"I'm not looking down on your Flying Leopard unit. I'm just stating the facts," Chen Fei said coolly. He was well aware his words might have sounded inappropriate, but facts were facts. Is no one allowed to point out a lack of strength?
"Stating the facts? You're quite the big talker. In that case, I, Luo Gang, would like to see for myself just how capable you are." Luo Gang's face darkened as he pressed forward aggressively. In his eyes, a seemingly frail young man like Chen Fei could be dealt with using just one hand. For this whelp to be so arrogant on Flying Leopard's ho turf, spouting such nonsense… Utterly preposterous! He's looking for death!
"There's no need for a lesson. I don't want to fight you." Chen Fei couldn't be bothered to waste ti on soone who didn't even have the strength of a First-Class Ancient Warrior. He simply wasn't interested.
"You don't want to, or you don't dare?" Luo Gang sneered. "It figures. A weakling like you who couldn't even truss a chicken only knows how to run his mouth! The mont you have to actually do sothing, you get scared, don't you? What a useless piece of trash!" Clearly, it's not that he doesn't want to fight; he's just afraid of . Afraid of getting taught a lesson. Just a useless brat who can only talk big! No real skill whatsoever!
"Luo Gang, what nonsense are you spouting? Shut your mouth!" Zhao Xin's expression changed instantly. After the incident at Chen Fei's house, she fully understood his temper was a powder keg that could ignite and explode at the slightest touch. She worried that Luo Gang, unaware of Chen Fei's true capabilities, would provoke him with his foolish words, which would definitely lead to trouble. In her opinion, Luo Gang was far from weak; in fact, he was quite formidable, recognized within Flying Leopard as second only to the King of Soldiers and the First-Class Ancient Warriors. The problem was, Chen Fei was not only more terrifyingly powerful than him, but also had an even shorter fuse. He was absolutely not soone to be trifled with.
Sure enough, the next mont she heard Chen Fei's calm voice, tinged with a trace of coldness. "It's not that I don't dare. I just think you're too weak to be my opponent, so I'd rather not waste my ti."
He was genuinely getting annoyed. He was simply stating facts, but it seed he had touched their sensitive pride. Look down on Flying Leopard? I didn't an to at first, but now, what if I, Chen Fei, do look down on you? What then? Is no one allowed to ntion your lack of strength? Are you all that thin-skinned?
Chen Fei had never considered himself good-tempered. If you spoke to him politely, things could be pleasant for everyone. But if you insisted on making trouble over sothing so trivial... Then sorry, I'm not playing along. If you've got the guts, make a move.
"What… what did you say?" Luo Gang's face flushed crimson, his expression turning visibly ugly. He never expected that this kid, who looked too weak to truss a chicken, would dare to disrespect him so publicly. To be so arrogant and directly claim that Luo Gang was no match for him… This is outrageous! Unbelievable!
As for the other Flying Leopard mbers who had been watching the show, cold disapproval now flickered across their faces. Their mouths set in rciless lines, their eyes flashing sharply. This was their territory, yet Chen Fei's attitude was far too arrogant. Is he not taking us seriously?
"Good, good, good!" Luo Gang stomped a foot on the ground, the impact like a small earthquake. A wild, murderous aura radiated from him. "Instead of just running your mouth, let's test that claim with our fists!"
"What's going on?"
Just then, a faint, hoarse voice cut through the tension. Everyone present stiffened, and the scene fell instantly silent.
"Instructor Lei Long!" all the Flying Leopard mbers saluted in unison, their voices resonating with force.
Chen Fei was montarily surprised and looked toward the source of the hoarse voice. Three n were approaching. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, dressed in plainclothes special forces attire. His hair was partially gray, and his face was ordinary, yet Chen Fei sensed an incredible pressure emanating from him, as if an invisible force enveloped him. He walked with the powerful stride of a tiger and carried himself with an extraordinary air, projecting an overwhelming pressure that squashed any thought of resistance. Two guards followed closely behind him.
"Who is he?" Chen Fei couldn't help but ask Zhao Xin. A man with such an imposing aura that even he felt significant pressure had to be soone important. His curiosity was piqued.
"He's my master, Lei Long! He's also one of the Five Deputy Instructors of Flying Leopard," Zhao Xin whispered, before stepping forward to greet him with a smile. "Master, I'm back."
"You're back? It's good that you're back." Lei Long's lips twitched into a stiff smile. His authoritative eyes then landed on Chen Fei. "You must be Chen Fei," he stated calmly.
"I am," Chen Fei replied.
"Good. I heard you have a cure for the Saliva of the Snake King, which is why I asked Xiao Xin to bring you here. I apologize for the trouble of making you co all this way. If you don't mind, let's continue this inside," Lei Long said with another stiff smile, extending a hand in invitation.
"Instructor Lei Long, wait! Can you let fight him first? This kid looks down on us Flying Leopard mbers!" Luo Gang couldn't help but jump in. He was clearly still fuming over the earlier exchange and was desperate for a match with Chen Fei—or rather, a chance to teach him a lesson.
"Stop making a scene and stand down. With your strength, you wouldn't last more than a few exchanges against him," Lei Long said dismissively.
"What? Instructor, you're saying I wouldn't last a few exchanges? I don't believe it!" Hearing his instructor belittle him so publicly, Luo Gang couldn't accept it and shouted out in protest.
"Shut up. Are you defying a direct order?" Lei Long frowned, imdiately playing the authority card.
"I… obey the order!" Hearing those words, Luo Gang backed away, his face a mask of disappointnt. He may be an elite among elites in the special forces, but he was still a mber of Flying Leopard. He could not disobey Instructor Lei Long's command.
"Why don't you let have a couple of rounds with him? It seems he won't be satisfied unless we fight," Chen Fei said suddenly. Since you're so unconvinced, fine. I'll be rciful and grant your wish. I'll beat you until you are convinced.
"You!" Hearing Chen Fei's flat tone, Luo Gang felt even more looked down upon. Unable to contain his anger, he stubbornly saluted Lei Long again. "Instructor, please permit to spar with him! This kid is too disrespectful, and I can't let this insult slide!"
It was clear his personality was incredibly direct; he said exactly what was on his mind without any filter. This actually improved Chen Fei's impression of him slightly. Perhaps he really is just straightforward and single-minded.
"Very well." Seeing the situation, Lei Long knew he couldn't stop them any longer. He simply shot a look at Chen Fei that clearly ant, 'Go easy on him.' With his discerning eye, he had long since realized that Chen Fei was far stronger than Luo Gang. This was going to be a completely one-sided fight. No wonder Chen Fei hadn't been interested before.
"Kid, don't worry. As much as I hate that mouth of yours, I'll still show so rcy and pull my punches!" Luo Gang's face lit up upon hearing the approval, and he looked at Chen Fei with brimming confidence. It was impossible to believe that soone so young, who looked so weak, could be a match for him! He, Luo Gang, was the elite of the elite among the special forces! Below a King of Soldiers or a First-Class Ancient Warrior, he was practically invincible! So of course he was confident.
"Is that so? Then make your move. Let's get this over with," Chen Fei replied with a noncommittal smile. With my current Cultivation Level, I could even hold my own against a Half-Step Innate Powerhouse. So, a re Second Rate Ancient Martial Artist wasn't even worth my concern.
"Hmph! Then watch closely!" Luo Gang snorted, his entire body suddenly tensing. His eyes turned fierce as a massive, terrifying current of energy built up inside him. His right leg lashed out like a whip, as fast as a whirlwind. It was clear his foundation was extrely stable, giving his leg techniques surprising power.
"A little interesting." A faint smile touched Chen Fei's lips. Although this level of skill was nothing to him, compared to other ordinary Second Rate Ancient Martial Artists, Luo Gang was indeed formidable. A slightly weaker martial artist probably couldn't have taken that kick. Of course, I could deal with this easily, but my mood is better now. I don't want to be rciless and crush his pride by defeating him in one move. Deciding to put on a show, he raised his left foot and t Luo Gang's attack.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
A series of fierce, muffled thuds echoed in the air. Luo Gang grew more and more astonished, until his expression finally twisted, his eyes filling with terror. My legs are my strongest weapon! But this kid is using his weaker left foot to trade dozens of kicks with ! And his movents are as fluid as flowing water, without a single mistake. They're incredibly fast and brutally powerful!
Before Luo Gang could even process what was happening, a piercing pain shot through both his legs. He instantly lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.
The scene made his mind go blank. He couldn't believe it. I, Luo Gang... was defeated so quickly!?
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