Strongest Soldier King Chapter 1408 1408: Clash of Blade and Sword

Ti slowly passed, and the contestants were on their way back. No one cheated, no one slacked off. As a mber of the Special Forces, everyone had their dignity and honor to uphold, and they were above engaging in such acts. Luo Zheng saw that it was about ti, and, along with Ghost Hand and others, left the monitoring room and headed to the outdoor training field.

Not long after, the shadow of a contestant appeared at the gate, staggering and on the verge of collapse, but never falling. His training clothes were soaked, sweat dripped from his face, and he was panting heavily, looking severely exhausted. It was Fu Di. Luo Zheng raised his wrist to check his watch and was pleasantly surprised that Fu Di not only arrived first but ten minutes early. This speed was nearly catching up to his own. He exchanged a look with Ghost Hand and the others.

"This speed has already reached the standard of an Ordinary Soldier King. Even if the others don't match up, I want him. Our squad needs soone like this to serve as a spearhead," Ghost Hand said with a serious expression.

"Don't bother; the younger brother has been predetermined for . We'll discuss after the results are out," Mountain Eagle said discontentedly.

"Look quickly, who's here," Snow Leopard said quietly.

"Huh, this person should be Wei Jun. His appearance and the data photo look very similar. I didn't expect his speed to be good, arriving second. He's quite a character," Ghost Hand said in surprise.

Luo Zheng locked his sharp gaze on the approaching Wei Jun and noticed that Wei Jun was also looking at him, evidently sensing his scrutiny, surprised by it. This guy's perception wasn't bad; seemingly not simple. Luo Zheng took a closer look and saw that this person carried a domineering air all over, like a drawn military knife, full of authority. Fu Di, in contrast, seed like a sheathed sword, with hidden sharpness.

A knife and a sword, different styles. Who would be the last to laugh? Luo Zheng anticipated. Setting prejudices aside, Wei Jun's ability to arrive in such a short ti showed so skill. Luo Zheng smiled, observing the two running without moving, more people gathered to cheer on the sidelines.

The distance between them was not far, only about ten ters. Fu Di ran ahead, every step heavy as if filled with lead, seemingly about to fall down, extrely exhausted. Wei Jun was doing relatively better, gradually closing the distance, looking as if he might overtake Fu Di.

With about a hundred ters to the starting line, Luo Zheng watched the two without moving. When Fu Di staggered past him, seemingly about to collapse, Luo Zheng said quietly, "Think about how your girlfriend died."

Fu Di's blurry eyes glanced at Luo Zheng and his expression drastically changed, his whole body stiffened, his eyes suddenly opened widely. He shouted loudly: Ah——! As if injected with endless energy, he ran forward frantically, his feet moving swiftly, shouting while running, venting sothing. Those watching were stunned, forgetting to cheer or applaud, their faces full of disbelief that soone seemingly about to collapse could still unleash potential?

Luo Zheng saw this, smiled. This burst allowed Fu Di to surpass the bottleneck again, his future speed could increase by over thirty percent, matching Luo Zheng's. Faster than Ghost Hand and others, a promising candidate indeed. Ghost Hand and the others recognized the reason, envy filled their eyes watching Fu Di collapse after crossing the starting line, they smiled. The Fourth Squadron had gained another speed demon brother.

"Good!" Many people stood up to cheer. The first place was settled. Fu Di's speed and persistence won applause. Following Fu Di, Wei Jun's arrival seed less impressive. Everyone was amazed by Fu Di's desperate sprint and incredible explosive power.

The unconscious Fu Di was taken away by already prepared military doctors. Whether he could achieve sothing depended on when he woke up. Luo Zheng understood the reason, saw Captain Li approaching, and gave Ghost Hand and the others a look to conduct the timing test. He approached with congratulations, "Congratulations."

"Let's talk aside," Captain Li said quietly, signaling Luo Zheng to a secluded spot and said softly, "That guy, Fu Di, is promising. But the ti is too short. The other one, Wei Jun, nicknad Bayonet, you know his situation. Five years a soldier, three years in the Special Forces, well-trained and enduring. If it weren't for Fu Di's last burst, Wei Jun would certainly have outrun him."

"Mm." Luo Zheng smiled noncommittally, not ntioning his words that provoked Fu Di, and asked, "You aren't looking for just to say this, are you?"

"Of course, the results will soon be out, how should we select for the next round? Need to prepare anything? Leaders from other military regions also want specific details," Captain Li asked.

"Tell them, the competition is tomorrow night, specifics not disclosed yet," Luo Zheng said seriously, his expression stern.

"Tomorrow night?" Captain Li looked at Luo Zheng in surprise. Twenty kiloters is tough but manageable. Resting for a few hours, nothing would happen by afternoon. Why wait until tomorrow night? Suddenly clarifying, understanding that Luo Zheng was helping him, Fu Di's recovery ti uncertain, a competition in the afternoon would hinder performance, whereas the next night allows substantial rest. Gratefully smiling, he said, "Okay, settled. I'll report back to them."

After Captain Li departed, Luo Zheng headed to the starting line, saw Wei Jun gritting his teeth to approach slowly, puzzled at him. Soon, Wei Jun reached Luo Zheng, saluted with difficulty, gasping, he said, "Hello, Chief." The severe exhaustion made saluting and speaking challenging for Wei Jun.

"You've worked hard, anything to say?" Luo Zheng questioned curiously.

Wei Jun looked around, ensuring no one could hear, and spoke with difficulty, "Family affairs have nothing to do with . I only hope to go into battle to kill the enemy, hoping you could give a fair chance."

"Can you do it?" Luo Zheng calmly asked back.

"I can," Wei Jun answered seriously.

"Give a reason," Luo Zheng asked calmly.

"My surna is Wei, with my own family's honor and mission, co from three generations of military families, knowing what to do and not to do. My grandfather asked to convey a ssage: soldiers should die in battle, not in political arenas. The Wei family is the Wei family, the Song family is the Song family. I only ask for a fair chance," Wei Jun said seriously, filled with sincerity and desire in his eyes.

"Go, perform well," Luo Zheng's expression shifted, seriously said, "If I can be friends with Song Yun, I can accept you, Wei Jun. A true man distinguishes grievances clearly. Those good to are brothers, are friends. Those who wish harm have only one outco. I've given you a chance, hope you don't disappoint ."

"Thank you, Chief." Wei Jun gratefully saluted, suddenly blacked out, fainting to the ground.