punch to the recruit's chest, followed by a powerful kick that sent him flying.
As the other recruits attempted to rush in, they collided with the one who had been knocked back, falling to the ground. Mo Ming pursued, leaping into the air and delivering a kick to another recruit's chest. Even though that recruit instinctively raised his hands to protect himself, he was still sent flying.
"Three left!"
Mo Ming looked at the three recruits still standing on the rooftop, a wicked smile appearing on his face as he stepped closer. The three recruits charged at him with fists raised. He dodged one recruit's attack, evaded another's strike, and suddenly lifted his leg to forcefully kick the third recruit down.
The other two recruits attempted to flank Mo Ming from both sides. He tilted his body to avoid one attack but took a punch from the other recruit on his shoulder. Without hesitation, Mo Ming swung a punch toward that recruit's temple, knocking him down.
Just as the last recruit swung his fist at Mo Ming, he retaliated with a swift punch.
The double fists collided, and the recruit felt as if he had struck a solid steel plate. The piercing pain made him tremble; he gritted his teeth and swung again. However, just as he raised his fist, Mo Ming's punch appeared at his nose.
"You've lost," Mo Ming said with a grin before sitting down on the spot, breathing heavily.
This time, fighting alone against over four hundred recruits was his limit. In truth, those recruits could have continued fighting; they simply chose to concede. As long as they were thrown off the rooftop, they would be considered defeated.
This was limited to a contest; if it were a real fight, Mo Ming knew that one person's strength could never match that of many.
Mo Zhentian clapped joyfully upon seeing the battle end and shouted, "Good! Very good!"
Everyone present, whether recruits or veterans, applauded. Losing was acceptable; although Mo Ming had taught them a harsh lesson and some were injured badly, they recognized that skill was paramount and holding grudges was not the mark of a true gentleman. As members of Special Forces, they could certainly accept defeat!
"This contest was truly spectacular," Mo Zhentian said with a wry smile. "I initially thought it would just be a casual affair since how could one person's strength withstand that of many? But I realized I was wrong—terribly wrong! This kid really has potential; taking on over four hundred people and actually winning is astonishing! I’m sure you all are shocked too!"
Everyone fell silent while Mo Ming wore a faint smile, his eyes fixed intently on Mo Zhentian as he said, "Old man, you let me get hurt like this for New Year's; you'll see what happens when I get back!"
This is not to say that Mo Ming would go and teach Mo Zhentian a lesson, but rather that Zhu Hanying, seeing her son in such a sorry state, would definitely seek out Mo Zhentian for an explanation.
"Get out of here, this is a military zone! Stop talking about family matters!" Mo Zhentian glared fiercely at Mo Ming. All the Special Forces soldiers burst into laughter, but soon many of them wore shocked expressions as they stared at Mo Ming sitting on the rooftop, secretly contemplating his identity.
From Mo Ming's disrespectful address of "old man," many seemed to arrive at a shocking conclusion, yet they were still uncertain. Could this terrifying young man really be Mo Zhentian's biological son, the world-class War God Asura?
One bold Veteran immediately stood up straight and shouted, "Report! Commander Mo, we've been fighting for so long and still don't know the opponent's name! Please introduce us!"
"Yeah, Commander Mo, give us an introduction!"
"At least let us know who we lost to!" the new recruits chimed in. Today, four hundred of them couldn't defeat just one person; they wanted to know who this demonic Killing God was.
"Haha, a bunch of little brats! The person you've been trying to surpass day and night is right in front of you. Don't you understand?" Little Yellow Soldier had reached the rank of major not just through strength but also through intelligence. Who was Mo Zhentian?
He was a veteran Commander of the nation; very few dared to call him "old man." Little Yellow Soldier was clever; from the way they spoke and from Mo Ming's address to Mo Zhentian, it was clear that this person was indeed Mo Zhentian's biological son, War God Asura!
A commotion erupted!
Those present were now completely convinced that the person they saw today was indeed the legendary figure who had created a myth in the military world of China!
"He is the Asura! No wonder his strength is so terrifying. It seems that the legend of him single-handedly entering a tiger's den and coming out unscathed is true. From what he has shown today, he truly has that capability!" one Veteran exclaimed in astonishment. To be honest, he was also a bit of a fan of Mo Ming; unfortunately, he only knew about his exploits and had never seen him in person.
Mo Zhentian listened to the respectful gazes directed at Mo Ming from those around him and felt particularly pleased. He wanted to laugh out loud and proclaim, "Look! This is my son! He can take on four hundred Special Forces brats all by himself!"
When a son achieves success, no one feels prouder than his father. Every parent hopes their child will become a dragon. Even though Mo Zhentian was a distinguished general, seeing his son shine so brightly made him feel immensely proud.
After resting for a while on the rooftop, Mo Ming jumped down. Once out of combat, he finally felt the injuries on his body. Besides the swelling on his face, his arms, fists, thighs, and chest were all aching. He limped over to stand beside Mo Zhentian.
"Brat, weren't you quite impressive just now?" Mo Zhentian looked at Mo Ming's walking posture and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What's this? Starting to act disabled now? I originally planned for you to just play around, but who knew you really got into it!"
Mo Zhentian pinched Mo Ming's arm with considerable force, causing Mo Ming, already bruised, to grimace in pain. "Let four hundred people hit you, and let's see how much it hurts!"
"Hahaha... Even if I let them hit me, would they dare?" Mo Zhentian laughed heartily. "You brought this on yourself today; don't blame me. Remember to explain it clearly to your mom when you go back, or she'll be sulking at me for days!"
Mo Ming rolled his eyes hard and said, "If it weren't for you sending me here to attract hatred, I'd definitely be lying comfortably at home right now! You handle this matter; I'm not explaining anything for you!"
"You little rascal, if you don't explain, I'll go back and tell Qianqian that smoking is harmful to health and that she mustn't let this brat Mo Ming smoke! Otherwise..." Mo Zhentian looked at Mo Ming coldly and said, "I'll leave it at that; you figure it out!"
A threat, a blatant threat!
"You're ruthless..." Mo Ming could only smile bitterly.
The Special Forces members watching the exchange between the father and son couldn't help but laugh, but when they saw Mo Zhentian shoot them a cold glance, they quickly stopped laughing. Offending the Commander would surely make their lives difficult; even if they didn't die in battle, they'd be exhausted!
Yan Wang stepped forward with a wry smile and said, "I never expected you to be the legendary Asura in the military. I lost this battle without regret. Today, I was defeated by you. You've made me understand the saying 'there are always greater talents out there.' However, today I've also set a goal: to surpass you!"
"I'm waiting for you!" Mo Ming nodded with a smile. "From your eyes, I see determination. I believe that as long as you keep moving forward steadfastly, there will surely be a place for your legend in the world of Chinese soldiers. Yan Wang, I look forward to the day we can fight side by side."
"I also hope to fight alongside the renowned Asura one day!" Yan Wang nodded. After saying this, he turned and returned to his team.
Mo Zhentian instructed Little Yellow Soldier, "Some of those new recruits are seriously injured. Let those who need to take leave for medical treatment do so; those who need rest should rest first. Alright, I'm taking this brat home now. Xiao Huang, I'll leave the rest to you!"
After speaking, Mo Zhentian took Mo Ming and left.
Once back home, Mo Zhentian found some topical ointment for bruises and sprains for Mo Ming and instructed him to apply it on all his bruises. These ointments were military-grade pain relief solutions; once applied, the cooling sensation immediately alleviated much of Mo Ming's pain.
These minor injuries were hardly worth mentioning for Mo Ming, a man who had faced numerous life-and-death situations. After all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't endure some pain?
Today's extreme challenge made Mo Ming acutely aware of his physical limits. Through the battles, he gained a wealth of combat experience. Ultimately, pain was merely an accumulation for qualitative transformation; continuous fighting would unearth the infinite possibilities within his body.
If possible, Mo Ming wished to experience such battles every day, as it would accelerate his growth in strength. The moment this thought crossed his mind, he immediately embraced it.
He requested Mo Zhentian's permission to visit the military base daily during his time at home. Understanding Mo Ming's intentions, Mo Zhentian agreed without hesitation. Perhaps due to the significant physical exertion, Mo Ming felt a bit fatigued after applying some ointment. He bid farewell to Mo Zhentian and returned to his room to sleep.
After about four hours of sleep, Mo Ming woke up and found himself sitting in the living room with Mo Zhentian. Each held a cigarette, and the entire room was filled with smoke.
The father and son rarely had time to sit together like this, smoking and watching television while occasionally engaging in light conversation about trivial matters.
It wasn't until six in the evening that Zhu Hanying returned from shopping with Murong Lian, Jun Qianqian, and Lin Yuan'er. Upon seeing Mo Ming's face swollen like a pig's head, Zhu Hanying immediately questioned Mo Zhentian for details. Unable to withstand Zhu Hanying's relentless inquiries, Mo Zhentian could only tell the truth.
Upon learning how her son was injured, Zhu Hanying was furious and demanded to confront Mo Zhentian. He cast desperate glances at Mo Ming for help, who quickly stepped in to explain.
Murong Lian and the others also helped persuade her, which eventually calmed Zhu Hanying down. However, she still vowed to settle accounts with Mo Zhentian when Mo Ming left. To this, Mo Zhentian could only smile wryly.
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