"What? A cook? For the military elite competition, he actually brought a cook to participate?"

"What's he trying to say? Is he looking down on our elite warriors?"

"He's too arrogant. His Flying Tigers Squad is impressive, but that doesn't mean his soldiers are."

The surrounding Legion Commanders were furious when they heard the news. To them, Zhang Menglong's actions were pure mockery and provocation.

"Everyone, calm down," Zhang Menglong said. "I just wanted to leave you all some dignity. If I sent out our most elite warriors, I'm afraid I'd crush your self-esteem, which might affect your combat units' fighting prowess in the future. That's really not good."

"Are you saying you sent the weakest three from your army?"

"Does this mean you're saying our teams are trash?"

"No, no, no!" Zhang Menglong shook his head. "I'm not targeting anyone here. What I mean is, all the units you brought out here are a pile of crap."

"Zhang Menglong, you're going too far!"

Several Legion Commanders immediately stood up in anger, stunned to be provoked by a mere Level Six Life Form. Although Zhang Menglong had an equivalent position in the army, they did not recognize his status in their hearts.

"What are you all doing? Sit down; there's no need for swords drawn. We're all on the same side," Luo Ze quickly stepped in to mediate. "Menglong, you should say less and not open your mouth like that."

Zhang Menglong shrugged. "General, I'm not trying to provoke them. You see, they started nagging even though I said nothing. If I don't fight back, wouldn't it make our legion seem easy to bully?"

"Alright, you all should stop speaking too much. This is a competition, not a quarrel. The battlefield is the place to talk strength!"

"Yes, General."

"Hmph! Now, I just have to see how powerful is the 'elite' squad of Commander Zhang's troops."

"If they can win, I'll go serve as a cook in their unit for a year!"

"Don't!" Zhang Menglong told that Legion Commander. "Not everyone can be a cook in our legion. Commander, you might want to find another position."

"You..."

"Alright, stop arguing, and let's start the competition!"

With Luo Ze's order, this round officially began.

"812 Army's Aoyin against IPX-001 Legion's Tengduo, the match begins."

Although the order had been given, neither side moved immediately. Aoyin seemed to observe Tengduo, as Tengduo had been dozing off since stepping onto the ring, even closing his eyes entirely as if completely asleep.

Although Aoyin was confident in his ability, Tengduo's situation seemed fishy and deterred him from acting quickly.

"Kegk, is your legion's warrior of a fighter race too?" the other Legion Commanders chatted.

"Yes," responded the 812 Legion Commander. "We got lucky this time; a few excellent prospects joined our unit, and this kid is the strongest among them. Most veterans can't even defeat him."

"Look, that IPX-001 Legion's Tengduo is asleep. Has he given up?"

"Hahaha, maybe it's some special Martial Dao secret technique," one Legion Commander laughed. "I've heard the Ritian Sect has all sorts of odd things. Techniques you can use even while asleep are quite normal!"

"Wow, this Legion Commander is really knowledgeable for knowing that," Zhang Menglong said. "How about checking out the Sleeping Arhat Fist?"

"What did you say? Is this really a Martial Dao secret technique?"

At this moment, the warrior named Aoyin could no longer hold back. His speed was incredibly fast, surpassing 400 in the enlistment selection, making him a genius among Level Five Life Forms.

In less than a breath, he appeared behind Tengduo, swinging a punch toward his back. If hit, it could kill an average Level Five Peak Life Form!

However, at this moment, Tengduo suddenly raised his hand, steadily catching what seemed an unavoidable punch.

"How is this possible?" A crowd of Legion Commanders suddenly stood up.

As Level Eight Life Forms, they could sense Tengduo's state. He was entirely in a sleep state, with stable life signs and no brain signal fluctuations, as if the move was purely instinctive.

And ignoring this bizarre Martial Dao secret technique, Aoyin's strength exceeded 500, something normal Level Five Peak Life Forms couldn't endure. Yet his body didn't even budge, nor did the hand that caught the punch retreat.

To achieve such strength would require at least 800 or more!

Aoyin tried to pull back his fist, but the force from that hand rendered him immobile, with his bones creaking as if about to be crushed any moment.

In that dazed moment, Tengduo suddenly stretched lazily, a powerful dose of Cosmic Origin Energy engulfing the punch.

Aoyin's pupils quickly dilated as he crossed his arms in front of him, yet his body was still shot out like a cannonball...no, it was the lazy stretch that sent him flying!

"Bang!"

Aoyin flew directly out of the combat zone, with his arms twisted weirdly, and his chest sunk in. He tried to struggle and stand up but was out of strength.

"Damn! Tengduo, what are you doing? Who told you to hit so hard?" Zhang Menglong shouted.

At this time, Tengduo was startled awake from his slumber.

"Huh? Where is he? Sorry, I was too tired from making late-night snacks yesterday and fell asleep accidentally. Let's start!" Tengduo said, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking around, but he couldn't find his opponent.

"IPX-001 Legion, Tengduo wins!"

"Huh? We won?" Tengduo's expression was completely bewildered as he scratched his head and walked off the stage, clueless about what happened.

"How is this possible?"

"That punch just now had at least 1000 strength points! He's definitely not a rookie!"

"No, I can check his records; he really is a rookie. During the enlistment test, his stats were 76 and 69. In just one year, his strength has increased tenfold!"

"Such combat ability rivals an ordinary Level Six Life Form."

"Is this really a cook from their IPX-001 Legion?"

The shock of the scene left those Legion Commanders staggered for a long time.

"Menglong, is he really a cook from your legion?" Mundun beside Zhang Menglong asked in disbelief. A cook effortlessly defeating a legion's most elite rookie warrior was hard to accept.

"Yes," Zhang Menglong nodded, "and he's the weakest among our cooks."

Speaking of this, Zhang Menglong shook his head. "The new recruits these days are getting increasingly hard to manage. I asked for someone to join the competition, and they all made excuses, refusing to participate. So, they held an internal tournament, and the loser had to come. If they lack skill, there's nothing to say."

"What? Even the losers of the tournament?"

"Yes, these three are the weakest in our legion!"