It took a full half a minute for Lin Zhiyan to snap out of her daze.

Lin Zhiyan hurriedly broke free from Xiao Feng's arms, feeling her cheeks burning hot, as if sitting next to a campfire: "I, I lost!"

Leaving behind a word, Lin Zhiyan jumped off the stage as if fleeing, quickly running toward the training ground's gate.

Xiao Feng shook his head and chuckled; this woman usually appeared calm and composed, but occasionally losing her cool added a certain charm.

In fact, Xiao Feng was not idle enough to intentionally provoke Lin Zhiyan for a duel without reason; there was a purpose behind his actions.

In Xiao Feng's view, knowing Lin Zhiyan's true strength was necessary at least to have a clear idea of what she could help with in the future.

Using Xiao Feng's standards, Lin Zhiyan's skills were not exactly impressive, but at most mediocre. However, her whip technique was somewhat intriguing, with its fierce and aggressive attack and considerable advantage in defense, making it worth considering for the little girl to learn.

At this moment, at the entrance of the training ground, Miao Yueqian walked in with a charming smile: "Not bad, you now have a bit of the heart-thief aura."

"Speak directly," Xiao Feng replied displeased: "Don't keep putting labels on me."

"I'm just stating the facts, okay?" Miao Yueqian rolled her eyes: "The way you held that beauty just now, if paired with some background music, it would resemble a scene straight out of an idol drama."

Xiao Feng was a bit surprised: "You saw it?"

Miao Yueqian smiled and then pointed to the roof.

Xiao Feng looked up, astonished to see high-definition cameras installed at the four corners and overhead of the stage, used to record the fighting level of the team members, to identify areas for improvement and enhancement, allowing team members to have a clear understanding of their strengths and weaknesses.

"Don't worry, I just happened to see it while returning to the office for a drink," Miao Yueqian winked: "I'll keep your secret."

Xiao Feng chuckled lightly, clasping his hands behind his back without any trace of embarrassment: "There's nothing shameful about it; if you want to broadcast it widely, go ahead, I won't owe you a favor anyway."

Miao Yueqian seemed a bit disappointed, sighing: "I really don't know how to make you stay, forget it, the team members need to continue training. Do you want to observe?"

Xiao Feng nodded and stepped off the stage, heading toward the high platform.

He glanced at Miao Yueqian, who seemed lost in thought beside him, feeling that, in some ways, she was somewhat similar to Du Linlang, only she had her bottom line and wouldn't resort to unscrupulous means to achieve her goals.

A whistle blew, and under the leadership of Wei Shuai, the team members entered with neat steps, their footsteps echoing on the training ground floor like a giant striding forward.

Lu Yao and others also came to the high platform at this moment, walking behind Xiao Feng, watching the elite members below, each with different emotions, but the sense of reassurance was the same.

Having such a team as a guardian is a blessing for the country, and for the people as well!

The little girl exclaimed with bright eyes: "So cool! But still a bit behind Brother Xiao Feng."

Everyone nearby wore a grim face, Mu Shihan's almost blind worship of Xiao Feng gave off the vibe of a fervent fan in the celebrity fandom.

After the formation was complete, Miao Yueqian said solemnly: "Now, please welcome Instructor Xiao Feng to say a few words, everyone clap!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Shuai and others trembled in their bodies, thunderous applause sounded in the training ground, everyone looking at Xiao Feng with a kind of yearning, longing for such formidable strength!

Xiao Feng pondered for a moment, then instead of giving a speech to the team members, he looked at Miao Yueqian: "Where's the lion I asked for?"

"..." Everyone was speechless, thinking Xiao Feng was joking, but now it seemed obvious that Xiao Feng was serious.

"Ahem... The higher-ups said our request didn't comply with the regulations and was rejected," Miao Yueqian explained, somewhat awkwardly.

Xiao Feng turned his gaze to the team members: "Nothing to say, let's start training."

"Yes!" Wei Shuai and others replied in unison and then divided into two teams to simulate a confrontation, each eager to show skills, hoping to gain Xiao Feng's attention.

Watching the team members sweating it out below, listening to the sporadic shouts around him, Xiao Feng frowned slightly: "Compared to the beginning, there is already significant improvement, but still far from enough. Competing at this level, it's difficult to win the top prize."

Miao Yueqian asked, puzzled: "You haven't seen the level of other competitors, why are you so sure we might not win the championship?"

"If you thought of inviting me as an instructor, wouldn't other teams have smart people too?" Xiao Feng laughed: "Moreover, it's not the instructor competing at the end; it's still relying on the foundation of the team members. Your members may have a decent foundation, but can you claim they're the best among all teams?"

Miao Yueqian was immediately silent. Although her time knowing Xiao Feng was short, she had some understanding of his character; not being arrogant was already good, let alone "belittling" themselves like now.

This meant that Xiao Feng's claim that the current level was not a joke?

While pondering, she suddenly noticed Xiao Feng smiling: "Maybe it's not clear enough to say this, let me put it simply, imagine you're the coach of the national table tennis team, and I'm the coach of the national men's soccer team..."

"What do you mean?" Miao Yueqian did not understand. What was Xiao Feng trying to convey with this analogy?

"Hear me out, according to my previous scenario, your table tennis team is like a top-performance sports car, zooming with one pedal, while my men's soccer team is like a tank stuck in reverse gear, can't move forward even half a step no matter how exhausted."

Xiao Feng exhaled and said: "Perhaps it's an exaggeration, but that's the importance of the base team. I initially thought the training intensity was adequate, but looking now, it's still far from enough."

Observing Miao Yueqian's thoughtful expression, Xiao Feng added: "You can check last year's competition and the final results of the championship team, then compare it to our team's results, and you'll understand my concerns."

"No need." Miao Yueqian took a deep breath, knowing that since Xiao Feng said so, he must have checked beforehand: "Is there any remedy?"

Xiao Feng spread his hands: "Simple, bring the lion over."

"..." Miao Yueqian was speechless: "Is there any other solution?"

Xiao Feng mused: "Yes, bringing a tiger, or leopard, or elephant or something is fine."

Wang Lubo couldn't help but speak up: "Feng brother, let's stop messing with animals, dealing with those wolves, tigers, and leopards is too scary."

Miao Yueqian ignored Wang Lubo's interruption and asked: "How about changing the punishment to double training, do you think that's okay? This way we can enhance their abilities and also teach them a lesson."

"Sure." Xiao Feng replied with a smile: "But I am not responsible for them if they break down from the training."

Below, the team members continued to work hard, but little did they know, their performance was not at all on Xiao Feng's radar.

Lu Yao watched the team members below, their hair soaked with sweat, contemplating. Even compared to Xiao Feng, the training intensity was much more juvenile than her past training regimen.

Of course, such comparisons are meaningless. The selection method of the Devil's Concentration Camp was very special, knowing there wouldn't be any accident from rigorous training, so they dared to push hard, extracting combat power as fast as possible.

In the end, Xiao Feng still earnestly improved each individual's training plan. Although he still thought winning the championship was unlikely, the start time for the competition was imminent, leaving it to fate.

Yet at this moment, a phone call came in, and Xiao Feng answered, frowning instantly, as the caller was Lone Wolf.

"Hello!" Xiao Feng picked up the phone.

Lone Wolf's voice was somewhat uneasy: "Brother, I, I, I..."

Three "I"s in a row, yet Lone Wolf never managed to finish his sentence.

Xiao Feng grew a bit impatient: "Stop dawdling, spit it out!"

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