1260 Even the Dog Swaggers When Its Master Wins Favor!

According to the Buddha's Sutra, visualized objects could dissipate and materialize at any time.

Wang Teng dissipated the Fire God Hammer and Lightning God Hammer after creating the pagoda.

After all, visualized objects consumed spiritual power.

But then he realized that the two hammers were still there.

This didn't seem right!

Did the hammers have self-awareness?

The two hammers were floating next to the Nine Treasures Pagoda, looking small in comparison, which is why he didn't notice them at first.

He stretched out his hands, and the two hammers flew to land on his palms obediently.

He then tried to sense them.

"There's no consciousness, but they contain the contract origin." Wang Teng had a weird expression, as if having discovered the reason why the two hammers had stayed behind.

They appeared to be similar to the Nine Treasures Pagoda.

Does this count as… buy one get two free?

"It doesn't matter. It's a good thing anyway." Wang Teng shook his head.

The two hammers seemed good for bashing people.

Apart from that, he couldn't think of any other uses for the time being. He stopped thinking about it and planned to study them at his own pace later.

Reality.

Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes. His complexion was a little pale, and he felt that his facial muscles were a bit stiff as he rubbed them with his hands.

"The Buddha's Sutra is meant for people to cultivate. It's too painful!" Wang Teng muttered, "My face is not paralyzed, is it?"

He hurriedly got off the bed and entered the bathroom. He then saw himself in the mirror and flashed a wry smile.

It looked like his face was indeed paralyzed!

For something to make him look like this meant that the cultivation process was really painful.

Round Ball appeared beside him and circled around him. It then gloated, "Yo, zombie."

"Get lost!" Wang Teng rolled his eyes.

He quickly used the Light Force in his body to circulate around his face. His facial muscles softened quickly after that treatment.

"Boring, it's good to change your style once in a while." Round Ball curled its lips.

"Why don't you change yours, then?" Wang Teng ignored him and went to the bathroom to wash up after taking off his clothes.

He was drenched in sweat. He couldn't just go out and meet people without cleaning himself up first.

Once done, he walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

"Your adjutant brought a uniform for you. I asked her to put it by the door," Round Ball said.

Wang Teng was drying his hair as he said in surprise, "She brought it for me?"

"Hehe, she takes good care of you." Round Ball winked at Wang Teng.

"Shoo!" Wang Teng rolled his eyes and opened the door. There was a silver box waiting for him.

It was different from the supply box he previously collected. There was a majestic and ferocious tiger logo printed on it.

It was like a real tiger about to pounce on him.

Wang Teng raised his eyebrow and took the box inside. He opened it and saw his official attire and other things within.

He took out the uniform and unfolded it with a slight shake.

Wang Teng saw a tiger head logo embroidered on the uniform's chest area. It was black, but the eyes were in a red color, which was exactly the same as the logo on the box.

"This should be the strike force's symbol." Wang Teng smiled and wiped his body dry before donning it.

The garment was a good fit to his tall and straight body.

There was a fierce aura emanating from his body, however, it quickly disappeared; Wang Teng had contained it all.

Aside from the uniform, there were healing pills, energy stones, and other items in the box. All of them were several levels higher than the previous ones.

However, it didn't make a difference for him.

He was wealthy!

That was how confident he was.

Once ready, Wang Teng informed Peggy and the others before he left the room.

Peggy and the others had been waiting for a long time. Wang Teng had told them he would make them a part of the Tiger Strike Force; they were excited, really looking forward to it.

They would be part of a renowned division. Many people had tried their best to get in but failed. Now, such an amazing opportunity had come their way thanks to Wang Teng.

Entering the Tiger Strike Force came with a rise of status; they would receive more resources because of it. At least twice as much.

That was common knowledge, and the reason why many people wanted to be a member.

Soon, Wang Teng met Peggy and the others in the field.

"Looks like everyone is happy." Wang Teng smiled.

"Boss, don't make fun of us. Entering the Tiger Strike Force is a dream come true for us," Arwen said with embarrassment.

Peggy looked at Wang Teng and said with gratitude, "This is all thanks to you, Major Wang Teng." Even someone like her would be unable to curb her excitement.

"If that's the case, let's hurry. Looks like you can't wait any longer." Wang Teng laughed.

That group of subordinates had helped him a lot in the past. He didn't mind supporting them.

Everyone then walked toward the place where the Tiger Strike Force was.

All the squads of the main base were stationed on the periphery. Once war broke out and endangered the main base, they would act as the first line of defense.

The Tiger Strike Force was stationed to the west of the main base. Wang Teng and the others drew many eyes as they made their way over.

"That's Major Wang Teng!"

"They are going to the… Tiger Strike Force, right?"

"They should be. The Tiger Strike Force is over there, but why are there so many of them?"

"It goes without saying that Major Wang Teng is taking his subordinates along. Why else would he do that?"

"No way. They are so lucky to join."

Everyone was discussing, trying to guess Wang Teng's thoughts. There was envy on their faces.

Even a dog swaggers when its master wins favor.

They were green with envy!

They didn't have the luck to join Wang Teng's squad earlier.

However, they only felt envious for a while.

They knew they had no chance. No one could have predicted that a newcomer like Wang Teng would become Tiger Strike Force commander.

No one thought that joining Wang Teng would be a good thing.

A while later, Wang Teng got to the place where the Tiger Strike Force was stationed. The first thing he noticed was a flag fluttering in the wind.

The flag had the now familiar tiger head logo.

Peggy and the others looked at the tiger head symbol in awe, especially when they felt its overwhelming presence. They were inspired by it and fell silent.

Five celestial-stage martial warriors were standing guard at the door. They frowned when they saw Wang Teng and the others.

Why are there so many people here?

One of them walked over and was about to chase them away when he suddenly noticed Wang Teng's uniform. His expression changed right after.

"Are you the new… commander?" the martial warrior saluted and asked respectfully.

Wang Teng nodded.

The martial warrior quickly saluted again and shouted loudly, "Greetings, Commander! Captain Sun Junda from Tiger Strike Force's Team 13"

Wang Teng felt helpless. He could only return the salute.

"Commander, everyone is waiting for you at the field," Sun Junda said.

"Take me there." Wang Teng nodded.

"They are?" asked Sun Junda in a hesitant tone as he was about to lead the way, all while looking at Peggy and the others.

"They are my subordinates." Wang Teng didn't say much, merely stating the fact and moving forward.

Sun Junda hesitated to speak, but he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart.

He could tell what the new commander was trying to do. However, such a move was somewhat against the rules, and the other deputy commanders wouldn't agree to it.

Still, he was but a small captain and couldn't speak his mind. He didn't know this commander well yet; it wouldn't be good if he left a bad impression.

A new chief would bring in new aides. Going forward, the new commander would have the highest rank in their force; he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Sun Junda could only keep his mouth shut and lead the way obediently.

There was a small field at the Tiger Strike Force's camp. Five thousand people waited there, while five deputy regimental commanders stood in front as they talked about something.

"Huo Qiya, I heard you got beaten up badly by the new commander. Is he that strong?" a burly man asked.

Huo Qiya's face turned black instantly.

The bastard was rubbing salt on his wounds.

He could feel the back of his head hurt when he recalled the scene from three days prior.

That wasn't all. He was humiliated!

A seventh-level martial warrior at the cosmos stage like him was beaten to a pulp by a celestial-stage martial warrior. It was a source of great shame and a dark chapter in the story of his life.

Now, he felt that everyone was talking about him wherever he went. It was extremely uncomfortable.

His resentment toward Wang Teng was deep.

The humiliation grew after his comrades brought up the subject. He glared at them and snorted coldly. "You can give it a try if you're curious."

"Hehe, I'm not a fool. I'd be a walk in a part for him if he was able to defeat you." There was a glimmer in the burly man's eyes as he spoke on the sly.

"Don't be a coward, Wei Tong. You're boosting other people's morale and destroying your own courage," said another martial warrior with red scales on his face and fiery red hair.

A middle-aged man who was resting his eyes cautioned, "Marly, I know you're not convinced. You must have been upset when the commander recommended Huo Qiya and not you. You must be furious since Huo Qiya lost and an inexperienced fellow took the commander position. I have to warn you, though: don't mess around."

"That's right. He's our official commander already. It'll be useless, even if you're unconvinced." Wei Tong pouted.

"You don't have to worry about me. I know what I'm doing," Marly said calmly.

"He's here!" said a female warrior, who was the first to notice the group of people coming from afar. She wasn't taking part in the conversation.

Wei Tong and the others quickly shut their mouths and looked into the distance.

A group of people led by a young man walked over. He was wearing the commander's garb with a calm expression. That face of his was too young.