Chapter 175: Still have to rely on oneself!

When the first ray of dawn shrouded this small island, everything had already ended, returning to tranquility.

Although last night's gunfire left the non-action-team trainees doubtful, the chief instructor merely gave a light, casual remark—"Special training for outstanding trainees"—and shoved all their doubts back into their guts.

What else is there to say? The reason you didn't participate and don't understand is simply that you're not outstanding enough.

In other words, it's "You don't deserve it!" Liu Xiaotian and the three others stood tall in the ranks, feeling rather proud.

It wasn't because the elder principal specially praised them after the end, but because, on this seemingly ordinary night actually filled with danger and a brush with death, the four of them also underwent a kind of transformation.

Of course, Liu Xiaotian was the one who benefited the most.

Everyone knows the elder principal's individual praise was mainly due to Liu Xiaotian's performance; He Chen Guang and the other three merely got to share in the glory.

Liu Xiaotian clearly remembers that when he delivered the controlled, unconscious Natasha to the elder principal's small building, that kind-faced old man quietly had two tears slip from the corners of his eyes.

At one, one look `no, one mistaken version%!

Although the training in all subjects at Warrior School is as easy for him now as a middle schooler shooting hoops on a kindergarten basketball frame, Liu Xiaotian remains very serious.

Because he knows deep down that although transmigration, the system, and a series of other things are beyond his original cognition, and so far the system's demonstrated abilities have far exceeded his expectations, making it seem like an invincible existence in this world… but reason tells him that, categorically, the system should also belong to the category of artificial intelligence.

As the saying goes: "A nephew lighting a lantern"—same as before.

Over the past few months, he's trained with all his might every day, aiming to boost his strength; now it's suddenly increased so much—how could he not be satisfied? But it's only a temporary satisfaction.

The difference is, this time he's coming as a guest.

If it weren't for Liu Xiaotian being a genuine rich second-generation who, while studying abroad, had practically eaten his way through cuisines worldwide, he might actually have shown weakness today.

For example, when "Jiaweis" cannot provide him assistance, he can still guarantee his combat power won't drop! Starting that morning, everything at Warrior School returned to normal, except that the three instructors who had been continuously replaced never appeared again, and there were just two fewer people.

As for whether there are mission points, the system didn't say, and Liu Xiaotian didn't pay much attention.

Liu Xiaotian is like that—he will eat if he eats, but he doesn't really like it.

Just from their first-night Western feast upon entering the school, one can see that the elder principal is someone who pays extreme attention to food and has certain tastes and demands.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the three "Level 2" opponents Jiaweis mentioned last night and his personally seeing that "Western Old Yang Guo," Liu Xiaotian would certainly have felt a bit swollen with pride.

He knows that this obsessive, extreme girl and her brother aren't dead, and even those hired men who worked with Shang Ming and participated in this attack operation—no one knows where they are.

Just the improvement in those supportive effects is enough to make him happy for several days.

What dish to eat first, what utensils to use, what wine to pair… then what about Level 2? Level 3? And finally, the Platinum Level?

Speaking of which, this should count as Liu Xiaotian's luck—while his strength greatly increased, he happened to meet that "Western Old Yang Guo," who timely and perfectly suppressed the pride that had yet to sprout in his heart.

Of course, the elder principal and chief instructor aren't included, and that "Western Old Yang Guo" is even more excluded.

This time it's a private banquet; each dish brought out, any random plate, is absolutely a standard of four Michelin stars or higher.

Secondly, if it's a comparison of martial arts, the current Liu Xiaotian has absolute confidence that he can cleanly defeat over ninety percent of Warrior School instructors in a single round.

Many people understand the principle that "there are always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens," but before seeing it with their own eyes, most cannot suppress their inner pride.

After dawn at Warrior School, aside from the scorpion's corpse pinned to the tree trunk by a bayonet—its eyes wide open in death, expression angry yet with a hint of deep fear—everything remained unchanged.

And these, Liu Xiaotian actually doesn't care much about, except for the part that includes bringing honor to the country.

No matter what, intelligent higher beings are always the true masters! The system may be impressive now, but that doesn't mean it will stay impressive forever. After all, according to the system's own description, the world he's currently in can only be considered a Level 1 copy.

If he merely relied on the system, what if one day it could no longer give him the strength to defeat all opponents? So Liu Xiaotian knows he must persistently strive, enhancing his strength further under the system's all-around supportive boosts.

Precisely because of the appearance of that "Western Old Yang Guo" who, according to Jiaweis, is already very close to Level 3, Liu Xiaotian's heart, which ought to have swollen, instead stayed true to its original size.

Just that Wellington steak alone, Liu Xiaotian dares to assert, if placed in his original world, the chef who made it would have to be of royal caliber.

Worth mentioning is that Liu Xiaotian, this transmigrator who obtained the system and obtained a "cheat," differs from most who seize a golden finger and just start showing off.

After all, it's no exaggeration to say that among the people around him now, nobody can beat him in any subject; that's one reason.

People are like that; after reaching a certain height in a field, gaining certain achievements and fame, it's inevitable to develop a sense of satisfaction.

One is the school nurse Natasha, the other is the old man sitting in a wheelchair.

Damn, anyway, if it were an ordinary person, forget about eating—just going through this whole procedure would basically fill them up.

Since someone can manufacture it, there must certainly exist someone even more formidable.

Half a month later, Liu Xiaotian was once again invited by the elder principal into that small building comparable to a safe house.

To him, such a troublesome meal is far less enjoyable than a bowl of saucy noodles, slurped down with gusto.

From the moment the elder principal saw Liu Xiaotian, he always wore a smile, his speech full of gentleness.

Just now, the old man had just swallowed a mouthful of foie gras, picked up a napkin, lightly wiped the corner of his mouth, and raised his wine cup:

"Liu, come, let's drink a cup……"

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