Chapter 156: Invisible showing off is the most deadly

No need, no need, it's completely unnecessary.

Lu Yang shot up from the bed and hastily waved his hands.

Although he'd never used a fascia knife, he'd seen plenty of related videos in his previous life.

That thing isn't for massage or relaxation—it tortures you to death, like the ten cruel punishments of Manqin; he certainly didn't want to suffer that for no reason.

In the blink of an eye two days passed, and the competition was imminent.

At dawn, Lu Yang and the other competitors from the Company waited downstairs.

Originally, He Zhen Tao was going to drive them there, but after receiving a temporary notice, the Company Commander and the Instructor had to go to the Regiment for a meeting.

So this task fell to Zhou Kaidong; he drove everyone to the competition site to register.

The competition grounds were in the Division's Training and Instruction Section.

All kinds of facilities were available; it was the most functionally complete training ground Lu Yang had ever seen, and also the largest comprehensive training site.

The venue was noisy and bustling; those who arrived early had already registered and gone to familiarize themselves with the competition area.

Getting out of the car, Lu Yang's eyes lit up as he said, "Wow, so many people!"

Zhou Kaidong said with a smile, "The Division's competition is this big; aside from the staff maintaining order, everyone you see is the finest soldier from each unit."

"This is not only a stage for competition, but also a great platform for mutual learning and progress!"

"Come on, I'll take you to register and get your number badge; after getting the badge, listen to the broadcast—before each event starts, they'll announce it over the loudspeaker......"

The registration process went smoothly; Lu Yang's number badge was 68, which was quite auspicious.

After waiting about forty minutes, the broadcast announced that the five‑kilometer barehanded run was about to start.

"Squad Leader, I'm going."

"Mm, go."

"When does your withdrawal-step trigger start?"

"I guess there's still a while; if I can make it, I'll go cheer you on."

"Okay."

Lu Yang went to the designated spot as the broadcast instructed.

A lieutenant from the organizers simply called the roll, confirmed the final number of participants, and then told everyone they had three minutes to warm up.

Running had the lowest entry barrier of all events, so quite a few people signed up.

A rough glance showed at least forty or fifty people, most of them looking vigorous and energetic.

Since it was his first time competing and he didn't know anyone, Lu Yang earnestly did his stretches and loosened his joints.

But there were acquaintances around who, even before the start, had already begun trading barbs.

"In this five‑kilometer race, our Old Eight Company is determined to take the top three!"

"What big talk—you didn't even ask if our Assault First Company would go along with that!"

"I think you're wasting your energy; later you'll be eating my dust behind me—this five‑kilometer run has always been our unit's forte!"

"Cut it out—I see you're just here to make up the numbers, to be cannon fodder!"

"Hey, this brother, you look unfamiliar, huh?"

At that moment, an over‑familiar limping guy approached Lu Yang to strike up a conversation.

"Well, this is my first time taking part in such a grand competition."

"Are you nervous?"

"Not nervous, I'm fine."

"Tsk tsk, even privates dare to join the Division's competition; your unit's leaders must be desperate, scraping the barrel and using you to fill the ranks."

"Hahahaha......"

A sharp‑tongued old soldier made fun of Lu Yang.

This drew laughter from many around, clearly treating Lu Yang as mere cannon fodder to fill numbers.

Most of the competitors were senior privates, as well as conscripts who had just become non‑commissioned officers—'old soldiers'.

According to Chen Panpan's theory, after years of enduring as a wife‑in‑law, you end up as a dog that finally stands up.

Unlike the Regiment's competition, the Division's competition is more grand, the participants are of higher quality, and the honor carries greater weight.

It's still uncommon for privates to dare enter such a big event, and on top of that Lu Yang looks utterly ordinary, giving off no trace of a mighty, heroic aura.

Naturally, he became the target of a few 'old‑soldier smooth‑talkers' who teased him to relieve stress.

But Lu Yang merely glanced at them and realized they were mostly the 'full bottle doesn't rattle, half bottle does' type.

They had a bit of ability, but not much.

Anyone truly capable would be stretching and relaxing their muscles; who would have time to chat and mock others here?

The earlier sharp‑tongued old soldier picked up Lu Yang's number badge, glanced at it, and teased him with a grin.

"Number 68, that's a pretty lucky number—what regiment are you from?"

"Special Third Regiment."

"Oh, a unit with a title—nice."

"Which company, and what branch?"

"Iron Foot Company, motorized infantry."

With Lu Yang as the center, within a two‑meter radius all the competitors fell dead silent.

The sharp‑tongued old soldiers who had mocked him earlier saw their smiles freeze in an instant.

They all gaped, eyes wide, as if they'd seen a ghost.

Units with titles, companies with numbers, Motorized Infantry, and still just a private......

BUFFs are almost fully stacked.

Everything is telling them that this seemingly harmless private is absolutely someone you don't want to provoke.

In previous years, as long as it was a running-related competition event, the top few spots were basically always taken by the Motorized Infantry without exception.

The reason is simple: these guys are all motorcycle spirits, running damn fast, impossible to catch.

Seeing the wary, apprehensive glances of everyone around him, Lu Yang felt proud inside.

He still greatly enjoyed this invisible show-off, the most lethal feeling.

Whether it's a 5-kilometer barehanded run or a 3-kilometer weighted run, as long as it's a running-type competition, the Motorized Infantry's crushing of other troops is cliff-like.

However, there are also exceptions.

Lu Yang also saw several disdainful, provocative glances in the crowd, as if they didn't put his identity of "One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, Motorized Infantry" in their eyes.

And when one of them deliberately rolled up his pant leg and slapped the exaggerated, perverse muscle lines on his leg.

Lu Yang suddenly realized: "Yo, I've met a fellow practitioner!"

He really hasn't competed against the Motorized Infantry of other regiments yet, and he's actually pretty excited?

Besides that, Lu Yang also noticed a soldier in the rear ranks who had hardly spoken at all from beginning to end.

That soldier also had a limp on his shoulder, rough skin, natural blush on his cheeks, and looked several years older than his actual age.

His gaze seemed scattered and dull, but it hid a sharp ferocity; he should be a soldier from an ethnic minority.

Affected by geographical factors, soldiers from plateaus and grasslands have physical fitness and lung capacity far beyond ordinary people.

In other words, this limping private is a very formidable talented athlete.

"Everyone, get in position!"

The referee raised the starting pistol in his hand, giving the final signal.

Lu Yang walked up to the starting line, using deep breaths to suppress his inner excitement and agitation: "In the Division, there are indeed many hidden talents, crouching tigers and hidden dragons!"