Moments later, under the watchful eyes of the high-ranking officials and Ming Zhitian, they completed three hundred handstand push-ups.
Irina was pleased. "Fifteen minutes and fifty-eight seconds, excellent. Faster than last time's sixteen minutes and twenty-nine seconds. A new record."
She then looked at Ming Zhitian meaningfully. "The elite of my elite soldiers, how are they?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head. "Too weak."
"What?!" The three hundred special forces soldiers were indignant, clenching their fists.
Seeing their dismissive gazes, Ming Zhitian extended a pinky finger. "Five hundred handstand push-ups in five minutes. That means, an average of one hundred per minute, ten in six seconds!"
Already god-like! The mortals were stunned.
It wasn't until General Pashuo began to clap...
that the surprise and silence were broken.
"As expected, heroes emerge from youth. We are old," General Pashuo said with great admiration.
Irina also wanted to praise him, but Ming Zhitian waved his hand. "My level is beyond your reach, extremely difficult to attain."
His words, spoken casually, weighed heavily on everyone present. They all yearned to try.
"Report!"
A soldier spoke. Irina looked at him. "Speak."
Soldier: "I am unconvinced! I challenge him!"
Irina turned to Ming Zhitian. "Is he worthy of a challenge?"
Ming Zhitian pointed to a row. "Come at me all at once."
The soldier was surprised. "Ten against one?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head slightly. "No, all of you, come at me together."
"Three hundred? Arrogant...!"
The soldier struck first, throwing a punch!
For an ordinary person, this punch would have been fatal or severely injurious. Ming Zhitian didn't even move. He punched the soldier in the abdomen, then charged into the crowd alone, immediately unleashing a flurry of shouts and attacks.
Thirty seconds later...
In just half a minute, even the more than two hundred who reacted later could not defend themselves and were instantly defeated.
Ming Zhitian stood like a god of war at the apex, with the three hundred men prostrate at his feet.
"How is this possible?..." Irina covered her lips, which were red like flames.
General Pashuo was also shocked. "Ascending Dragon Realm, triple heaven. These are the elites of our Divine Eagle combat team, known as the Dragon Team. What kind of monster is he?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Too weak."
"......" No one dared to utter another word.
With a casual wave of his hand, Ming Zhitian deployed forty-nine flags of various colors and sixty-four small banners, establishing a grand formation to help the three hundred soldiers cultivate. They gradually ascended from the Ascending Dragon Realm to the Pill Refining Realm, surpassing it, and directly reaching the first level of the Wang Tian Realm!
Ming Zhitian nodded with slight satisfaction, then distributed a series of hundred-grade cultivation pills to them. "Cultivate well. Reaching the peak of the Asura Realm within half a year should not be difficult."
"This!..."
Irina and the others were nothing but shocked.
Ming Zhitian slowly walked towards Irina. General Pashuo, a sense of dread rising, instinctively stepped forward to shield Irina. His military demeanor was resolute and unyielding.
Even facing an incredibly powerful and terrifying enemy, General Pashuo remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged. Ming Zhitian admired such a soldier.
Ming Zhitian said, "Let me ask you, are you a registered, lesser disciple of the Immortal Old Demon?"
Irina's body... no, her delicate frame trembled. "How... how did you know?"
"Could he be able to read minds?..."
Just as she thought this, Ming Zhitian said, "I am the successor disciple of the Immortal Old Demon."
"!"
Irina's expression was one of surprise. "So you are Senior Brother. Please accept this Junior Sister's bow!"