The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 163

Chapter 163: The Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art, and an Iron Men Are Tender as Well

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Du Yu's expression now contained an additional hint of pride. "Zhanpeng has done quite well. He has provoked his food constantly using words. And the food itself has been diligently training without end. Its strength has risen by quite a bit, you know."

"Excellent." Du Hen's eyes were filled with a smile of gratification. "Zhanpeng, this kid, has always been smart since he was small. He has never stopped provoking his own food, pushing it to quickly grow, so that it can provide him with nutrients. Zhanpeng is much smarter than you in this regard."

"That's right." Du Yu's expression contained deeply the same feeling as he nodded his head without end. "Yeah, Zhanpeng, this kid, is indeed smart."

"When there's time, have Zhanpeng provoke the food some more." Du Hen turned around the corner of the corridor. "The food's body still contains some of the outstanding blood of our Du Family, no matter how one looks at it. Its latent potential should not be limited to just this. The food can be increased with a bit more nutrition when the time comes."

Du Yu nodded and didn't say anything farther. He looked at the back of his own father and thought about the nickname that the military circle had given this old man—Viper King!

That's right! Viper King!

Many people believed that the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art and the Phaseless Water Bird Art were two mystical arts that even money couldn't buy. However, very few people knew the truth. These two mystical arts were actually part of a single mystical art. Its original name was called the Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art.

It was just that this mystical art was far too divine. Even if you were a genius at martial arts, if you were to cultivate the entire set of this mystical art from the beginning, there was nearly a hundred percent chance that you would cultivate to the second level and die from your meridians rupturing and exploding!

There was only one method if one sought to truly cultivate the entire set of this mystical art! First, the mystical art had to be divided, such that two people cultivated in it. However, ultimately one of the cultivators would become food for the other, providing all of himself for the other to succeed.

With the conference having made a decision, the gigantic and highly efficient machine that was the military began to quickly turn its gears. All sorts of departments—ones that did intelligence lookups, ones that provide weapons, and ones that provided transport—all began to diligently do work.

In the skies above Happy Paradise Island, the moon hung, shining brightly. All the recruits in this training soaked in rest to recover their fatigued bodies. During this time, the gunshot of a P308 streaked across the night sky, awakening all the soldiers that were fast asleep.

"Assemble! Immediately!"

Having undergone two weeks of training already, the recruits no longer displayed the chaos they had on the first night upon waking up. Everyone used the shortest amount of time to assemble together.

"Kids, I'm going to tell you some good news." Satan's raspy voice was several decibels louder than in the past. "Today, you all don't need to be tortured and abused by this boss any longer."

Several X2 helicopters let out the ringing of muffled thunder through their propellers. They appeared above the skies of the training ground. Their propellers revolved at high speeds, setting off gales of wind. This caused countless trees to sway back and forth.

Satan pointed at the skies above. "These helicopters will bring you to engage in true combat! Everyone, listen to this boss well. The mission this time is your standard level mission! It is reasonable to say that even soldiers who have just entered a special forces unit for a year won't have the qualifications to take this mission. I don't know whether or not the big officials of the military have had their brains fried bad, but you've been dispatched to carry out this mission, and they are not letting me, the drill instructor, go with you. Therefore…"

Satan drew in a deep breath before roaring at unprecedented levels. "Everyone, listen well and seriously to this boss! This time is not practice! This time is not training! It is a true execution of a combat mission! Your opponents are crafty, vicious, and ruthless terrorists! Therefore, all you need to be a bit more clever than usual for this boss when you reach the battlefield! Return safely back for this boss! This boss hasn't finished playing with you all. None of you are allowed to die for this boss! Do you understand yet?"

The recruits all rubbed their nose, which ached a little. This Drill Instructor Satan regarded face as all too important far too much. He wasn't even a single bit honest during this time, saying that he was worried about them.

"Are you all deaf? Or are you all scared out of your wits?" The P308 in Satan's hands pointed to the sky. In an instant, his gun fired, completely emptying its ammunition cartridge. "Why aren't you guys responding?"

"Reporting as ordered, sir! Heard you loud and clear!"

Nearly 100 recruits roared, veins bulging from their necks. Their roaring voices, which nearly shredded their throats, made the earth seem like it was trembling.

"Excellent!" Satan waved his hand. "Right now, you can all beat it!"

"Reporting as ordered, sir! We are beating it!"

Nearly a hundred recruits struck with the most standard military salute in a uniform manner.

"Okay!" Satan gave the recruits a military salute for the first time. "Remember: all of you need to safely beat it back for this boss! Most especially Mute! You kid, don't have your brain grow hot just by hearing about terrorists and forget how to write the word death!"

Mute, who usually had an expression that said the entire world owed him money, revealed a hint of a rare and tender smile. It was just that this hint of a smile, from the perspective of the others, gave off a premonition that wasn't good.

"Snake Head, look after your companion well, okay!"

Satan faced the rope that had been tossed down from the helicopter, made for climbing up, and continue to warn over and over with crazy roars.

"Scoundrel drill instructor, just relax and things will be fine."

Snake Head simply placed the fingers of his hand toward his skull. He used a very smooth sliding movement of around a foot in length to confidently perform the standard military salute for goodbye.

"Scoundrel?" Satan rubbed his smooth head. He was very proud as he spoke in a low voice. "This boss likes this name. You group of little scoundrels need to come back alive for sure."

"Captain, has the heads of that group of senior officers gone mad? They are actually dispatching these recruits to execute an level mission? People will certainly die. And it won't be a small number like just one or two…"

"Rubbish! How can you say such things about the military, who stand tall and see far?" Satan viciously shut the mouth of his subordinate up. "That group of pigs is no different than a group of idiots! This is how you should praise them."

"Yes! Captain's lecture is correct. That group of pigs is no different from a group of idiots!"

The last person of the near one hundred recruits finally boarded a helicopter. The X2s' propellers let out a roar of excitement toward war. The helicopters left the island at a speed of over four hundred kilometers per hour.

Satan silently leaned against the trunk of a large tree. He raised his head to look at the X2 helicopters that were leaving. He muttered to himself. "It would've been better if this boss was given two more weeks. This boss could've trained them some more, and they would have better chances to survive. Mute, you kid, must be calm. You will become an outstanding soldier and an extremely outstanding commander. You must not get so hotheaded that you die because of it."

The several X2 Combat Helicopters lashed with their enormous propellers. Waves and waves of rumbling sounds clashed and diffused the clouds ahead of them.

The sudden appearance of a mission caused everyone to have, more or less, the feeling of being caught unprepared.

The recruits had all sorts of different expressions, but all of them had faint wrinkles of uneasiness and excitement on their foreheads.

Real combat! This was completely different from live ammunition training.

Practically no one had truly experienced the battlefield. It was extremely difficult to say that they weren't nervous about executing this mission.

Lin Ling leaned against the cabin wall of the aircraft. Her expression was just the same as during training. She was as calm as if she were fast asleep, not a hint of emotion could be seen in regards to the battle ahead.

On the other hand, Du Zhanpeng looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest. Likewise, it was very hard to tell from his body any signs of emotions in regards to any battles that might occur.

"Mute, did you already forget what Drill Instructor Satan told you?"

Snake Head looked at his companion with unease. This man had a display that could barely be considered normal before he boarded the helicopter. Right now, his entire person had completely changed into a different appearance.

A dense killing intent enveloped around his body. His two eyes, which normally carried faint grief, was now without a trace of that emotion.

In the place of his usual eyes were a pair of inhuman-like eyes. There was the glow of wildness and viciousness mixed together, often seen in an injured leopard.

If one were to lock gazes for a mere instant, one would feel a cold chill disperse from the marrow of their bones.

Mute was silent all this time. His two rows of teeth endlessly collided together, letting out thumps without end. Those weren't clatterings that were due to fear, but rather a mix of fury and excitement.

Snake Head looked at Qin Fen, very much worried. Mute's strength might not be the strongest among the recruits, but excluding Lin Ling, Du Zhanpeng, Du Peng, and Qin Fen, there really weren't any who could steadily beat him in a solo fight.

Snake Head didn't want to look for Du Zhanpeng for help. He didn't want his own bro to become one of Du Zhanpeng's dogs in the future.

As for Du Peng and Lin Ling, Snake Head did not think he would be able to count on them. On the other hand, Qin Fen had that steady atmosphere about him. He even received Mute's respect during recruit training.

"Just leave him like that."

Qin Fen's faint words brought the same hint of grief.

Their interactions during these two weeks made it so that everyone had a fundamental understanding of each other. Qin Fen, in this very opportune situation, found out about the matter regarding Mute.

The Mute of five years ago had a happy and blissful family. At the same time, he was a youth with an open and optimistic personality. He even had the dream of becoming a hero.

But then an incident of nightmares came falling upon his world. When Mute got out of school and returned home, the scene he saw caused his personality to greatly change.

His father, mother, and even the girl who had come to his house to play—whom he was secretly in love with—all laid in pools of blood.

Not a single one of the three people had their clothing intact. Not a single one of the corpses was intact. None of them had eyes any longer. Six eyeballs had been dug out of their eye sockets, and the coagulated blood remained as scarlet red within the sockets.

None of them had tongues any longer. The attackers had feared that they would yell out and had cut off their tongues. Their clothes weren't intact, for the attacker didn't let the chance to vent beastly desires go.

It was as if everything in the room had stopped. Only the video camera behind the oil painting on the wall hadn't stopped operating. Mute had placed a camera there, wishing to secretly record his family life and submit the video to the "I love my family" video competition.

A child, who was thirteen years old, shivered as he opened the video recorded by the camera and watched the inhuman scene. He heard his loved ones still whimper and shout even after their tongues has been cut out. He watched the scene of each eye being dug out five fingers, ripped out while they were still alive.

And so, the world lost one optimistic youth that day, and in his place gained a silent man who was known as Mute.

Mute looked up several materials and information and gradually came to know that the attackers who had barged in on his family were known as terrorists. Their primary target had been to seize the research material stored on his father's computer.

Chapter end

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