The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 290 - 285: Flaws, Weaknesses! (2)

「The first day.」

It was the first day of Qin Fan's tenure.

Seventeen soldiers fought with all their might for about twenty minutes, until not a single one could stand. They all lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

Originally, they thought it was just Qin Fan making a show of force. But they were wrong. This was not a show of force; it was the beginning of their nightmare.

「The second day.」

They gathered again, dragging their bodies that felt on the verge of disintegrating. To their dismay, Qin Fan's routine was the same.

One word: Fight!

Two words: Fight back!

Three words: Fight to the death!

When they were beaten down, they were whipped back to their feet with a Soft Whip. When they were beaten until they bled, they were forced to swallow some foul elixir Qin Fan handed them.

Then it was back up to keep fighting.

「The third day.」

Even walking was difficult. Qin Fan's order was still the same inhuman command: keep fighting.

If they could, the soldiers would have cried.

Damn it! He's trying to torture us to death!

They had hoped that seeing them in this state would make Qin Fan go easy on them. Instead, he brought out a high-pressure hose and mercilessly blasted them with it, claiming it would "awaken their willpower."

After three full days of this inhuman torture, not a single one of them could walk properly.

At the assembly on the fourth day, all seventeen men arrived on crutches. Their once-resolute faces were now filled with terror.

They feared that freak would take away their crutches and make them fight again! That would truly be the death of them!

As they assembled in a trembling line, the faces the seventeen soldiers turned toward Qin Fan showed nothing but fear.

"COUGH, COUGH!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

With his hands behind his back and dressed in sportswear, Qin Fan glanced at the seventeen soldiers and cleared his throat.

WHOOSH!

That simple sound made the seventeen soldiers tremble violently, as if they were facing a primordial Giant Beast. Even the crutches in their hands shook uncontrollably.

"In… Instructor!" the seventeen men called out weakly, their voices laced with guilt.

"Look at this pathetic sight. Is the food in the military region that bad, or are you all just a bunch of cowards?" Qin Fan said, shaking his head in disdain.

This was nothing compared to his own experiences. When the Elder of the Heavenly Dao had first taken him to the Cangqiong Continent, what he endured was a fate worse than death. It was only his unwilling rage that had allowed him to survive to the end. Anyone else would have died several times over. Compared to what he had gone through back then, what were these little hardships the soldiers were facing?

"Instructor!"

Stirred by Qin Fan's provocation, the seventeen soldiers stiffened and shouted loudly.

"Get rid of those fire sticks you're holding! It's embarrassing just looking at you!" Qin Fan did not bother commenting on the volume of their voices, instead glancing at the crutches before him with a scornful smirk.

Throw away our crutches?

The moment they heard this, the soldiers' faces turned deathly pale.

Damn it! We're already in this state, and this freak still won't let us off the hook? If this torture continues, forget the Martial Arts Tournament; we won't even survive long enough to see it!

"What? Are my words not good enough for you, or are you planning a mutiny?" Qin Fan asked with a flippant, playful smile.

CLANG!

The soldier at the front, clenching his jaw in frustration, threw his crutches to the ground. As soon as they left his hands, his legs began to tremble so violently that it was clearly an effort just to remain standing.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Seeing this, the other soldiers gritted their teeth and threw their crutches down as well. In an instant, seventeen pairs of legs shaking in the dusty wind created a unique spectacle. Paired with their bruised and swollen faces, they were a truly pitiful sight.

But this was the path they had chosen for themselves. From the beginning, Qin Fan had never forced them to stay. On the contrary, "Leave if you want" was the phrase he had repeated most often over the past few days. It was they who could not let go of their final shred of pride and dignity.

"Sit down," Qin Fan said, shaking his head with an amused sigh as he looked at their expressions, each more aggrieved and pathetic than the last.

Sit down? This… Has this psycho had a change of heart?

"In-Instructor, we can sit down?" one soldier asked in disbelief, his expression one of utter bewilderment, as if he must have misheard.

"Of course. You can also remain standing if you prefer," Qin Fan replied.

"No, no, no! We'll sit! I'll sit!"

Before Qin Fan had even finished speaking, the seventeen men were all shouting anxiously. They scrambled to sit on the ground, every man for himself.

In Qin Fan's presence, being allowed to sit was a rare luxury. This fact alone was enough to show what kind of inhumane treatment they had endured.

Seeing the seventeen faces relax into comfortable smiles, Qin Fan also smiled slightly. He then picked up the backpack at his feet, opened it, and took out more than a dozen notebooks. Walking toward the soldiers, he began tossing them out. Without needing to look, the notebooks flew from his hand, each one landing precisely in front of its intended recipient.

"Instructor, what… what is this?" a soldier asked with a puzzled look before he had even opened it.

"These contain your weaknesses and the flaws in your close-quarters combat. Over these past three days, I believe you have all given it your absolute everything. Therefore, these notebooks record every one of your individual shortcomings and openings. Read them carefully, reflect on them, and see if I'm not right," Qin Fan stated calmly. After speaking, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and hopped onto the hood of a nearby military vehicle. Leaning back, he began to leisurely puff out clouds of smoke.

Weaknesses? Flaws? He recorded everything? How is that possible?!

Although they harbored such skeptical thoughts, Qin Fan's authority kept them from speaking their minds. They slowly began to flip through the notebooks.

The moment they started reading, expressions of utter shock, as if they had seen a ghost, appeared on their faces.

So-called weaknesses and flaws are often things a person does not notice about themselves. But once they are pointed out, the realization strikes like a profound epiphany. As they read the almost flawless records, the soldiers were overwhelmed with incredulous astonishment.

But what followed was even more inconceivable. Qin Fan had not just pointed out their weaknesses and flaws; he had also detailed the origin of each. He even noted old injuries—when they happened and how severe they were—all without a single error.

"Instructor, how could you know all this so precisely? How did you do it?" one soldier asked, pushing himself to his feet on legs that were so sore they felt like they would collapse. He stared at Qin Fan, completely astounded.

"I don't have the time or interest to watch you monkey around with those half-baked fighting skills of yours," Qin Fan said, leaning back against the windshield and exhaling a puff of smoke. He shook his head nonchalantly. "The reason I made you fight to the death, holding nothing back, was to see through your abilities completely. And having done so, I've realized that your six consecutive years of finishing last are no accident. You absolutely deserved it.

"Furthermore, you should be grateful this was just an internal sparring session and not a life-or-death battle out in the world. Otherwise, the fact that you're still alive would be a miracle of miracles."