The army's fighting strength might not stand out in the new world, but it could move fast when it had to. The battlefield clearance was soon wrapping up, and the men gathered in twos and threes, chatting as they packed.

"What exactly is Boss Huang's strength? How is it that a nuclear-grade demon beast looks at him the way it'd look at a natural predator?"

"Isn't it obvious? A nuclear-grade jin beast can't beat a Firestarter Spirit, and the Firestarter Spirit is said to be at the peak of nuclear-grade. Boss Huang finished it off in three or five strokes, so he's definitely beyond nuclear-grade. Beyond nuclear-grade disciplining nuclear-grade is like me disciplining our family's puppy when I was a kid—you train it and it has to play meek."

"Damn strong, seriously. That sword, taking the head off in one cut—watching it almost stopped my breath."

"That was Boss Huang's battle-truck. The really strong one is Boss Huang himself. My god, I couldn't even follow it in the aerial footage and the Firestarter Spirit was already dead."

"That pose at the end where Boss Huang smoothed his hair back—did you all get a good look? Too cool."

"Speaking of which, you've all seen what Boss Huang actually looks like now. Really young. The more you look the better-looking he gets, the more imposing."

"He felt three meters tall to me. Standing there—I felt like a god from heaven was watching me. I wanted to throw myself flat on the ground and worship him right there."

"Not three meters. Two and a half, more like."

"How tall is Hu Wei? Boss Huang should be a fair bit taller than Hu Wei."

"Hu Wei's about one ninety-five, I think. Pilots really are strange—they can still grow taller. Why can't we warriors grow? Is it just because our Talent isn't up to an iron person's? Pity me, I'm only one sixty."

"What's wrong with one sixty? Didn't you land yourself a wife as pretty as flowers and jade, with another one kept on the side?"

"Shh, keep it down!"

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