Five minutes later.
The burly black instructor was defeated.
Even the head instructor couldn't resist stepping in to test Lin Mo himself.
Yet he too was overwhelmed by Lin Mo's sheer, crushing strength.
Witnessing this, the head instructor couldn't help but remark, "Kid, with those extra twenty laps factored in, you've got the makings of a soldier. Why not aim for National Defense University? With your abilities, it'd be a breeze."
Lin Mo broke into a sweat at the suggestion—he'd rather wait until his Daoist cultivation peaked and wipe out the Americans and Japanese outright.
Had the head instructor made this offer in his past life, he might've actually enrolled in National Defense University and joined the military.
But this time around, he had different goals and methods.
In the end, Lin Mo was indeed exempted from most drills.
While everyone else baked under the scorching sun, he lounged in the shade.
Even the defeated burly instructor kept coming over to ask Lin Mo about his training regimen.
Then the entire class watched as Lin Mo knocked out thirty one-arm pull-ups without breaking a sweat.
For a time, Lin Mo's reputation was unmatched.
That said, he wasn't completely excused from training—he still stood at attention like everyone else most of the time.
This kept the other students from feeling too resentful.
When noon break arrived, Class Eight swarmed around Lin Mo, some wanting to squeeze his muscles, others shamelessly reaching for his crotch.
Lin Mo barely escaped the mob, only to be intercepted by the head instructor and his team while heading to lunch.
"Where you running off to, kid?"
Post-training, the instructors had visibly relaxed, their faces sporting faint smiles.
"Was heading out to eat, but got surrounded."
A female instructor chuckled. "Oh, I saw—half the girls in school were eyeing you. Quite the ladies' man for someone so young."
Lin Mo hadn't expected such bluntness, but he was more seasoned than any of them. Feigning embarrassment, he said, "I'm just a freshman—grades come first. This spotlight won't last, and I'm just glad you instructors don't mind my earlier... enthusiasm."
The head instructor clapped Lin Mo's shoulder. "Little Qian already explained things. But seriously, kid, reconsider National Defense University. Or enlist after high school—you could still attend military academy."
Lin Mo nodded.
"I'll think it over carefully, sir. Thanks for the advice."
Seeing this, the head instructor didn't press further. He simply recognized Lin Mo's potential, though he knew any military assignment would take the boy far from home.
"Come on, weren't you going to eat? Join us—we've got all-you-can-eat rations."
Lin Mo didn't refuse. Food was food, after all.
He proceeded to demonstrate what "appetite" truly meant.
By the fifth heaping bowl, even the head instructor had to marvel.
"No wonder you're so strong—eating like a bear will do that."
The instructors' mess hall offered unlimited portions—mediocre in taste but guaranteed to fill any stomach.
Lin Mo ate until thoroughly satisfied.
He even released a contented belch.
Since taking the Body Tempering Pill, this was the first time he'd actually felt full.
After bidding farewell to the instructors, Lin Mo headed to the track for his daily jog.
Today's quota: thirty laps.
Perhaps aerobic exercise counted as a form of qi cultivation too.
Though yesterday's twenty had now become thirty.
Lin Mo treated the running as nothing more than a way to aid digestion.
......
Lin Mo became famous overnight.
Many students couldn’t resist passing by Class 8 of Grade 10 just to catch a glimpse of the legendary guy who had beaten the drill instructor in an arm-wrestling match.
However, they were disappointed—all they saw was a fair-skinned girl with bright eyes and pearly-white teeth sitting in the classroom, unhappily picking at her exquisitely packed lunchbox.
Jiang Yunlu had gone looking for Lin Mo as soon as the military training was dismissed.
Unfortunately, she could only watch helplessly as Lin Mo was taken by the drill instructor to the cafeteria.
So today, she wouldn’t get to eat any grilled sausages.
And Lin Mo still hadn’t returned after a long while.
Lunch break was almost over—why hadn’t he come back yet?
Jiang Yunlu took small bites of her food, barely tasting anything.
It took her forever just to finish a tiny portion.
She had no appetite left for the rest.
“Why’d you eat so little today?” Lin Mo’s voice came from above her.
A flicker of joy crossed Jiang Yunlu’s face, but she quickly pouted, remembering she was supposed to be upset.
“I wanted grilled sausages, but you weren’t here.”
Lin Mo hadn’t expected this little glutton to crave sausages again after just having them yesterday.
Still, he glanced at the fancy meal on the table.
“Grilled sausages are nice, but you shouldn’t skip proper meals. You still need to eat.”
But Jiang Yunlu just stared at him with pitiful eyes,
wearing a look that screamed, “Please?”
After a moment’s thought, Lin Mo finally nodded.
“Fine, I’ll bring you some after dismissal this afternoon.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu nodded vigorously and held up two fingers.
“I want two!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Lin Mo didn’t mind.
He had all the freedom in the world anyway.
Though he still had thirty laps left to run today, he could always finish them during the afternoon training.
“Thank you, Lin Mo! You’re such a good person!”
Oh great, now he’d been friend-zoned.
Jiang Yunlu brightened up at the thought of sausages, and her appetite seemed to return. She took a few more bites of her meal.
Even the crab meat on top tasted much better now.
Lin Mo shook his head helplessly.
This girl—she didn’t like crab meat but adored those processed, artificially flavored sausages.
During the afternoon training, Lin Mo exchanged a quick word with Drill Instructor Qian before starting his run.
He’d already done twenty laps at noon—just ten more to go.
But Lin Mo kept a brisk pace for those remaining laps, leaving Instructor Qian sweating buckets.
If Lin Mo had agreed to his original challenge, the instructor would’ve lost miserably.
The head instructor sidled up to them.
“If this kid joined the motorized infantry, he’d be a top-tier soldier.”
Instructor Qian rolled his eyes.
“Captain, if this kid were under your command, would you really send him to the motorized unit?”
“It’s Head Instructor!” the man corrected with a smirk. “Of course not. I’d send him straight to the special forces or an assault unit.”
Lin Mo had no idea these people were scheming about where to assign him.
If he’d known, he’d probably pretend to be interested—only to refuse later.
By the time he graduated high school, he might already be a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
One swing of his staff, and poof—no more America or Japan.
Why would he even need to enlist?
After finishing his run, Lin Mo stood by and watched the others train.
Many students eyed him with envy, which the instructors noticed.
But they just said, “If any of you can beat a drill instructor in arm wrestling, you can skip training too.”
At that, everyone lowered their heads in defeat.
Of course, some wanted to challenge them, but they couldn’t even defeat the female instructor, let alone the strongest and most muscular instructor, Black Zhuang.
Before the military training disbanded, Lin Mo disappeared under the shade of the trees.
After dismissal, Jiang Yunlu returned to the classroom but still couldn’t find any trace of Lin Mo.
"Liar!"
As soon as she sat down, a rich, savory aroma wafted from inside her desk.
Looking down, she saw two grilled sausages lying there.
"What did you just say?" Lin Mo’s voice sounded beside the girl.
Her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head, murmuring sheepishly, "Sorry~ I was wrong~"