Chapter 615: Chapter 43 I Have a Different Way of Distinguishing_2
Along with Cortana signaling with her eyes, Jason watched as the screen went dark.
Frowning, Jason was taken aback by the general’s reaction.
And those last words, “Can I trust Koda?”
Such a hint-laden remark sparked an involuntary guess in the depths of Jason’s mind—
Maybe the “Ground Reconnaissance Bureau” was not unaware of the Sabie Aliens’ plan!
At least, that was the impression the old general gave Jason, as though the other party had known all along.
Then…
Sensing sothing, Jason narrowed his eyes, an unusual glint flashing across them.
…
"General, should we give any special instructions to Sergeant Major Jason?”
In the conference room, a staff officer asked the general who had just ended communication in a soft voice.
"No need for that.”
"Sergeant Major Jason is smarter and more cautious than we thought,” the officer said.
"He knows what he should do.”
The general waved his hand and then picked up Jennifer’s notebook.
As he perused the nas inside, a chilling coldness grew in his eyes.
"Bring them back to .”
"And interrogate them one by one.
"I want to know if this is everything!” the general said coldly.
"Yes, General.”
Taking the list, a staff officer quickly departed, while the remaining staff mbers discussed in low voices.
They talked about both the ‘sleeper agents’ and the upcoming battles.
After about five minutes of discussion, the general’s knock on the table brought it to a close.
"Gentlen, we are prepared.”
"Take action,” the general ordered.
Imdiately, all the staff officers sprung into action.
Monts later, a holographic map encompassing all the major cities on the ground displayed in the conference room, and the general, with a solemn expression, drew a circle over Cherry City. 𝖗𝘈ΝꝊ𝐛Еs
"I hope he murmured to himself.
The voice was so low, that apart from the beginning, it was entirely inaudible.
…
As the evening light lingered, Jason saw his old instructor Koda and all the mbers of ‘Copper’s Resolve’ in Cherry City once again.
They were of different ages, but invariably, they were all muscular and tall n.
At that mont, there were about thirty of them, each with their gear box on their backs, standing in a line wearing sports vests and greeting Jason with friendly smiles, their eyes filled with curious inspection.
They had roughly heard from the old instructor.
This was a warrior like them.
Moreover, with an exceptionally strong talent.
They believed the old instructor’s words.
And because of that belief, they were all the more curious.
They knew the old instructor seldom praised soone so highly.
Vince stepped out from among the crowd.
"Jason!”
The young Knight greeted him with a hearty laugh.
As one of only two mbers of ‘Copper’s Resolve’ who had previously interacted with Jason, he naturally assud the role of the introducer.
Jason nodded in response.
Then, he stood up.
Sitting there, Jason’s height was already remarkable, but as he stood, his tall, muscular fra was fully revealed.
In fact, he was taller and more muscular than all the present mbers of ‘Copper’s Resolve’.
Instantly, the mbers’ smiles grew even more genial.
Muscle is strength!
With such straightforward thinking, the mbers of ‘Copper’s Resolve’ respected those stronger than themselves.
A few couldn’t help but flex their biceps, showing off to Jason.
It wasn’t a challenge.
It was a simple greeting, a show of respect.
As ordinary people greet their elders with a “hello.”
Jason subconsciously watched this display.
He was estimating the strength in those muscles.
At the sa ti, his Master-level Barehanded Combat skills helped him judge what skills those muscle contours were suited for.
Despite wearing a mask, Jason’s focus was noticed by the surrounding mbers of ‘Copper’s Resolve.’
Realizing that this strong man was paying attention to those who were showing off, they started to flex, each in their own way, striving to fully display their muscles.
The evening’s afterglow, under this display, beca intensely hot.
Jason ignored this and swept his gaze over the muscles on display.
He certainly hadn’t forgotten the idea of supplenting his “Barehanded Combat” with extra Talent.
"Truly a good warrior,”
The old instructor keenly spotted sothing different in Jason’s gaze and couldn’t help but sigh.
He really hoped Jason was a mber of “Indomitable Bronze.”
Hearing the old instructor’s words, the mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” who were displaying their muscles also began to react.
Was Jason’s gaze exploring their strengths based on their muscles?
Deserving of a strong man!
Just by looking, he could discern all these!
Is this also why the instructor often had “exhibit” myself to the strong?
mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” began to exhibit themselves with even more vigor.
This process continued for over ten minutes, until Jason completely withdrew his gaze, and then, they beca even more enthusiastic toward Jason.
The exchange between warriors was never complicated.
A single look, if it felt right, was enough.
Moreover, warriors were never shy.
They asked whatever they had on their minds.
"Sir Jason, how do you find ?”
"I always feel like I’m lacking sothing.”
"Right, Sir Jason, look at !”
"I also think I’m lacking sothing?”
The enthusiastic mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” surrounded Jason and asked loudly.
"What you’re lacking, I can’t yet conclude,”
"However, we can discuss it privately,”
"And practice in real combat.”
Jason was laying the groundwork for augnting “Barehanded Combat.”
The old instructor stood by with a full-faced smile.
This was the scene he was most pleased to see.
A harmonious atmosphere where cheerful youngsters gathered together, seeking advice from each other, advancing together.
"This is youth!”
The old instructor exclaid.
Then, he pushed through the crowd and walked up to Jason.
"We’ll talk about real combat later,”
"Right now, we need Jason to evaluate you.”
The old instructor hadn’t forgotten the purpose of this visit.
Of course, he wouldn’t directly ntion anything about ‘infiltrators.’
Because that would sadden the young n in front of him.
So, his words ca out a bit strange.
Imdiately, the mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” got serious and turned their gaze to Jason.
Vince was the first to co forward.
"Sir Jason, what should we do?”
"Please inform us, and we will comply faithfully.”
Then, this young knight’s gaze couldn’t help but glance at the “Assault Freedom.”
The “Assault Freedom,” specially modified by Jason, was really too conspicuous at this mont, hard not to notice.
But Jason moved to the side.
He had changed his original intention of using “Assault Freedom.”
To better understand these mbers, he planned to use a more straightforward approach.
Jason walked to a clearing previously ford by an explosion, began to quickly clear the debris, and with his feet, he compacted the ground.
Next, he picked up a tree branch and drew a circle along the ground.
Then, Jason stepped into the circle, threw his wide-blade short handle knife onto a tree branch nearby, and assud a stance.
The mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” were stunned.
Was this…
Wrestling?
While the mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” were astonished, Jason activated “Protection Against Evil.”
Unlike usual combat, the field of “Protection Against Evil” didn’t shoot out but was triggered around Jason himself.
In an instant, the mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” sensed sothing different.
The intuition of a warrior told them that Jason was different now.
Although they didn’t know what exactly had changed, it was enough for them to advance at this mont.
"I’ll go first!”
Vince was the first to step into the clearing.
The next mont—
Smack!
Two pairs of strong palms collided.
All the muscles tensed in that mont.
Bones crackled and popped.
The tall, robust mbers of “Indomitable Bronze” subconsciously crowded around the ring, not making a sound, just staring intently at the two grappling figures.
The atmosphere imdiately beca tense and charged.
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