Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1963 - 1964: We Don't Hit Faces

In an instant, nearly all the cadets heard the fat man's insults.

His words were so vicious and cutting that it was simply infuriating.

This guy wasn't just about mindless cursing.

His eyes were sharp, often exaggerating the shortcomings of the opposing cadets.

A slightly wider mouth beca a gaping maw, a slightly longer face turned into an Ox-Head or Horse-Face, a slightly coarse voice transford into a funeral crow.

This guy could always successfully uncover everyone's scars, then rcilessly rub salt into them.

In less than three minutes, nearly a third of the Second Brigade's female cadets were run off by this vile fat man's curses.

Among them, another third were lying on the ground, wailing and crying, as if they were dying.

And the other male cadets were not spared from calamity either.

In the fat man's mouth, they all turned into impotent, moronic, retards.

The scariest part was that this guy's insults were not baseless.

He quoted scriptures and classics, arguing with reason, talking endlessly and fluently.

Moreover, this guy's skill in muddling through was first-rate too.

If you called him a bastard, he would nag you, asking why not King Eight Bastard or King Seven Bastard.

If you called him a bastard, he would stubbornly wonder why not Snake's Son or Fish's Son?

Arguing with this incoherent person was a disaster for anyone with a clear mind.

His seemingly normal logical thinking unknowingly led you to flip over in the ditch.

Gradually, the large training field was left only with Yang Fei's voice.

No matter who spoke, they would be cursed back in a more acrid and unpleasant manner by him.

Everyone looked dumbfoundedly at this fat man.

The cadets of the First Brigade were gleeful, laughing heartily, while the cadets of the Second Brigade were trembling all over, their faces looking ashen.

The Second Brigade's captain, Smith, was greeted in countless ways by the fat man, insulting eighteen generations of his ancestors and all his female relatives, making him so mad his chest almost exploded.

However, the calm-natured Smith still tried hard to control the rage within him that was about to erupt.

He knew, whoever initiated a fight first would be held accountable by the academy later.

But while Smith could hold back, others couldn't.

At this mont, a squad captain of the Second Brigade was left speechless by Yang Fei, his face flushed red.

He looked at Yang Fei, shaking his head, muttering to himself, unable to bear it anymore.

He roared, punching towards Yang Fei's fat cheek.

Yang Fei scread like a farr dragged into a sorghum field, and his body fell backward.

However, as this guy was falling, he hooked the squad captain's wrist and threw him backward.

Bam!

The squad captain's entire body, like a cannonball, smashed into the First Brigade's formation.

Nurous cadets, who had been waiting for this, surrounded him, their fists falling like hailstones onto the squad captain's body.

Not far away, Smith suddenly stood up, waved his single hand forcefully: "Go!"

Across the training field, two thick human walls suddenly moved towards each other like two monstrous waves.

Crash!

With a huge crash, nurous cadets flew and scattered from the middle like flour hit by a giant hamr.

While more cadets surged up from the back.

Smith charged forward, from the beginning he fixed his gaze tightly on that fat man.

His insulting foul mouth, Smith vowed to rip it apart.

In the Second Brigade, many cadets had the sa thought as Smith.

That damn fat man offended every cadet in the Second Brigade with his mouth.

The fat man seed to sense the dire situation too and began to quietly retreat.

Nurous Second Brigade cadets, with eyes afla, rushed towards him without any care.

Seeing Smith and the seven or eight cadets of the Second Brigade getting closer to Yang Fei, this guy suddenly turned around and ran.

Smith was not going to let him go, let out a sinister smile, suddenly jumped high, leaping over the crowd.

Behind Smith, seven or eight cadets, like hyenas clinging to prey, followed Smith and chased forward.

What these seven or eight cadets did not notice was.

Behind them, Milan with nurous cadets hastily sealed the gap they had charged open.

As a result, Smith and the seven or eight Second Brigade cadets were surrounded by layers of First Brigade cadets.

Smith still didn't realize he was trapped, his eyes burning with fury, staring at Yang Fei unwaveringly.

Yang Fei baited them into a trap, luring Smith entirely into the First Brigade's encirclent.

Seeing the timing was right, he laughed, suddenly stopped running and stood still.

Smith paused, glanced around, and imdiately his face turned pale.

The countless mbers of the First Brigade already surrounded Smith layer upon layer, and now it was harder to escape than climbing to heaven.

Yang Fei turned around, smiling as he walked towards Smith, his face filled with cunning.

"Relax, we won't hit the face."

As soon as Yang Fei finished speaking, this guy pounced on Smith.

He landed a heavy punch on Smith's left cheek.

Smith's teeth and the blood from his mouth splattered out.

His body was knocked to the ground by the vast force, almost groaning as he exhaled.

"You said, you wouldn't hit the face..."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, looking at the surrounding mbers.

"Did I say that?"

The mbers of the First Brigade shook their heads one by one.

Yang Fei laughed, looking at Smith.

"See, no one heard it, get him!"

The last three words coldly spilled from the fat man's mouth.

The First Brigade's cadets all rushed up, surrounding Smith for a beating.

Smith, who was usually proud and arrogant, didn't know how many people he had offended.

At this mont, the beating only made him feel reborn, reached Nirvana, calling to the heavens without response, calling to the earth without aid.

Not far away, Laura watched the fat man dumbfounded.

The guy was riding on Smith, hitting with both hands, gasping in shock.

"No matter what, never ever provoke this fat man."

Smith, as the captain of the Second Brigade, was lured into the encirclent by Yang Fei right from the start.

He himself was like a Bodhisattva crossing the river, unable to protect himself, completely unable to control the situation.

The First Brigade's cadets, though slightly raw in tactics and skills, were weaker in strength.

But under Yang Fei's command, forming teams of ten, they fled from the strong and bullied the weak.

This mobile and flexible guerrilla warfare gathered their vital forces at one point, causing the Second Brigade cadets to suffer greatly.

Gradually, the First Squad's mbers surrounded more and more.

While the Second Brigade's mbers were almost all injured or knocked out, unable to move.

Hence, the strength difference was huge, making it even harder for the Second Brigade's mbers to hold on.

More than ten minutes later, there were hardly any mbers of the Second Brigade still standing in the training field.

Everyone was almost knocked down, the screams and cries for help echoed everywhere.

Yang Fei, satisfied and laughing heartily.

"This is what happens when you ss with the First Brigade."

At this mont, a piercing whistle sounded throughout the training field.

Everyone's hearts tightened, turning around, just seeing Giles and Maggie hurrying over.

Behind Maggie were a group of ard instructors.

Countless black gun barrels were already aid at everyone present.