Chapter 428

As a Navy colonel stationed at the Angel Island branch, Colonel Te Lu couldn't help but murmur in astonishment.

"No wonder he's a student personally trained by Master Zefa…"

"Each one is an elite of formidable strength."

"As the Navy's new-generation elite geniuses, what they clearly lack is not strength, but extreme lack of battlefield experience and killing experience."

"That's all."

"Once they survive today's trial, every trainee here will undergo a transformative purification—only then will they truly be the Navy's elite!"

"Right now, they're nothing but green recruits."

Colonel Te Lu thought.

At this moment,

he suddenly sensed a peculiar phenomenon.

His gaze shifted,

and Colonel Te Lu, with a look of startled suspicion, stared at the figure of Lu En, who was only five years old.

"This brat…"

"What's going on here?"

"How could the Navy training camp recruit a five-year-old brat? Is it really appropriate to send such a young child into a trial against pirates?"

Colonel Te Lu frowned deeply, lost in thought.

Moments later,

he saw an even stranger scene.

That was…

A group of young Navy trainees around twenty years old, led by Smoker and Including Tina, fixed their hopeful gazes upon the five-year-old boy.

What is going on?!

Colonel Te Lu was taken aback.

"That brat…"

"Who exactly is he?"

"These Navy elite trainees around twenty years old are actually looking up to this five-year-old brat? Am I hallucinating?"

"What merit does this five-year-old brat possibly have to earn such unwavering trust from these trainees?"

Colonel Te Lu was utterly baffled.

He could sense with sharp clarity.

The trainees' gazes toward Lu En radiated an aura as if viewing a powerful figure, a deity, an object of worship.

Even more,

whenever these trainees looked at Lu En…

their panic instantly cooled into calm.

It was as if,

they had seized their anchor!

"Could this brat be the entire team's anchor?"

"No way."

"He's just a five-year-old boy."

"Yet every one of these Navy trainees is a top-tier elite among elites!"

"How could such elites take a five-year-old brat as their anchor?"

"There must be some mistake."

Colonel Te Lu was completely bewildered.

He could be certain.

The trainees' gazes toward Lu En radiated deep trust and reverence.

This was clearly far more than mere camaraderie.

After pondering deeply,

Colonel Te Lu could not find any explanation.

As he continued studying Lu En,

the latter seemed to sense it…

Lu En slowly turned his head and met Colonel Te Lu's gaze with quiet interest.

In an instant,

Colonel Te Lu felt goosebumps rise all over his body, his spine prickling.

"Too… too sharp a perception!"

"This brat…"

"Is he really only five years old?!"

"At five years old, he already possesses such powerful perceptiveness? Truly not ordinary."

"Now let's see…"

"How strong his actual combat ability is!"

Colonel Te Lu involuntarily drew a breath and quickly averted his gaze from Lu En, refusing to meet his eyes again, afraid of drawing the boy's attention once more.

"Colonel Te Lu, the Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew has arrived!"

At that moment, a Navy elite's pupils contracted, and he instinctively reported to Colonel Te Lu beside him.

Looking straight ahead…

As expected!

The Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew arrived in force, mobilizing en masse.

With great fanfare,

With full military might.

Each pirate held a different weapon, their faces twisted with arrogant, icy grins, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

In an instant,

The air all around grew thick with killing intent.

An oppressive atmosphere…

A chilling aura of death arose naturally.

"They're here!"

"Everyone, prepare for battle."

Colonel Te Lu's eyes narrowed.

Although their mission was to encircle the Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew and prevent any escapees,

they still needed to be prepared for the worst.

Meanwhile,

When they saw the Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew—three hundred pirates charging forward in force—

Smoker, Including Tina, and their students all displayed wary, cautious expressions, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to strike.

They dared not grow careless, nor dare to slacken.

Finally—

The Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew halted their advance.

Among them,

a burly middle-aged man stepped forward slowly, a tattoo on his left eyelid, his eyes bright and sharp, radiating cold, deadly intent.

"Naval recruits?"

"A bunch of kids who haven't even grown hair yet…"

"Dare you come to surround the Three-Headed Dog Pirate Crew?"

"You're asking for death!"

"Who gave you the nerve?"

The middle-aged man grinned savagely, his voice shrill and piercing, thick with cold, sinister malice.

Behind him,