Chapter 257: Sparring, Accidentally Ravaging the Bishop

"Come, introduce yourself so your teammates can have a full understanding of you, and only then can you coordinate better on the battlefield in the future," Zhan Ye said, patting Chen Fan on the arm.

"Yes!" Chen Fan hurriedly said: "My name is Chen Fan, 18 years old, Fourth-tier Mid-stage, my Otherworldly Abilities are SSS-Rank Space Ability, and the SSS-level Supreme Thunder-Devouring Dao Body."

The students of Jiangcai Camp all gasped in unison.

"Double... SSS-level Ability?! That's too heaven-defying."

"This person is a god!"

Although they had long guessed that Chen Fan's Thunder-type Ability rank was not low, hearing it with their own ears still left them incredibly shocked.

Zhan Ye and the other instructors had strange expressions; Zhan Ye straightened his face and said: "Chen Fan! Don't you have two more Otherworldly Abilities? Say them all out. Your teammates are your closest partners; you must be without reservation, you must be completely transparent!"

In the ranks, the students of Jiangcai Camp looked bewildered.

Two more Otherworldly Abilities? Are your Otherworldly Abilities picked up from a trash can? Are they free?

Two Otherworldly Abilities are already heaven-defying enough; with four, are you trying to ascend to heaven?

Chen Fan rubbed his nose and said: "The other two Otherworldly Abilities are the S-rank Two-Headed Qi Snake, and the F-Grade Mimicry Ability."

Everyone widened their eyes. There's another S-rank Otherworldly Ability? Furthermore, the Mimicry Ability can change one's appearance, right? This is a bit heaven-defying.

"Chen Fan, oh Chen Fan, you really are a god. How about we stop calling you Chen Fan from now on and just call you 'God'?"

Under the gaze of everyone's immense envy, Chen Fan joined the ranks.

Zhan Ye continued: "Since there are new students today, I will emphasize the rules again."

"In the morning, Jiangcai Camp conducts physical and Otherworldly Ability limit training; in the afternoon, there is military curriculum instruction; only the evening time belongs to yourselves."

"Now, we begin today's first training item: one-on-one close-quarters combat training. Do not underestimate close-quarters combat. On the battlefield, when your Otherworldly Ability is exhausted and your weapons are shattered, the only thing you can rely on is your body. You must use every possible means to kill the opponent to survive."

"Now, find your own sparring partners. The use of Otherworldly Abilities is prohibited during the process! The loser will do 100 push-ups with a 10-ton load for me!"

"Begin now!"

The students of Jiangcai Camp immediately paired up.

Ye Tingxuan's sparring partner was a short-haired girl.

When everyone began sparring, only Chen Fan stood in place, motionless.

Everyone else had a sparring partner; only he had no match...

"Chen Fan, why are you standing there like a fool? Where is your sparring partner?" Zhan Ye shouted.

"Report, sir, I don't have one!" Chen Fan replied loudly.

"You don't? Then come here, I'll spar with you!" Zhan Ye grinned.

At this moment, all the students shivered, their eyes filled with pity as they looked at Chen Fan.

They had all experienced Zhan Ye's individual sparring; those fists hitting one's body could almost cost a person their life.

Chen Fan hesitated and said: "That... that instructor, what happens if I lose?"

"What happens?" Zhan Ye glared: "Sparring with me, if you lose, you still have to do push-ups with a 10-ton load!"

The students immediately wore smiles. A newcomer's first training must involve being ravaged by the instructor; this was an unwritten rule of Jiangcai Camp.

They had all gone through it this way.

At this time, Chen Fan said embarrassedly: "Instructor, I meant... what if you lose?"

Everyone on the training ground froze for a moment, thinking they had misheard.

You're still thinking about taking down the Bishop? What are you thinking?

Zhan Ye stared and said: "I lose? If I lose, I'll do push-ups with a 100-ton load!"

"It's a deal!" Chen Fan smiled and walked toward Zhan Ye.

With Unparalleled-level Fist Technique, Master-level Leg Technique, and the Twelve Paths of True Spirit practiced to perfection, Chen Fan was confident that even without using Otherworldly Abilities, he could take down an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster!

The physical fitness of an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster is indeed very strong, but Chen Fan couldn't be stupid enough to go head-to-head with them. What is Unparalleled-level Fist Technique? Borrowing force to strike, borrowing force to deflect—those are just child's play.

No matter how awesome you are, what can you do if your punch hits cotton?

"Be careful." Zhan Ye grinned and suddenly threw a punch straight at Chen Fan's midsection, fast and fierce.

Chen Fan dodged it easily by turning his body.

"Not bad, your reaction is quite fast." Zhan Ye used both fists and feet, attacking Chen Fan.

Chen Fan responded easily, seizing the opportunity to use the leverage technique of "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" to throw Zhan Ye to the ground.

Boom! Dust flew everywhere.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but stop their movements to look at the two of them.

"Holy crap! Did Chen Fan really take down the Bishop?"

"The newcomer is awesome!"

At this moment, Zhan Ye stood up and patted the dirt off his body, feeling secretly shocked.

This kid really has some skills!

Chen Fan smiled: "Instructor, if you don't get serious, you're going to lose very miserably."

Zhan Ye snorted and grinned: "I do need to bring out some real skills."

Zhan Ye stretched his ankles and kicked toward Chen Fan. Chen Fan braced his arms to take the kick head-on, but immediately after, Chen Fan performed a sweeping leg kick, knocking Zhan Ye, who was standing on one leg, straight to the ground.

"Instructor, your leg technique is still lacking; if you practice for another 10 years, you might be able to touch the threshold of Master-level Leg Technique."

Zhan Ye's face turned black. Did you kid start practicing martial arts from your mother's womb?

I have mastered Master-level Fist Technique and Proficient Level Leg Technique, and I still can't beat you?

Zhan Ye was somewhat unconvinced; he climbed up and continued to fight.

Ten minutes passed. Boom! Boom! Boom!... Boom!

Chen Fan had taken Zhan Ye down more than 50 times, averaging a takedown every 12 seconds.

At this time, all the students stopped their sparring, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chen Fan brutally ravaging Zhan Ye.

"Huh, Bishop is truly miserable, falling flat on his face like a dog."

"Bishop has decent willpower, failing repeatedly and fighting repeatedly. Failing repeatedly and fighting repeatedly, he is truly a role model for our generation."

"It's the first time I've seen Bishop's face so dark."

Five minutes later, Zhan Ye lay face down on the ground, extending one hand to signal a stop to the fight.

"Are you not fighting anymore? Actually, I'm quite tired too." Chen Fan clapped his hands.

Zhan Ye stood up, covered in dirt and dust, and walked to the side without saying a word.

He supported himself on the ground with his limbs, set up a push-up stance, and said coldly: "Cheng Yi, add the 100-ton weight for me."

To the side, the hook-nosed instructor held back his laughter, watching Zhan Ye being brutally abused by a new recruit; for some reason, he just really wanted to laugh.

"Wouldn't one hundred tons be too heavy? How about changing to a lighter one?" the hook-nosed Cheng Yi laughed.

"Less nonsense, add it for me!" Zhan Ye roared.

Instructor Cheng hurriedly stacked a pile of High-Density Special Alloy Plates from the side onto Zhan Ye's back one by one.

Once the 100-ton weight was added, it was a full 5 meters high.

Zhan Ye snorted coldly and began doing push-ups.

Three minutes later, after finishing one hundred push-ups, he hadn't let out a single sound.

The crowd of onlookers clapped and cheered one after another.

Zhan Ye's face stiffened: "Who told you to stop your sparring? Now, everyone give me 100 push-ups with a 10-ton weight."