Chapter 139 The Great Emperor Joins the Dragon Group as an Instructor! Are These King-of-Soldiers Too Troublesome?
"Ding! Detected that host Ye Feng has completed the 'Strongest Teacher' mortal world training. Current mental dignity value: maxed out!" "Due to the global spiritual energy resurgence entering an era of high-level martial arts explosion, the Dragon Kingdom's most mysterious special forces organization, the 'Dragon Group,' has encountered provocation from a foreign divine force, losing several key members. The higher command has urgently ordered the search for an 'ultimate instructor' capable of suppressing the nation's fate." "Special mortal world mission now activated: Cornerstone of the Nation—Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group's Secret Base. Note: 99.99999999% of the host's cultivation has been sealed. Current identity is an 'ordinary,' seemingly frail, demobilized arts soldier." "Current mission: Smash the king of soldiers, sweep across foreign lands. Host, do you wish to activate: Devil Training Mode, to let those self-proclaimed 'human weapons' understand what it means to 'blow a breath and cause a nuclear explosion'?"
Deep in the Kunlun Mountains lies the Nine Nether Valley.
This is the Dragon Kingdom's most secret training ground. Surrounded by snow that never melts, the air is filled with a dense, almost liquefied, spiritual energy. Dozens of burly men, their auras like dragons and their eyes like lightning, are shirtless, engaged in a frenzied battle in the extreme cold of minus forty degrees Celsius. Every punch and kick they exchanged produces a series of explosive sounds.
They are the elite of the Dragon Group, the last line of defense for this country. Each of them is a "Martial Saint" or "Grand Magister" capable of suppressing a region.
However, at this moment, these proud and aloof elite soldiers were staring disdainfully at the figure slowly walking towards the base entrance.
Ye Feng was wearing a loose-fitting camouflage uniform and a pair of faded canvas shoes. He was also holding an enamel mug with two goji berries floating in it.
No matter how you look at it, he looks like a retired old man who wandered onto the wrong movie set.
"Has the higher-ups gone mad? Is this the 'ultimate instructor' they've brought in?" A burly man, two meters tall and covered in lightning runes, spat. He was the captain of the Dragon Group's first team, nicknamed "Thunder God." "With that little body, I could blow him all the way to the East China Sea with just a breath!"
"I heard she's an arts and culture soldier? How about she dances a loyalty dance for us, or plays the saxophone?" Another woman carrying a heavy sword sneered. She was a descendant of a reclusive family, codenamed "Cold Moon".
The crowd burst into laughter, the sound so loud that the snow above the canyon tumbled down.
Ye Feng walked unhurriedly to the front of the crowd, lifted the lid of his enamel cup, blew on the steam, took a sip, and then slowly pushed up his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.
"Finished laughing? If you're done laughing, then gather around." Ye Feng's voice was calm, yet it precisely suppressed everyone's laughter. "My name is Ye Feng, and from today onwards, you are all under my jurisdiction. There is only one rule: my word is law."
"Destiny? You dare to claim it!" Lei Gong took a step forward, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, crackling with lightning, and slammed directly towards Ye Feng's face with a destructive aura. "Let me see if your 'destiny' can withstand my thunderous strike!"
That punch is enough to shatter a heavy tank!
However, Ye Feng didn't move at all, he just sighed helplessly.
"Young man, you're quite strong, but your aim is a bit off."
Ye Feng simply stretched out two fingers and effortlessly pinched Lei Gong's incomparably violent fist.
In that instant, the lightning that was originally powerful enough to shatter the void, upon touching Ye Feng's fingertips, instantly shrank back like a startled snake and disappeared without a trace.
"What?!" Lei Gong's pupils shrank sharply. He felt as if his punch had struck an endless starry sky, and the unfathomable fear made his scalp tingle.
"go back."
Ye Feng casually flicked his wrist.
Bang--!
Lei Gong's body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was as if he had been struck head-on by a giant beast of time and space. He was sent flying over a hundred meters away and crashed heavily into the rock wall of Kunlun Mountain, where he could not be pried out.
The entire room fell silent.
The mockery on the faces of those elite soldiers froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter horror as if they had seen a ghost.
One move! Not even a single move, just a casual flick of the wrist, and he instantly killed Lei Gong, the number one fighter in the Dragon Group?
"Anyone else who disagrees? Anyone who wants to teach me how to play the saxophone can come up here." Ye Feng took another sip of tea, his eyes as clear as a young boy's.
"I don't believe it! Are you a mental awakener? Or did you use some forbidden treasure?" Leng Yue shouted, and the heavy sword on her back transformed into a long rainbow, carrying the sharpness to tear through space, aiming straight for Ye Feng's head.
"Sword control technique? That's all show and no substance."
Ye Feng didn't even look at it. He took out a rusty piece of iron from his pocket, which he had originally intended to use to prop up the corner of the table, and casually tossed it into the air.
"Press".
boom--!
The moment the iron piece left my hand, it, which was originally only the size of a fingernail, grew larger in mid-air and instantly transformed into a phantom of a towering, pitch-black mountain.
This is no ordinary weight; it is the Nine Heavens Profound Weight True Meaning that Ye Feng casually compressed and expelled!
The moment the heavy sword, Changhong, touched the illusory image of the divine mountain, it shattered into countless pieces. Moreover, the entire ground of the Kunlun Mountain Nine Nether Valley sank a full ten meters in that instant!
Thump! Thump!
Those once arrogant and domineering soldiers felt as if an entire dimension was pressing down on their shoulders. Their faces turned pale, and they all knelt down in unison, their spines creaking under the weight.
"What... what kind of power is this? Is this even human?" Leng Yue knelt on the snow, her eyes filled with despair and worship.
"This is called weight training."
Ye Feng stood beneath the phantom of the divine mountain, one hand in his pocket, as if walking on flat ground. "This thing only weighs 108,000 jin, which is about the weight of a single hair on my head. When you can stand up with it on your back, then we can talk about killing the enemy and serving the country."
"Ali, come here and keep count. Whoever collapses first gets half the dinner and goes to the mountaintop to catch two 'Polar Tyrannosaurus Rex' to give everyone a good 'teeth-training'."
"Alright! Director... oh no, Instructor!"
Hu Yanli, dressed in an oversized instructor's uniform and carrying a massive alloy rod covered in lightning, emerged from the back of the base. The slightest hint of his powerfully muscular physique sent shivers down the spines of the surrounding superhumans into a frenzy.
"Hehe, Captain, these little brats are tough, they need to be taught a lesson."
For the next month, the Dragon Group base turned into a living hell.
In the eyes of these elite soldiers, Ye Feng was no longer human, but a demon god.
He made them capture the "Shadow Demons" living in the subspace rifts with their bare hands; he made them recite "The Art of War" at the bottom of a lava lake, and if they mispronounced a word, they would be locked in the "Void Realm" to experience ten thousand years of loneliness; he even opened up a "Training Ground for All Gods" in the back mountain of the base, and threw these elite soldiers into it every day to fight against those ferocious beasts that could devour gods.
"Instructor...please, I really can't run anymore..." At this moment, Leng Yue had lost all her saintly aloofness. Her face was covered in mud as she lay on the ground, carrying a piece of wood that Ye Feng had casually imbued with the "Ten Thousandfold Curse" on her back.
"Can't run? Perfect, I just added a 'Heavenly Thunder Array' to this piece of wood. If you don't accelerate in three seconds, it will give you a 'shock therapy'." Ye Feng sat in a comfortable rocking chair, next to Ning Rongrong, who had made him some chilled mung bean soup.
"Ah—! Ye Feng, you're not human!" Leng Yue screamed, unleashing unprecedented potential as she transformed into a blur and darted away.
While the Dragon Group base was conducting intensive training, the outside world was in an uproar.
The alien "Olympus" God Warriors and the "Asgard" Vanguard, having achieved repeated successes at the border, actually gathered ten "pseudo-god" level powerhouses and openly challenged the Dragon Kingdom.
"The Dragon Kingdom has no more war gods! Hand over the Kunlun Spiritual Vein, or we will massacre the Demon Capital within three days!"
The provocative video spread across the internet, filling the people of China with righteous indignation, yet also with immense anxiety. This was because the Dragon Group had been completely silent for a full month.
Three days later, at Kunlun Pass.
Ten Western false gods, radiating holy golden light and wielding thunder and divine shields, hovered arrogantly in mid-air. Below them stood tens of thousands of supernatural beings.
"This is the so-called forbidden area of the Dragon Kingdom? It seems those cowards are too scared to come out and are hiding in their caves." The leader, "God of War" Ares, laughed wildly.
Just then, amidst the swirling snow of the Kunlun Mountains, came the sound of synchronized footsteps.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Every step caused the earth to tremble, as if a group of ancient behemoths were awakening.
Thirty men and women dressed in tattered Dragon Group uniforms, carrying heavy and strange loads, slowly emerged from the snow. Their auras were extremely restrained, yet they gave off a terrifying illusion of facing an endless abyss.
"Oh, a bunch of beggars have come out?" Ares curled his lip in disdain.
At the back of the line, Ye Feng, still holding his enamel teacup, walked lazily behind, with the towering Hu Yanli beside him.
"Instructor, is it these flies making noise outside?" Lei Gong had undergone a complete transformation, and the lightning in his eyes had turned into a dark gold color, which was the "Primordial Thunder Technique" that Ye Feng had taught him.
"Hmm, you're disturbing my sleep." Ye Feng took a breath of fresh air and said calmly, "Ali, start the timer. If you can't finish in three minutes, everyone go back to base and do an extra 10,000 laps."
"Don't worry, instructor! Three minutes is giving them a thumbs up!"
Lei Gong roared and vanished instantly.
boom--!
At that moment, thunder and lightning roared over Kunlun Pass! The once arrogant Ares hadn't even seen the Thunder God's movements when he was shattered from the air by an iron fist carrying the aura of "cause and effect tearing," and golden divine blood splattered all over the snow.
"What?! Ares was killed in one punch?"
The other nine false gods were terrified and unleashed their divine artifacts.
However, the Dragon Group elites, who had already endured Ye Feng's "inhuman torture," were now like killing gods crawling out of hell.
With a swing of his heavy sword, Leng Yue unleashed a massive ice storm, instantly freezing the three goddesses into ice shards. The remaining elite soldiers, like tigers among sheep, unleashed punches imbued with the power of laws, shattering the divine essence of those so-called "gods," who cried out in despair.
Two minutes and fifty seconds.
The only sounds on the battlefield were the wind and snow. All ten false gods were annihilated!
The entire internet fell silent, then erupted in cheers loud enough to shake the heavens!
"This is the Dragon Group! This is the backbone of our Dragon Nation!"
Ye Feng stepped forward, looked at the shattered artifacts scattered on the ground, and disdainfully kicked away a golden shield.
"This piece of junk is so bad that it would take up too much space to even be used to build a toilet in the village."
He turned his head and looked at the thirty soldiers who stood tall and proud, their faces full of admiration, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.
"Alright, stop posing there. Today's battle went so-so. We'll have a special dinner tonight: a whole hydra roasted meat for everyone."
"Hooray! Long live the instructor!"
Just as everyone was cheering, the void rippled slightly.
Ning Rongrong, Su Jiu'er, and Xiao Wu, the three wives of the Great Emperor, dressed in smart camouflage military uniforms, descended upon Ye Feng's side.
"Instructor Ye, you've become famous throughout the land." Ning Rongrong straightened Ye Feng's collar, her eyes teasing. "I heard you recently took on a female disciple named Leng Yue? And you're personally instructing her in swordsmanship?"
"Ahem! That was for business purposes, purely because she's so talented..." Ye Feng coughed, feeling that Su Jiu'er had her eye on the tender flesh around his waist.
"Is that so? Your Majesty, I feel that my 'Nine Netherworld Charm Technique' also needs your personal guidance. How about tonight?" Su Jiu'er's breath was as fragrant as orchids, but her voice sent chills down Ye Feng's spine.
"No, no, no, ladies, we still need to go back to base to summarize our experience..."
Without saying a word, Ye Feng immediately mounted the military motorcycle that Hu Yanli had just pushed out.
"Ali! Drive! Quickly take me back to base to change my medicine... no, I mean change my defense!"
"Alright! Captain, hold on tight!"
In the afterglow of the setting sun, on the snowfield stained red with blood, the Great Emperor Ye, who ruled over all realms, was once again pursued by three goddesses and disappeared into the depths of the Kunlun Mountains.
I am Ye Feng. I can annihilate a divine kingdom with a single palm strike, and I can also lead an invincible iron army that sweeps across dimensions. In this world, who dares to call themselves a god? Before me, they all have to kneel down and sing "Conquer"! Because I am—the one and only legend.
Amidst the swirling snow and the deafening roar of the Dragon Group, the Emperor's King of Soldiers training program came to a perfect end in a way that was both incredibly exhilarating and heartwarming!