The words of Jianfeng made Zhang Yiran raise his eyebrows slightly, feeling sowhat displeased.
After all, he was just nineteen, full of youthful vigor, and yearned for the life of the Guard, naturally making him a bit rebellious.
"How am I not qualified? I've not only inherited our Zhang family's art of divination but also practiced martial arts to strengthen my body. It's not easy for three or five ordinary people to be my match; how am I not qualified?" Zhang Yiran snorted coldly.
Divination has its advantages, but also disadvantages.
The advantage is that you can perceive the mysteries of heaven and know everything; the disadvantage is that those who practice divination are inevitably physically weak, unable to practice martial arts, and can only train to strengthen their bodies.
However, Zhang Yiran was an exception. Born into such a family that values scholarly education, he not only wasn't assimilated but instead yearned for the iron-blooded life of the Guard, making him quite an anomaly.
"What? Not convinced?" Jianfeng sneered, staring at Zhang Yiran, feeling playful. He liked to strike down these young brash ones.
"Of course, I'm not convinced!" Zhang Yiran stood up, clenching his fist, and said, "I've been persistent in running since I was ten, started boxing at twelve, and ordinary professional fighters can't match ! Although I can't cultivate, I persist in martial arts practice, learning various boxing styles, and so secular masters can't match ! Even so Innate Martial Artists are comparable to . How do I lack the qualifications to join the Guard?"
Jianfeng also stepped forward, stood close to Zhang Yiran, stared into his eyes, and said coldly, "I said you don't qualify for Dragon Tooth. If you just want to beco an ordinary Guard mber after a couple of years of casual training and service, forget I said anything!"
"I want to join Dragon Tooth!" Zhang Yiran said angrily, "If I'm going to do it, I want to be the best!"
The two were definitely at odds.
Yang Chen watched with amusent but did not stop the two.
Zhang Yuan clasped his hands and said, "Brother Yang, I have this only son, and I leave him to you! As you know, our diviners are physically weak, and I hope that can change in Yiran."
Yang Chen waved his hand and smiled at Zhang Yiran, naturally agreeing.
"To enter Dragon Tooth, you need my approval. Without my consent, you're nothing! Don't think just because you're from the Zhang family that I'll regard you higher!" Jianfeng said coldly.
"Who needs your approval? Today, I'm going to prove to you that I'm not inferior!"
"Oh!" Jianfeng grinned, "Want to have a little spar with ?"
"A spar it is!" Zhang Yiran said angrily, staring at Jianfeng.
Jianfeng chuckled darkly, feeling like he had succeeded in a sche, looking at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen gave a bitter smile, knowing that Zhang Yiran was likely to suffer, yet he did not stop it and nodded in agreent.
New Guards joining the unit are usually suppressed to temper their arrogance, especially soone like Zhang Yiran, who lived in a privileged family, akin to an innately gifted person with strong pride, naturally needing so suppression.
Guard mbers, like weapons, need to have an edge. But to internally restrain the sharpness and unleash it in battle is what makes a good Guard. Suppressing that sharpness is part of training and maintaining discipline. If you train soone who doesn't follow orders, it's no different from nurturing a bandit, potentially becoming a future threat.
So, moderate suppression becos particularly important.
"Let's go! To the outside square, so we won't be restricted!" Jianfeng grinned.
"Let's go!" Zhang Yiran threw away his paper fan, shedding his scholarly deanor, discarding his outer robe to reveal a tight training suit, and followed Jianfeng out.
Outside, Jianfeng saw Zhang Yiran's well-defined muscles and was montarily stunned, then smiled, "Kid, nice physique!"
"Naturally!" Zhang Yiran snorted coldly.
He trains persistently every day.
"Heh heh!" Jianfeng rubbed his hands together excitedly; he loved bullying the weak, the stronger, the better.
Yang Chen ca out and told the two, "It's just a spar, don't go too hard!"
"Understood!" Jianfeng chuckled, licking his lips, "This kid's all show, no bite, I'll definitely be careful, lest I hurt him and his fangirls co after !"
Zhang Yiran blushed, annoyed, "I don't need you to go easy on . Let's see just how strong Dragon Tooth really is!"
Jianfeng smirked provocatively at Zhang Yiran, gesturing a challenge.
"Hmph!" Zhang Yiran snorted coldly, kicked off, and charged at Jianfeng.
He started with a flurry of Wing Chun moves, his speed catching Jianfeng off guard, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.
As soon as they exchanged blows, Jianfeng took a hidden loss, feeling a surge of anger.
Being beaten like this by a junior, how could he train others or establish authority in the future?
Imdiately, Jianfeng's eyes flashed coldly, he snorted, seized an opening, and directly grabbed Zhang Yiran's wrist, executing a reverse hold!
However, what Jianfeng didn't expect was that Zhang Yiran had also practiced Jujutsu. With a twist of his body, his legs wrapped around Jianfeng's neck.
Jianfeng felt a tinge of panic; having his neck locked was an ergency, unacceptable!
Instantly, Jianfeng applied force and kicked Zhang Yiran away.
But Zhang Yiran, like a wild cat, kicked off the ground as soon as he was thrown away and lunged back at Jianfeng.
Watching them fight, Yang Chen couldn't help but smile slightly.
It seed Jianfeng might just end up being pumled by this rookie this ti.
Yang Chen smiled at Zhang Yuan and said, "You still call this weak?"
Zhang Yuan gave a wry smile, "That's because Yiran put in several tis the effort of normal people; you know our family's situation."
Yang Chen nodded slightly.
He had heard about it before; the inheritors of the Zhang family line were physically weak, prone to illness, and unable to work hard. Little Zhang Yiran was once a frail little boy, pale as a girl.
Back then, little Zhang Yiran was clamoring to beco a Guardsman, and Yang Chen hadn't paid it much attention. Who'd have thought, after all these years, Zhang Yiran still rembered and kept training his body?
Suddenly.
"Kid! You've lost!" Jianfeng pinned Zhang Yiran to the ground, controlling his arm with a reverse grip, and said coldly.
Zhang Yiran angrily pounded the ground, sulking, "I've lost! A bet is a bet!"
Jianfeng released Zhang Yiran, wincing, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, complaining, "I wasn't even betting with you, and you hit pretty hard, kid!"
Indeed, Jianfeng's mouth and right eye were swollen, clearly having taken a good hit.
Looking at Zhang Yiran, there weren't any obvious injuries on him.
This was the difference in control.
If it were a real fight, Jianfeng could have killed him imdiately, not giving Zhang Yiran any such chance.
But Zhang Yiran disregarded the rules, throwing wild punches, making Jianfeng break out in a cold sweat and suffer quite a bit.
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