Reginald Shaw’s gaze fell on Flynn and he shook his head, squinting with a smile, “The man of the hour finally shows up, even less impressive than I imagined.”
“By the rules, the chief instructor holds a corresponding military rank; you’ve managed to snag one too.”
“I really envy you, showing up only a few times a month and still carrying the rank of Major.”
“Woke up just now, did you? Going to give the students a few motivational words before heading back?”
Hearing this, the students of Kirin almost burst out laughing.
Flynn ignored the comments and walked straight to the front of The Edge team, glancing over them indifferently.
Ten of them were bloody, likely injuries from a recent spar.
Clayton Robinson and Ethan Langley were the worst off, with clear bruises on their faces, blood on their cheekbones, and their arms trembling slightly.
They must have given it their all just now.
Flynn felt somewhat reassured.
Losing isn’t scary; what’s scary is not having the determination to face death!
Not having the spirit to pull down an emperor if need be!
People must fight for their pride.
Even if it leads to a bloody mess!
However, looking at the team’s aura, there was indeed a gap from what he expected.
Perhaps it was a matter of talent.
Over the years, Flynn had dealt with only the most exceptional talents and trained disciples of the highest caliber.
These rookies, like Ethan Langley, just weren’t up to par.
If their talent were better, the Dragon Capture Body Refinement Technique would not have allowed them to advance so slowly.
Flynn realized he might have been somewhat negligent.
But no matter, he had said before, even a pig could be trained into a master!
Albeit the methods were somewhat brutal.
Just like he told Callie Pearce yesterday, the agents of The Edge would end up crying for their mothers…
“Mr. Clark!” Brandon Pearce immediately approached with great respect.
This scene made everyone at Kirin almost insane!
What was Brandon Pearce thinking?
What was he doing greeting him in person?
Shouldn’t that young man have saluted you first?
Even if he was the chief instructor, you, a Colonel, didn’t need to degrade yourself like that!
It was embarrassing!
Too embarrassing!
“Brandon Pearce, you haven’t been brainwashed by this kid, have you?”
“Looks like I’ll have to recommend revoking The Edge’s competition eligibility when I get back.”
“It’s embarrassing either way!” Reginald Shaw shook his head and sneered, his eyes icy as he looked at Flynn.
You ignored me just now when I spoke?
Acting as if you were a god descended, with Brandon Pearce greeting you and you just nodding slightly, so arrogant?
Great Grandmaster Callan Grey also looked disdainful.
He had observed Flynn earlier and noticed not a trace of energy flowing around him.
At this level, he’s probably not even a Grandmaster.
The worst among all the chief instructors of the military districts!
How could The Edge, weak as chicks, win against Kirin?
How could they impress anyone?
Rely on boasting?
In his view, The Edge Facility was like a world isolated from reality, everyone living in an unrealistic dream that would be shattered on the day of the military drill.
Just as the people of Kirin were inwardly criticizing, a loud shout echoed.
“Greetings to Mr. Clark, the instructor!”
Ethan Langley and Clayton Robinson shouted together.
“Greetings to Mr. Clark, the instructor!”
All the members of The Edge saluted simultaneously, their voices resonating across the field.
The two squadron leaders led the members of The Edge, who stood before Flynn with eyes full of fervor and reverence.
Their momentum was overwhelming!
Like believers seeing the deity they worship, their faces full of devotion!
It seemed Flynn’s presence gave them the courage to dare defy the heavens and destroy the earth.
Their eyes were filled with undissolvable admiration!
That morning, they had heard that he was not just a Great Grandmaster, but a Greater Sovereign.
After the battle at Cloudgate Mountain, he had devastated both heaven and earth!
What an honor for Flynn to be the chief instructor of The Edge!
Boom!
The jaws of everyone from Kirin dropped to the ground!
The Edge are a bunch of lunatics!
From top to bottom, they’re all mad!
Seeing the undisguised admiration that the members of The Edge have for Flynn only strengthens the conviction of the Kirin members.
They’ve been brainwashed by Flynn!
The Edge is rotten to the core!
Beyond saving!
Perhaps their desperation for victory has clouded their judgment. Inspired by Flynn’s motivational speech, do they now believe they are capable?
The Edge has fallen into an abyss.
“Brandon Pearce, your military career is about to end. You have brought shame to your family and disgrace to The Obsidian Tigers!”
“After the military exercise, you’ll be the laughingstock of the entire military,” said Reginald Shaw, not mincing his words.
He had just mocked Brandon Pearce, but now, all that was left was pity.
It was unexpected that Brandon Pearce has degenerated so much over the years, becoming what he is now.
Brandon Pearce didn’t respond, instead awkwardly looking at Flynn: “Mr. Clark, The Edge has embarrassed you, but they have tried their hardest…”
Flynn interrupted him: “The team hasn’t embarrassed me. Rather, you wasting an entire morning gabbing with Kirin’s people, that’s what I find embarrassing!”
“Are you done jawing with Reginald Shaw?”
“If not, I’ll be in my office. Call me when you’re finished.”
With that, Flynn left the scene.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The Kirin members were furious.
This mere head instructor dares to speak this way to the captain of The Edge?
And to accuse Reginald Shaw and Brandon Pearce of mere bluster?
Disrespectful!
Presumptuous!
Arrogant!
However, The Edge members shuddered.
Mr. Clark, the instructor, was angry!
He was upset that Mr. Pearce had bothered with Reginald Shaw, that clown!
Indeed, in the eyes of the Greater Sovereign, Reginald Shaw’s challenge and Brandon Pearce’s response were just a farce.
Shouldn’t tests of strength be reserved for the day of the military exercise? Is this how a military behaves, embroiled in personal vendettas?
“Stop!” Reginald Shaw bellowed in anger. “I came here to test The Edge’s strength, to show them their weaknesses so they can improve. Is that a waste of time?”
“I’ve exposed The Edge’s shortcomings, proving you are a disgrace! You should feel ashamed!”
“Testing strength?” Flynn turned, his eyes narrowing. “I didn’t see genuine help, just you strutting around with a bunch of failures.”
Failures?
The Kirin Special Operations Team members were stunned!
Then, fury erupted!
Even Callan Grey, the head instructor of the Kirin team, looked grim.
Flynn calling them rookies was a slight against him!
What right did he have to look down on them?
If the head instructor of the Flame Dragon Special Forces had said this, he wouldn’t be upset.
After all, their trainees were formidable, and they had trained several Grandmasters at their peak.
They were the Lesser Sovereign.
Flame Dragon had won first place for eight consecutive terms.
None of the other nine major war zones could match them.
And they were undeniably the best this year too.
He wouldn’t be surprised if they called Kirin rookies.
But this guy, with no accomplishments and The Edge’s training in shambles, dared mock Kirin’s people?
“You’re right, in my eyes, the Kirin Special Operations Team is just that!” Flynn said coldly and arrogantly.
Callan Grey sneered, “Well said, just that! If Kirin is just that, isn’t The Edge even worse?”
Ethan Langley and Clayton Robinson hung their heads.
They couldn’t deny it; Kirin had indeed beaten them just now…
Flynn noticed their morale, and said firmly, “I know your efforts, and I am reassured.”
“I’ll personally reform you!”
The Kirin members were stunned again.
What?
Was he starting to brainwash them again?
Ignoring the fact that The Edge was a mess, yet still feeling reassured?
Such thick skin!
And now he was talking about personal reform.
Was the previous method of brainwashing unreliable, prompting him to start a deeper one?