“You actually have a solid foundation, managing to hold on for ten minutes under my team’s relentless assault,” he said.
“It shows you’ve trained hard this past year, but it’s a pity you haven’t had a decent instructor.”
“Here’s what we’ll do, Brandon, why don’t you give Felix Vance a call? He might be interested in helping you,” Reginald Shaw said, patting Brandon Pearce on the shoulder with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Behind him, the Kirin Operatives looked on with disdain, a sneer curling at their lips.
These ten were the elite of Kirin.
Six of them were Grandmasters, rising stars known among the younger generation.
How many in their early twenties could reach the realm of a Grandmaster?
Some never achieve it in their entire lives!
They had their pride.
Wild and unruly.
They dismissed everything else!
The Edge was beneath their notice.
Unworthy of being their opponents, far from it, they even felt insulted to compete against the Edge Agents!
A special forces team that had been at the bottom for three consecutive years, why not just disband them?
A disgrace to the soldiers of Ostrad!
Even Kirin’s cooks were better than them!
“Reginald Shaw, my soldiers don’t need your concern, and Mr. Clark is not someone you can slander!”
“The competition is over, and we still have training to do. Take your men and leave,” Brandon Pearce said, his face dark with anger and a fire kindling in his heart.
Felix Vance, former chief instructor of the Kirin Special Operations Team and a mid-level Grandmaster, was recruited this year by Camp Auston, a gathering place for prodigies, to welcome ten new members as the ten military districts vied for spots by changing their chief instructors.
Reginald Shaw was no exception, having dismissed Felix Vance for Great Grandmaster Callan Grey.
His message was clear-Brandon Pearce, you’re only fit for my leftovers, and even then, you might not be able to use them!
“Need no concern from me?” Reginald Shaw’s expression chilled as he sneered, “Both of us came from The Obsidian Tigers and swore to defend its honor forever.”
“But you’re about to become the first captain in the history of Ostrad’s special forces to be forcibly retired. How can I not be concerned?”
“You might not find it shameful, but I do!”
Brandon retorted coolly, “How do you know I’m going to retire? I’ll tell you this! The Edge will definitely be in the top three this year, crushing your Kirin Special Operations Team!”
He knew Flynn had become a Greater Sovereign, and the progress of the Edge Agents was visibly evident.
Their strength was still too weak; they needed time to improve, which had given the Kirin Special Operations Team their opportunity.
Brandon believed that on the day of the military exercise, his soldiers would definitely surpass the Kirin Special Operations Team.
“Top three?” Reginald Shaw scoffed mockingly, “Brandon, are you out of your mind? Do you know how many monsters there are in the districts this year?”
“Even Kirin doesn’t dare claim a top five spot, and you dare claim top three?”
“Who gave you the courage? That twenty-eight-year-old rookie instructor?”
After Reginald Shaw’s remark, everyone was stunned.
Twenty-eight years old?
Not much older than them.
Brought in to be an instructor?
Ridiculous!
Utterly ridiculous!
But from Brandon Pearce’s actions, it wasn’t entirely surprising.
They had completely given up.
Otherwise, why let the chief instructor do as he pleased?
Brandon Pearce knew there was even less hope for progress this year, just randomly picking someone to teach, to get it over with!
Brandon Pearce must be looking for another job by now.
His military career was over!
The members of the Kirin Special Operations Team exchanged looks and shook their heads.
Military discipline was strict; they dared not speak their minds openly, but their disdain was palpable.
Everyone looked down on The Edge, and so when Reginald Shaw brought everyone over, they hadn’t bothered to check on The Edge’s current situation.
What was there to inquire about?
The Edge had been at the bottom for three consecutive years.
Last year they were beaten so badly that the commander of the Shipmeda State military district even smashed a cup in anger.
The Edge was hopeless, a lost cause; who would care how they trained?
Even if there was improvement, they would still be at the bottom!
No Cure!
Moreover, they brought in a young whippersnapper as an instructor, which is utterly ridiculous!
Instructors in all military regions start at the ages of thirty or forty.
Even a prodigy at twenty-eight shouldn’t be an instructor!
Besides, Niarak is barren; how impressive can he be?
Impossible!
Chief Instructor Kirin, Callan Grey, also frowned.
He had been silent on the side, considering himself above others as a Great Grandmaster, eager to end his visit to Niarak.
Because Callan Grey also disliked Reginald Shaw for mixing personal grievances with official duties.
Using his students as tools.
Making him travel thousands of miles to a backwater like Niarak.
If not for his friendship with a major general in the Kirin district, he wouldn’t even consider teaching there.
But hearing that the Chief Instructor of The Edge was under thirty, Callan Grey snorted disdainfully.
He felt Flynn was a disgrace to the profession of chief instructors.
If word got out, it would bring shame to them all.
Just like a morally corrupt individual in a group of teachers brings shame to the others!
“Reginald Shaw, you may look down on us, but do not underestimate our chief instructor!”
Ethan Langley couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted loudly.
“Yes! We might be lacking, but we strive hard. Our brothers train up to eighteen hours a day, and I believe they will dazzle you on the day of the military drill!”
“At least they won’t lose to your Kirin Special Operations Team!”
Clayton Robinson also roared.
The other members of the Blade Special Forces were serious, staring straight at the Kirin Operatives.
Their foundation was weak, lagging three years behind, but they were not mediocre, striving daily to catch up.
Exhausted to the point of collapse, in pain to tears.
They wanted to vindicate The Edge, themselves, and the Shipmeda State military district!
These days, they had clearly felt their progress, quickly catching up, and although their adversaries were also improving, their advancement in the Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique was greater!
If Reginald Shaw came with his team in ten days, they would surely win!
“Ha ha ha ha…”
Hearing this, the Kirin Operatives could no longer hold back their laughter.
What did they hear?
A spectacle?
More like a spectacle of falling down quickly!
What does training for eighteen hours amount to?
You are far too behind.
Ranked last for three consecutive years, and now trying to get into college with one month’s effort, is it possible?
Daydreaming!
Delusional!
However, the Kirin Operatives also noticed something unusual.
The spirit of The Edge had greatly improved.
After a recent failure, they quickly adjusted and were buoyant.
Mentioning their chief instructor, their eyes burned with fervor.
But the Kirin Operatives quickly dismissed it.
The chief instructor of The Edge wasn’t much, but he had a knack for motivating people.
That kid, probably like those motivational internet gurus, eloquent, spoon-feeding The Edge Agents a beautiful dream.
And they believed it!
As the field erupted in laughter, a voice rang out.
“What’s all this noise about? Aren’t you supposed to be training?”
“Chief Instructor!” Ethan Langley exclaimed.
The Kirin crowd looked over.
At the sight of Flynn, they nearly lost it!
Indeed!
Just a young whippersnapper!
A prodigy in his twenties like those of the Kirin Operatives.
This kid was as young as they were?
Some members even looked more seasoned than Flynn!
Could this be an instructor?
Utterly ridiculous!
Has there been a precedent for young people becoming instructors?
Yes!
Yves Yancey, the king, became one at twenty-five!
But he was already at the peak of Great Grandmasters then!
Could this kid compare to King Yves Yancey?
A figure like him appears once every five hundred years!
Outrageous!
Absolutely preposterous!
Look at this kid, bearing a celestial demeanor, not even glancing at us.
As if a god looking down on mortals, ignoring our existence.
What right do you have to be so arrogant?