Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

While Su Ling was still in a dilemma, the entire five large teams of War God Army Group, from the higher-ups to the low-level soldiers, were in an uproar.    

    

Especially the explanation of the Freedom Army, as their War God Army Group s exploded like atomic bombs, causing everyone to be unable to react for a while.    

    

Freedom Army?    

    

Unique spot?    

    

Is it possible to mobilize and freeze any resources within the legion?    

    

Is that possible?    

    

How is this possible?    

    

All the soldiers who saw this military type could not understand why there would be an existence of such an army type like Freedom Army. Wasn't this just simply looking for trouble and making things difficult for oneself?    

    

The middle ranking officer, who was slightly more astute, saw something even higher.    

    

In other words, although this military could not mobilize the army, its authority was no different from that of the military commander. In fact, it was even higher than that of the military commander, because even the military commander could not freeze or mobilize any of the resources.    

    

To put it roughly, he had found a damn father for himself. He was even closer to him than a real father. He had to give in, be filial, and also act based on others' faces …    

    

Although the army wasn't as chaotic as the outside world, it still had a lot of private space. Soldiers were human beings, and to put it bluntly, they were just making a living.    

    

Now... To think that there would be such an army. Was this not letting them live?    

    

It was a good thing that the higher-ups of the military had discovered the situation in time. Many of them could not help but heave a sigh of relief, especially the captains who wielded all the power.    

    

An officer voting?    

    

Stop joking, as long as you're not a fool, you know what to do. Who would be so free as to find a father for themselves?    

    

On the contrary, even people were curious about Zhang Yang's identity. The military respected the strong, especially for the soldiers at the basic level, there was a portion of them who actually supported this military.    

    

Zhang Yang?    

    

Who is he?    

    

What kind of status did that guy have that he could single-handedly sweep away one hundred elite soldiers?    

    

"..."    

    

At this moment, in the training hall of the mysterious department.    

    

Zhang Yang's expression had returned to normal. Looking at the ten members lined up neatly opposite him, he said lightly, "I will train you guys for three days. Now, if you don't want to, you can get lost."    

    

No one replied. His words instead stirred up the morale in everyone's hearts. Their gazes of anticipation were mixed with provocation. "Alright, since no one has left, let's begin now. Long story short, before I start, I only have one sentence to say."    

    

At this point, Zhang Yang paused, swept his eyes across everyone present, and then said softly, "Remember, the power of perception is the most important part, regardless of whether it is the mental Secret Skill or the power of close combat, it all belongs to the extension of perception."    

    

He didn't care if the others understood or not, and immediately said, "In the following training, I will activate your perceptive abilities until you meet my requirements."    

    

Sensory Perception!    

    

Everyone had their own perception, but in the outside world, there were simply too few Secret Skill s of spirit power. Even if it was a Five Star Realm level expert, they still wouldn't be able to use their perception.    

    

Everyone knew about the existence of Sensory Perception. They could also use the data to measure the number of crystals. However, the number of crystals that could be used on their own was too little.    

    

In battle, it would naturally apply to perception, but that was a kind of passive application, just like eating and sleeping; it was already a habit.    

    

At that moment, after hearing Zhang Yang's words, the ten team members all had excited expressions. Everyone understood the principle of perception, but the process of becoming active was not that simple.    

    

"Sir, we..." Can we train with them? " Beside him, Hu Yong suddenly said in a loud voice. Obviously, he was once again instigated to be the leader.    

    

"Come." Zhang Yang showed an indifferent expression.    

    

Hu Yong and the other three guys rubbed their hands in excitement and laughed. They ran to the opposite side and lined up in two straight lines.    

    

Seeing that everyone was ready, Zhang Yang didn't waste any more time on nonsense. He suddenly opened his arms and continuously moved in the air as if he was creating a huge net.    

    

Then...    

    

Everyone's expression changed in an instant. With Zhang Yang as the center, the air started to become viscous and started to spread. It started to slow down to a fast speed and then it covered everyone in an instant.    

    

At this moment, it was difficult for them to describe their feelings. They felt as if they had fallen into a strange environment. Their bodies felt like they were in a gravity room, but at the same time, the neurons in their minds were being attacked.    

    

This kind of attack was very strange. It was like a needle stabbing into a wall, slowly strengthening and forcing oneself to resist.    

    

In fact, the resistance in their hearts was not voluntary resistance but passive resistance. And the strength of resistance was the power of perception.    

    

No one dared to be distracted. As the pain deepened, they all subconsciously felt a sense of danger. If they couldn't withstand it, then the power outside would oppress them, causing a terrifying backlash.    

    

However, if he could withstand the pressure, it was highly likely that he would be able to activate his own perception, turning passivity into initiative.    

    

Amongst the crowd, Han Guoer understood this the most. A long time ago, her grandfather, Han Feipeng, also used this method to train her, but then for some reason, she stopped.    

    

Furthermore, she understood that this kind of training method might seem ordinary, but it was actually extremely dangerous. Furthermore, they were both training in a situation where they were familiar with each other. This kind of training method was something she had never heard of before.    

    

It was hard to believe that one person could put pressure on fourteen people at the same time and be so accurate as to be able to sense everyone.    

    

Is this guy a monster?    

    

She was absolutely sure that even if her grandfather Han Feipeng was standing here, he wouldn't dare to face everyone at the same time. It wasn't a question of whether they were strong or not, but that everyone had different perception and couldn't face so many people at the same time.    

    

Under such pressure, their solid foundation was exposed. No one dared to move, but their hearts were filled with excitement.    

    

However, when the crowd saw Zhang Yang walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, they became even more respectful.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly smiled evilly, "Alright, the time for me to adapt has come to an end. I'm going to really start now. Hehe, rookies, enjoy yourself."    

    

Swish!    

    

In the next moment, everyone's expression changed. An enormous pressure fell from the sky. This feeling was extremely strange. It was like countless thin needles had stabbed into the soft flesh of their bodies. It was indescribably uncomfortable.    

    

"Noobs, this is a battle. Since it's a fight, we might lose our lives. We don't want to become vegetable and brain-dead fellows. Work hard."    

    

Han Guoer had experience in this area. Although she knew that the final result could not be changed, the longer she persisted, the greater the improvement. If she was lucky, then she might be able to activate her perception in the next moment.    

    

Zhang Yang glanced at Han Guoer and then looked at Loong Fei in the crowd. A trace of admiration appeared in his eyes.    

    

This was because the two of them had quickly entered the 'Forgotten' realm, blocking all distracting thoughts and forgetting the pain. Using their entire bodies to fight back was definitely a good method.    

    

Talent?    

    

To him, that thing was just a piece of trash. What he valued the most was attitude.    

    

As long as he was fierce and firm enough and maintained his proper attitude, he could turn an ordinary person into an expert.    

    

In his eyes, everything in this world was made up of particles. Everyone was the same, but the particles in the human body were very strange. They needed a special method to complete them.    

    

However, Zhang Yang had the key.    

    

Very soon, someone fell to the ground. It was two people in a row, Hu Yang and Ye Liner.    

    

In such a short period of time, both Hu Yang and Ye Liner had been drenched in sweat. Although the pressure on their bodies had been lifted, it was still difficult for them to move even a blink of an eye apart from their slightly heaving chests.    

    

This was true exhaustion, exhaustion from the inside out. Their perception had already been completely drained, or else their attacks would not have stopped.    

    

One had to know, Zhang Yang's perceptive attack was like a second hand that kept on moving forward, and their passive resistance would only end up in vain.    

    

Hu Yong and the other three's expressions were grave as they fought with all their might. Actually, they were already quite old. Every improvement was not easy, and they obviously didn't want to miss such an opportunity.    

    

Although the potential of these four guys was not that great, Zhang Yang was quite impressed with their attitude and their foundation was relatively solid. It was not bad that they could do this, because Zhang Yang had a much greater perception towards them.    

    

Loong Fei gritted his teeth as he opened his eyes. The size of his eyes became larger and larger. In the end, his eyeballs were about to pop out and the veins on his forehead were pulsing. He was about to collapse.    

    

Boundless pressure was draining his last bit of strength. Moreover, he could feel that his perception was already exhausted. He was unwilling to give up, but in the end, he still weakly fell to the ground.    

    

He also could not understand why the third time would cause him to fall. Could it be that the others were much stronger than him?    

    

What I don't know is that the pressure Zhang Yang gave him was the same as Hu Yong's group of four, at the instructor level.    

    

Three minutes later, the party members had all fallen to the ground one by one. Soon, all fourteen of them were lying on the ground. Only the sound of passive breathing could be heard in the hall.    

    

Clap clap!    

    

Suddenly, a burst of crackling sounds came from the hall, followed by the sound of an evil voice.    

    

"Not a single one has been activated. This is too disappointing. Alright, we will start again in three minutes."    

    

The crowd was expressionless. Until now, they hadn't realized that the events that followed would be a nightmare that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.    

    

And that evil, unforgettable smile!    

    

Originally, he had thought that activating the sensing ability's active characteristic would allow him to passively resist the dual pressure in this strange space. Then, he would gradually move forward until his perception had become passive and active.    

    

However, soon after, with an evil smile and cold eyes, Zhang Yang ruthlessly told them that active oppression and passive resistance were just warm-up exercises, while active training to truly activate the perception was constantly forcing them.    

    

Forced what?    

    

No one knew.    

    

Three minutes later, all the team members struggled to stand up. At this moment, they saw that Zhang Yang was holding a black ground whip in his hand and holding a cigarette in his mouth. He was laughing like a demon king.    

    

They couldn't help but shiver. Everyone simultaneously looked at Ye Liner. This was clearly her whip. When did it land in Zhang Yang's hand?    

    

Ye Liner was also astonished. She had brought her whip with her at all times. She had no idea when it had disappeared.    

    

"Alright, the longest perseverance this time is eight minutes, the shortest time is six minutes. Everyone must improve in the following battles until the activation of perception is activated."    

    

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, but no one objected. Of course, this was also due to their extreme confidence. No one would think that they were incapable.