Chapter 1187: Chapter 6: I, Wang Yunxiao, Am a Scholar
It’s indeed very straightforward.
Wang Yunxiao chuckled, shook his head, and said, “Then you must have heard it wrong.”
“Yes, Commander Wang says you heard it wrong, so you heard it wrong. If you’ve eaten your fill and have nothing to do, I can spar with you one-on-one!”
Liu Zhimao has maximum favorability towards Wang Yunxiao, basically to the point of unconditionally defending him.
This is due to several factors.
First, Wang Yunxiao’s teacher Liu Zhihan is his relative. Although by land people’s standards the relation is sowhat distant, they are indeed relatives, rounding up it’s practically like family.
Secondly, last ti, while leading a team to capture Yang Jian, he was taken for a walk like a dog with no power to resist, which was a terrible humiliation. Wang Yunxiao helped him avenge it, essentially being his benefactor.
Lastly and most importantly — he’s a big shot at the logistics equipnt departnt; even without this connection, he usually must be treated like an ancestor, let alone now with this relationship.
“Sure.”
Unexpectedly, Wei Bao didn’t back down: “Any way we practice is fine. If I’m not mistaken, you’re attending a course on Garrison Soldiers forming array against cha, right? You can armor up and duel one-on-one.”
Oh damn…
Liu Zhimao laughed in anger because it’s been a while since encountering soone so arrogant. Do they really think my special forces camp is a pushover, here for anyone to kick around?
“Co on, co on, forget chas, let’s just spar like this. Let’s see what you’re made of!”
The students scattered instantly, giving them space.
Even students from other classes couldn’t help but look over.
A fight… no, a spar, a face-off between experts, can you resist taking a look?
Wei Bao didn’t say much, directly reaching out his hand.
Seeing his stance as wanting to try a literary challenge, Liu Zhimao snorted coldly; a student is just a student, probably hasn’t even seen blood, pretending to be so expert…
So he reached out his hand too, and their hands clasped together.
Liu Zhimao’s face turned red.
But he gritted his teeth tightly, not making a sound.
Wei Bao calmly released his grip and said, “Go get armored up.”
Liu Zhimao turned around with a flushed face.
Now the students realized sothing was off.
“Holy crap, is the skill gap really that big?”
“It was just a handshake; is it really that exaggerated?”
“Is our special forces captain a bit weak?”
While everyone was discussing, Liu Zhimao had already activated the Heavenly Armor, spewing white steam from its over two-ter-high back with Liu Zhimao’s voice coming from inside: “Everyone step back a hundred ters!”
Step back a hundred ters… it’s dubious whether the playground even has a hundred ters, wouldn’t that an retreating out of the school?
Yet the fighting style of the Heavenly Armor is indeed big and bold; a hundred-ter combat space is just a stretch and flex for it.
Wei Bao didn’t even look at him, focusing solely on Wang Yunxiao.
This contemptuous attitude made Liu Zhimao feel unprecedented humiliation; he raised his hand and forcefully grasped into the air, suddenly forming a giant sword.
The Heavenly Armor at school is not equipped with weapons, but he used his own Iron Sparrowhawk’s Divine Skills, “Hundred Weapons Martial Arts,” to directly simulate summoning his most familiar weapon.
Holding back?
During the handshake, feeling the unfathomable power from the opponent, Liu Zhimao realized it’s not about holding back, but rather he simply has no qualifications to hold back in front of him.
Wasn’t the Navy’s finest elite pulled into the special camp?
How co the academy still hides such a monster!
The answer is quite simple; he never took the grassroots route, started as an officer.
Otherwise, you’d think it’s a martial arts novel, where the Emperor in the Imperial Palace can’t even bind a chicken, and peerless experts go around in the Jianghu World occasionally visiting the Imperial Palace, with their greatest aspiration being to sneak a couple of dishes from the Imperial kitchen…
Before becoming President, Xu Ziwei was the nation’s largest warlord, possessing absolute power, able to subdue the world with a woman’s strength, making those arrogant military heads bow to her.
The Navy is no different.
So say Yang Qiming is malicious and cunning; others say Yang Qiming is deceitful and deep, or extre in character, unmatched in virtue… but nobody will ever say Yang Qiming isn’t competent enough to sit in that position.
The military always respects strength, albeit pointing outwards, so its reputation isn’t apparent.
Liu Zhimao thrust straight with his sword, the Heavenly Armor erupting with terrifying noise.
The person-high giant sword with unstoppable montum slashed towards Wei Bao.
However, Wei Bao simply took a step back, slightly sidestepping the sword’s edge, and lifted a hand to grab Liu Zhimao’s sword-wielding wrist.
The cha weighing over a ton couldn’t even move in his hand!
With a crisp sound, the thick steel arm guard engraved with Demon-Breaking symbols was easily crushed by five fingers!
Liu Zhimao was dumbfounded.
Is this right?
The cha in school is indeed an old model, but old doesn’t an scrapped. The forged armor, dismantled so casually?
Is this scientific?
He may lack experience, but Wang Yunxiao has already spotted a few clues.
“Senior Wei, you’ve been cultivating the Barbarian Technique School, right?”
Pure strength, evidencing Taoism with power, is a hallmark of the Uncivilized Righteous Path Dharma Gate.
“Yes.”
Wei Bao nodded and said, “I’ve already advanced to Back-Hill Strongman status; do you think I’m qualified to spar with you?”
A Garrison Soldier and Uncivilized dual cultivator.
Wang Yunxiao has seen such people; his brother Guozi practices like this, yet hasn’t achieved much so far.
“You’re from the Wei Family that followed the President fighting north and south; what’s your relation?”
Hearing Wang Yunxiao say this, Wei Bao’s eyes flashed with surprise.
This kid knows a lot, even aware of such military secrets.
“My father was General Wei’s personal soldier. Because he was good with water, he was selected into the Navy.”
“Wei Family’s loyalty and heroism, but descendants were humiliated and killed by those with the sa surna, bloodline extinct, are you aware of this?”
“What?”
Wei Bao frowned, “You’re not kidding?”
Apparently, he didn’t know, which makes sense since it concerned the Army. A scandal like this would hardly be broadcasted widely.
“What’s there to joke about?”
Wang Yunxiao sighed, “It happened just last year. I thought Wei Family people were truly wiped out; and you didn’t know… or simply didn’t care?”
“Bullshit!”
Wei Bao glared fiercely and said, “I’m going to ask right now! If you dare lie about this, I’ll make you pay!”
“Alright, alright, I’ll be waiting.”
Wang Yunxiao quickly waved his hand, cheerfully seeing the warrior turn and leave.
Turning back, he saw the disappointed faces of his classmates.
No fight to see.
“Class president, why didn’t you dare fight him?”
“Exactly, people say you’re strong, but how strong? You never show us anything.”
“A waste of emotions…”
Wang Yunxiao pushed his glasses up, and seriously said, “Don’t talk nonsense. This is called strategy, you know? Did you see how fierce that guy was? Such a thick cha arm he crushed casually. If I fought him, wouldn’t I be black and blue?”
“For students, studying hard is the most important. If you all like to fight so much, why not go to the front lines instead of coming here to study?”
“Right, right!”
Climbing out from the cha, Liu Zhimao didn’t feel embarrassed at all, imdiately fawning over Wang Yunxiao: “Commander Wang is right, you’re here to study, so stop thinking about fighting!”
This resulted in boos.
Who was the one yelling for everyone to retreat a hundred ters just now? We hadn’t even stepped back ten ters before you were on your knees.
How do you have the face to say this kind of stuff?
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