Chapter 419: Too Much Suffering, Too Cruel, Too Violent

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Hiding in the cabin, flirting?"

"You two, yes, you two, get out of there!"

"You like to play, you like to make trouble, you have energy, right? Did you see that clearing on the hillside over there? Go set up a tent!"

"Huh?"

The two of them opened their mouths wide.

Lao Mao glared, "What the hell, hurry up and go!"

The two didn't dare to delay, quickly lifted the marching tent and ran that way.

Kang Changyi was delighted, "Got it, got it, now we finally have a chance to watch their training up close!"

Zhou Kaidong also hadn't expected it, but got lucky; he felt cheerful, "That kick really hit the mark!"

Watching the two stumbling to set up the tent, Lao Mao rolled his eyes hard and, in a sour tone, asked the captain, "Where did you find these two live wires?"

The captain replied awkwardly, "They just transferred from the Army, have only worn the Navy uniform for a few days, everything looks fresh to them, please understand."

"Just transferred from the Army?"

Lao Mao shook his head, sighed, and thought of Lu Yang: "All of them switched from the Army to the Navy, why is the quality so low?"

The captain asked, "What?"

Lao Mao shook his head, said "It's fine," took the handed-over form, prepared to sign, then furrowed his brows: "Why are there only eleven sleeping bags, and the number of weapons is off too, missing one?"

The captain was stunned, "On your island, aren't there only eleven people?"

Lao Mao slapped his own face, then realized that this batch of supplies had been prepared before Lu Yang set foot on the island, and the plan originally didn't include a twelfth person.

Moreover, no one expected Lu Yang to persist all the way and become an indispensable member of the team, so they completely forgot about it.

"Fine, fine, later we'll let Lu Yang sleep on the floor in the outpost and squeeze in with the two of them."

As for that gun, just use the previous Type 81 Rifle; it's not a big problem.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Were you a sloth in a past life? You're climbing so slowly."

"You dare to challenge nature with this, thinking you'll make huge progress—just this?"

Cutting, sarcastic remarks kept coming from above Lu Yang's head, and occasionally two small stones were tossed down.

Lu Yang, under huge mental pressure, completed several rapid climbs, yet still couldn't satisfy Bai Yuan.

Moreover, in his own words, he hadn't made any progress; instead he was slower and worse than before.

This made him wonder whether the system's sixfold reward during stormy weather was never actually credited.

Several rapid climbs in a row raised Lu Yang's heart rate, his muscles ached with a faint soreness, and just as he paused on the cliff, a ripping sound of a pants zipper opening came from above.

"If you don't come up, I'm going to pee?"

"Your grandpa!"

Lu Yang, forced into a hurry a couple of times, followed the foothold previously hammered with a wooden wedge and climbed to the top.

But he saw Bai Yuan gripping a jacket zipper in his hand, pulling it up and down repeatedly.

"Where's that much urine?"

"Besides, it's a southerly wind today; if it blows back, how embarrassing would that be?"

Seeing his cheap, sneaky demeanor, Lu Yang's fists cracked loudly.

He finally found someone even more punchable than Lan Li.

Although Bai Yuan has guarded this place alone for ten years, which is commendable, it doesn't change the fact that this guy is despicable.

Bai Yuan seemed to know his thoughts, smiling while clenching his fist: "You think I'm not happy, want to beat me? Feel free to try boldly; this time I'll definitely fight back, and I'll hit you so hard you'll cry like a baby, calling for your mother!"

Lu Yang didn't get his way; he knew that, for now, he was most likely not Bai Yuan's opponent.

He's been on the island for a while, and he has roughly understood some of the situation.

Although the two are both instructors, there are still hierarchies.

Lao Mao is just a squad leader, while Bai Yuan is a company commander.

He could try sparring with Lao Mao, because he believes Lao Mao's skill level is probably on par with Yang Yong.

In the earlier battle with the Zhencha Daitui, Lu Yang's victory was due more to strategy; if it were a head‑to‑head clash, he might not be Yang Yong's opponent.

Although Lu Yang has a system, he never believes that cheating can instantly annihilate heaven, earth, and sky, and quickly match decades of someone's steady effort.

Especially, Bai Yuan is a despicable, mercurial guy, extremely good at masking his true thoughts.

So, Lu Yang's current strength against him is likely to put him at a disadvantage.

At times like this, it's better to avoid his edge, wait until his strength grows a bit more, then challenge later.

"Boring."

Seeing Lu Yang not fall for it, Bai Yuan, poised, showed a disappointed expression.

He had already prepared to give the kid a bit of a hard lesson, but it didn't work.

Lu Yang said, "I want to check my previous results; I suspect you're lying to me."

Bai Yuan tossed the Stopwatch to him, saying without concealment, "No need to doubt, your intuition is right; you have indeed improved a lot, far more than I imagined."

"Kid, you're perfect for this role, you have a strong learning talent and adaptability; among the people I've seen, your talent is among the best."

Lu Yang ignored his flattery and checked the time on the Stopwatch.

As he expected, the guy had indeed deliberately provoked him earlier.

And that provocation indeed worked, letting him break through each time.

Lu Yang asked, "With results like these, what level would that be in your group?"

Bai Yuan: "Just passing."

"Just barely passing?"

"Hey, you're being a little too greedy, aren't you?"

Bai Yuan looked puzzled: "You've only been on the island for how long? You've only just started rock climbing a few days ago, and you're already achieving this level? Don't you know many people train for years, climbing hundreds or thousands of times, just barely reaching the passing standard?"

Lu Yang felt his words also made some sense.

Ordinary people also lack a speed boost and sixfold returns.

But he still voiced his doubts and stubbornly believed he could at least reach an intermediate level, not just barely pass.

Bai Yuan gave a sideways smirk: "Alright, you time me from above, I'll go once; see the gap between you and me, then you'll know where you stand."

Without fancy techniques, Bai Yuan grabbed the safety rope and slid down to the foothold below the cliff.

He gave an OK sign overhead, and Lu Yang also shook the stopwatch, signaling he could start.

Only to see Bai Yuan seem like a different person, climbing up as nimbly and swiftly as a monkey.

He didn't even need to look, let alone think; just a glance was enough to know where to gain leverage and where to place his feet.

This is the muscle memory formed by long-term training, something Lu Yang, a naturally gifted athlete, could not match in a short time, and his speed was far slower by a large margin.

As Bai Yuan thought, looking forward to seeing Lu Yang's shocked, face‑slapping expression later, a zipper sound came from above.

The next second, a stream of liquid poured down from the sky, catching Bai Yuan off guard as it landed on his head and streamed down his collar all the way down his back.

Bai Yuan on the cliff wall was completely stunned, his face turning from red to purple, trembling with anger all over.

Lu Yang shook himself off, holstered his gun with flair, and finally had his revenge.

"Damn it! Lu Yang, I'll kill you!"

Bai Yuan roared and lunged at him in the blink of an eye.

He scared Lu Yang so much that he didn't even close the door before turning and running.

But he didn't expect that Lao Mao had been lying in wait up ahead for a long time, holding a piece of rope in his hand.

At the same time, Zhou Kaidong, who was pitching a tent on the northern mountainside, seemed to hear something and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Kang Changyi looked at him.

Zhou Kaidong, face full of question marks: "I thought I heard someone shouting... Lu Yang? Did you hear that?"

Kang Changyi shook his head: "You're imagining things—I didn't hear anything. Hurry up, that guy's going to come up and curse again soon; after we finish and pull out, I'll be starving, and there's nothing left for us to eat."

Zhou Kaidong looked around doubtfully, saw nothing, and also thought he was imagining things.

Soon they finished their work and left by boat.

As the boat drifted away, the two suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be tied up and hung upside down on a tree on one side of the island.

Because they were too far away, they could only see a rough silhouette, desperately wriggling and howling.

Kang Changyi didn't understand, but was greatly shocked: "What the heck, what kind of training is this? I've never seen it—so avant‑garde!"

Zhou Kaidong looked pained: "This is too much suffering, too cruel, too violent; this isn't training, it's pure torture, plain and simple—it's outright torture!"

Kang Changyi nodded firmly: "I never want to come to this godforsaken place in my life; even if you invite me, I won't go!"