# 817
Chapter 818: Jialan's Three Punches
"Impossible. Once the Town-Suppressing Monument is activated, everyone's cultivation level will be suppressed to the 'Pool' realm at most. As long as we hide among the crowd and seize the right opportunity, we can definitely catch the [Night Watch] and all the instructors off guard, taking control of this training camp.
As long as we can flatten this training camp and kill these six hundred-plus recruits, the Night Watch of Great Xia will suffer a severe blow in personnel circulation. With personnel unable to be properly allocated, the strength of the border war passes will be greatly weakened. When the evil gods attack, Great Xia will inevitably fall!
The era of the Dark Gods is surely coming!" The gaunt recruit's eyes blazed with excitement.
The other two were equally stirred up.
"By the way, what about that one? Didn't you say that person has already infiltrated the training camp and will cooperate with our行动?" The young recruit seemed to recall something and asked疑惑ly.
"Senior Qianmo is one of the three ancient gods of our Church of the Ancient Gods. His whereabouts are always unpredictable. How could someone like us猜透 it?"
"True. Senior Qianmo must have already penetrated the enemy's ranks, secretly observing our performance."
"There's still quite a bit of time before the assessment ends. We should advance steadily, follow these recruits for now, and look for our chance to act."
"Agreed!"
...
Training Camp.
Shooting Range.
Jialan wore the Red Child's mask, sitting bored on the rooftop of the shooting range, listening to the piercing screams around her, and yawned.
"Why hasn't anyone found me yet... I want to scare some kids too, you know?"
Jialan sighed沮丧ly.
Just then, a small group of recruits, about fifty or sixty people, came rushing over from the distance, armed with spears and swords, their faces flushed with excitement.
The moment she saw them, Jialan's eyes lit up.
She quickly climbed down from the rooftop, about to excitedly leap down directly, but then seemed to remember something. She cleared her throat and quietly took out bloody thread and needles along with lifelike heads from her bag.
"Script, script... What was my character setting again?"
Jialan stood茫然 in place, one hand holding the thread and needle, the other clutching a blood-soaked head. After a moment, she clicked her tongue, put both down, and instead pulled out a small notebook from her chest, flipping through it rapidly.
"Mm... I'm a female demon lord who likes to string human heads into a belt and hang them at her waist... Human head belt? I'd need to use the thread to string these props together first."
Jialan immediately put away the notebook, took out the bloody thread and needle, pinching the needle with one hand and the red thread with the other, eyes wide open, desperately trying to thread the line through the needle's tiny hole.
However, after several attempts, she failed every time.
That tiny thread tip seemed to have a mind of its own and simply wouldn't go through the needle's eye.
Watching those recruits burst into the shooting range and begin searching rapidly, Jialan's face showed urgency. She directly removed her Red Child mask, licked the tip of the red thread with her tongue, and while threading muttered:
"That dead fatty really... couldn't he have prepared all the props properly before giving them to me?!"
Finally, Jialan managed to thread the red line through the needle, successfully stringing all the heads into a belt. But then another problem arose—her waist was too slender. There was no way she could tie this human head belt around her waist...
Jialan watched as those recruits were about to reach the top floor. In her urgency, an idea struck!
She grabbed the training mat from the corner of the top floor, forcefully stuffing it into the deep blue Hanfu beneath her cloak, trying to increase her waistline this way so she could fit into the human head belt.
Just then, from the stairwell on the top floor, many figures rushed upward in their search.
"Do you think there might be members of the [Night Watch] squad here?"
"I think there should be. When we were searching downstairs just now, I heard movement on the rooftop."
"Really or not? Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"..."
The recruits, armed with spears and swords, burning with fighting spirit, kicked open the door to the top floor with one blow!
A gentle breeze drifted across the top of the shooting range. In the empty floor, a girl in deep blue Hanfu held a string of human heads in her left hand and clutched a training mat in her right, gritting her teeth as she拼命tried to stuff the mat into her collar...
Seeing these suddenly appearing recruits, Jialan's movements froze instantly.
She was stunned.
The recruits were stunned too.
The air fell into dead silence.
The recruits swallowed hard, their gazes unconsciously drifting to the side, where they spotted the Red Child's mask that Jialan had tossed aside.
"Huh? She's..."
BOOM—!!
Jialan crushed the mat in her hand with a single squeeze. A terrifying aura burst forth, strands of black hair floating upward on their own. She looked at these recruits with a mixture of embarrassment and fury, her eyes filled with determination.
Sorry, Qiye,
I can't leave any recruits on the field to create atmosphere for you anymore.
Today, not a single one of these recruits will leave here conscious!
Jialan's figure turned into an afterimage, like a ferocious blue beast, crashing into the bewildered crowd. Her fair palm clenched into a fist, whistling as it crashed onto their bodies!
"Not good! Everyone together..."
Before the leading recruit could finish speaking, Jialan punched him directly in the forehead. His eyes rolled back and he slumped down cleanly unconscious.
The other recruits reacted quickly, using their spears, guns, and blade tips to frantically attack Jialan.
However, no matter what kind of attack landed on this blue-clothed girl, it failed to leave even a scratch.
Jialan darted and dodged rapidly among the recruits, using her full strength—one punch per recruit. The recruits tumbled down like waves receding from shore.
Just then, among the recruits, an unassuming-looking young man suddenly had a cold, sinister gleam flash in his eyes. An extremely chilling energy appeared in his palm. Seizing the opportunity, he fiercely smashed it toward Jialan's back!
A狰狞cold smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
"First one..."
As one of the three ancient gods of the Church of the Ancient Gods, on the same level as [Yiyu], [Qianmo] was the most unpredictable in terms of whereabouts among the entire Church. Very few people knew his appearance, knew his abilities. He was like a ghost, forever drifting through the mortal world, harvesting lives imperceptibly.
Although the Town-Suppressing Monument had suppressed his cultivation level to the "Pool" realm, relying on that ultra-high-danger God's Ruins, Qianmo was confident he could kill anyone in this training camp with a single strike—even members of the [Night Watch] squad would be no exception.
The palm full of chilling energy struck Jialan's back heavily, but it was like an egg hitting a stone—shattering inch by inch.
Qianmo's expression stiffened.
After punching another recruit unconscious, Jialan slowly turned her head and looked at the Qianmo behind her.
"Still got one that slipped through the net?" Jialan muttered. She grabbed Qianmo's collar with one hand, raised her right fist high, and swung it directly at Qianmo's head.