Chapter 558: From now on, you are mine!
One isn’t enough for a fight?
Isn’t that a little too arrogant?
In the eyes of outsiders, the Divine Machine Camp was a group of monsters. They were the elites of every unit, the beings closest to the rank of Soldier King. Any one of them could easily take down a hundred ordinary soldiers. If this unit were deployed for a collective operation, they could effortlessly handle an army of ten thousand men.
For that reason, they never respected any new instructors, and they certainly didn’t respect ordinary people.
But now, Lin Mu had actually said that one of them wasn’t enough for a fight? This wasn’t just belittling them; it was a humiliation to the Divine Machine Camp—a humiliation to every single one of them!
"Instructor Lin, I alone am enough!" Ma Biao stepped forward, his face filled with anger. "Instructor Lin, I, Ma Biao, challenge you!"
"You?" Lin Mu shook his head. "You’re even worse."
It wasn’t that Lin Mu was bragging. These men really were too weak. Although they were seen as monsters by outsiders, in Lin Mu’s eyes, they were just ordinary people who were slightly stronger than average.
"We won’t know if I’m good enough until we try!" Anger flared in Ma Biao’s eyes. He had just realized something. The one who had carried the boat and walked on water was Shi Potian, not Lin Mu! That was why he dared to issue a challenge. Shi Potian was formidable, but could Lin Mu really be even more formidable than him? Ma Biao figured that Lin Mu was just riding on the coattails of Shi Potian’s earlier display to deliberately provoke them. After all, if the entire esteemed Divine Machine Camp had to fight him, it would be an embarrassing story even if they won.
"Fine," Lin Mu nodded and said, "Since you want to challenge me, I’ll give you a chance."
Ma Biao stepped forward and took an offensive stance. "Instructor Lin, are you ready?"
"Come on. Don’t waste time," Lin Mu said, sounding somewhat impatient.
"Alright!"
Ma Biao was incredibly tall, built like an iron tower. His strength was astounding, and his speed was nothing to scoff at. Once, in a bare-handed battle, Ma Biao had taken down more than two hundred opponents. It was after that fight that he was selected to join the Divine Machine Camp. After all this time training with them, Ma Biao’s strength had become even more formidable.
"Ah, why didn’t I think of that?" Monkey said, having an epiphany. "The person who carried the boat across the waves wasn’t Instructor Lin, but his bodyguard. We have no idea what his actual strength is."
"I can’t believe that guy Ma Biao beat me to it," Old Huang chuckled. "You can still give it a try."
"Forget it," Monkey pouted. "Ma Biao is strong. Our Instructor Lin is no match for him."
The others came to the same conclusion. They felt Lin Mu had just been bluffing. Once Ma Biao made his move, his true colors would be revealed.
"It’s starting!" Everyone’s gaze sharpened as Ma Biao moved. His speed was incredible. He truly embodied the saying: as still as a maiden, as swift as a startled rabbit. Ma Biao threw a punch, the force of it whistling with the sound of wind and thunder!
BAM!
However, just as Ma Biao’s fist was about to connect with Lin Mu, everyone watched wide-eyed as Ma Biao was sent flying backward, moving even faster than his initial attack.
"COUGH, COUGH!" Ma Biao lay on the ground, his face pale and his eyes filled with utter shock.
It wasn’t just him; the others were stunned too. What had just happened? None of them had even seen Lin Mu move, yet Ma Biao was already defeated?
"With such a pathetic level of strength, I really don’t know how you got into the Divine Machine Camp," Lin Mu said, shaking his head mockingly. "I’ll say it again: the Divine Machine Camp is nothing special."
The way the men looked at Lin Mu began to change.
"Holy crap, he’s that strong?" Monkey’s mouth hung open, his face a little pale.
"Weren’t you just saying Ma Biao got lucky with the opportunity? You can go up now," Old Huang teased with a grin.
Just as Monkey was about to speak, Lin Mu’s voice cut through the air. "I’ll give you one more chance. All of you, at once."
He continued, "Of course, you can refuse. But if you do, I’m leaving immediately. Because I, Lin Wudi, have no interest in leading a bunch of cowards who don’t even dare to fight into the military competition!"
Hearing Lin Mu’s words, the eyes of every soldier in the Divine Machine Camp turned red with fury.
"Dammit. I can’t take this anymore!"
"Me neither! I’m going to kill this son of a bitch!"
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
"..."
In an instant, more than a dozen men stepped forward, their faces burning with anger. Jiaolong was no exception.
"Just you few?" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with scorn. "Are the rest of you just spineless cowards? Don’t make me look down on you!"
"How can we stand for this?"
"If it’s ganging up on him, so be it! Let’s go!"
"Everyone, get him!"
Lin Mu’s words were like a lit fuse on a powder keg. Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp charged toward him as one. Each man let out a furious roar, as if unleashing a torrent of pent-up frustration.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
However, these men couldn’t even touch the hem of Lin Mu’s clothes before they were sent flying.
"Damn it!" A fallen soldier spat out a mouthful of dirt, scrambled to his feet, and charged at Lin Mu again.
Dozens of men attacking one person, and they couldn’t even graze his clothes? It was beyond embarrassing.
THUD!
SLAP!
THUMP!
A series of dull impacts echoed across the field—the sound of fists meeting flesh, punctuated by cries of pain and howls of frustration. The face of every soldier was flushed with a mixture of humiliation, anger, and defiance. Their eyes were bloodshot, as if they were finally venting all their bottled-up emotions.
"I’m a man of the Divine Machine Camp! Who are you to look down on me!"
"Aaaah!"
Another man went flying.
"Remember my name! It’s Baozi!"
"Oof!"
He too was sent flying.
"I, Mountain Chicken, will fight you to the death!"
"Ouch!"
...
Watching his teammates get tossed away one by one, Ma Biao, who had been lying on the ground, let out a furious roar. He climbed to his feet and charged at Lin Mu again.
"Ma Biao is coming for you!"
Like an enraged bull, Ma Biao rushed Lin Mu, let out a great bellow, and threw a punch aimed straight for his head.
BAM!
Lin Mu caught the punch with ease. "Now that’s a bit more like the Divine Machine Camp," he chuckled. "But you’re still lacking in strength, and your speed is too slow."
With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent Ma Biao screaming through the air again.
"Awesome!"
However, this time Ma Biao just laughed heartily, his eyes shining brightly. He wiped a trickle of blood from his lips and charged once more. After being sent flying three times in a row, Ma Biao could no longer get up. Yet, a look of exhilaration he hadn’t felt in a long time spread across his face.
"So thrilling! So exhilarating!"
The others felt the same way.
"Dammit, brothers, I’m coming!" Monkey bellowed, his eyes bloodshot as he rushed forward, only to be sent flying by a swift kick from Lin Mu.
"Shit!"
Before he hit the ground, two of his teammates caught him.
"Thanks... damn you two bastards!"
It turned out they had just thrown Monkey right back at Lin Mu.
Lin Mu laughed loudly. "Eat my fist!"
His punch was as fast as lightning, flying straight for Monkey, who saw a flash of despair in his eyes. Just as the fist was about to hit him, Monkey felt his body get yanked backward. It was Old Huang, who had grabbed his legs at the last possible second.
"Old Huang..."
BAM! BAM!
A figure appeared in a blur and, with a single punch for each of them, sent both Monkey and Old Huang flying.
CLAP! CLAP!
Lin Mu dusted off his hands and looked down at the nearly one hundred men lying on the ground. "Do you submit?" he asked. "If not, we can continue."
After dealing with a hundred men, Lin Mu wasn’t even breathing heavily. There wasn’t a speck of dirt on him, a stark contrast to the members of the Divine Machine Camp, who were sprawled on the ground like heaps of mud.
"Never!"
"Submit my ass!"
"Brothers, are you rested up? Ready for more?"
"Let’s go, let’s go!"
"Get him!"
A few minutes later.
"Do you submit now?" Lin Mu asked with a grin.
"Never!"
"Get him!"
"Aargh!"
Lin Mu’s smile widened. "Do you submit?"
"We... will not... submit!"
"..."
A few minutes later.
Lin Mu just said, "Hm?"
A single hand shot up from the pile of bodies. "Help me up... I can still fight!"
THWACK!
Lin Mu walked over and knocked the guy out with one punch. "How about now?"
A collective groan rose from the soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp. "We submit! We submit!"
"Good." Lin Mu nodded in satisfaction. "From today onward, you all belong to me!"