Dimensional Store System In Apocalypse

"What kind of look is that? Do you have some beef with us?" one of the more fiery-tempered soldiers stepped forward and spoke with Zhang Qin Feng. From his eyes, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the difference in their ranks.

"Back off, soldier. This person is an appointed captain by the director himself. If you have anything to say, go at the director, not here." Captain Hu said.

"Grr..." the soldier continues to stare at Zhang Qin Feng, even after being warned by Captain Hu. He doesn't seem like someone that can be easily tamed by a show of strength alone.

"Let's make this simple. Have a run with me. Everyone will participate. We'll be using this to set a hierarchy between us. Each of us will be given a number based on how long we can last. The smaller your number is, the better is your position." said Zhang Qin Feng.

"Then... Shall I get the paper and pen to..." one female soldier said.

"No need. Everyone will run along. I saw a quite spacious running track when I'm on my way here, so let's use that." Zhang Qin Feng stopped her from going before she managed to take a step forward.

"How? I'm giving you a chance to overthrow me, and that's your enthusiasm? No wonder Tianlang and Tianhu don't give a shit about you guys. Even I wasn't bothered."

"If it's not because I wanna sleep with the director's granddaughter, do you think I'll come over to this shit place with a bunch of losers like you all?" Zhang Qin Feng said and took off his jacket.

"Hey! Take that back!" the soldier that was growling said. Zhang Qin Feng's words were like a sharp spike that stabbed his fragile feelings. As proud soldiers, how can they take the shame of getting called a piece of shit?

"I've told you, win me in the race, and you'll be above me. We'll be doing this once a month. Those that fall behind will have to listen to what the one on the top says."

"If you wanna get me, then come." Zhang Qin Feng said and took the lead to the track they'll be using for their run.

The 215 soldiers, including Captain Hu and those inside the information center, were called out to the field to participate in Zhang Qin Feng's whim.

"There's only one rule here. All of us will make a run at the same time. The last two people on the lap will be out of the run when the first person finishing a lap surpasses you. This will continue until the last person."

"Those that disqualified will be standing out there, from the first one until the last person on the track. And we'll give out the numbers afterward. Any questions?" Zhang Qin Feng asked.

"No, Sir!" Captain Hu answered. He knew that Zhang Qin Feng's training won't be as easy as they thought.

"If that's the case, gather up. Captain Hu, you'll get the whistle and blow it when you think everyone is ready." Zhang Qin Feng said. Overlooking the running track from the starting point, he's wondering how long is a single lap.

[Toot...]

[1,006 meters long per lap, based on the system's measurement]

'Good.' Zhang Qin Feng smiled.

**Biii**

The moment the whistle was blown, everyone sprinted like the top runner for the national championship. The distance between them was pretty close on the first 200 meters. Still, it was separated into a few divisions when it came to 400 and 600 meters distance.

Zhang Qin Feng was catching up to the first on the line as they're approaching the 800 meters mark.

'What the heck? He chased up with me?' the first runner was surprised by Zhang Qin Feng's speed and tried his best to keep a distance. But he was shocked after seeing Zhang Qin Feng still capable of keeping his speed after 200 plus meters.

"You, out."

"You too..." 

Zhang Qin Feng patted two female soldier's shoulders to indicate that they were taken out in this competition.

The running continued. It was quite a heated battle as the soldiers keep chasing Zhang Qin Feng from behind and keep a close distance. They don't believe that he could keep sprinting at this speed for another round.

But it went out of their expectation when Zhang Qin Feng tapped two more soldiers' shoulders before sprinting. The competition spirit roused up everyone's energy as the remaining participants started to run like their lives depended on it.

Each lap disqualified two people. After ten laps, about half of them were disqualified. As for those that unable to continue, they're automatically disqualified without the need of Zhang Qin Feng tapping on their back.

Those that remained right now can be said to be elite amongst the elite of Tianhe Special Squadron. Except for one or two people, everyone here participates in the embassy attacking operation before.

"What's wrong? Did you guys get tired? Give up while you can, or else, you'll be struggling with muscle cramp, pain, and so on after this." Zhang Qin Feng mocked them when he found a window of time to do so.

"Damn! I'll give you a punch on your smug face when I run past you!" the bad-tempered soldier said and picked up his pace. He was closing into Zhang Qin Feng for the first 200 meters but find it harder to keep up after that.

Another twenty or so people were disqualified in the next ten laps. Their performance was much better than the others for running close to 20 laps.

When it came to the 25th lap, only ten people left included Zhang Qin Feng. Those that remained here were the elite amongst the elite, the cream of the crop.

"Hey! Run! What are you doing there?" Zhang Qin Feng shouted at the one that's been challenging him all this time. It seems he's already at his limit.

Feeling that he should teach this guy a lesson to tame him properly, Zhang Qin Feng grabbed him on his shoulder and tossed him out of the track on purpose.

"You're out!" he chuckled.