Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1967 - 1968: The Terrifying Fatty

Yang Fei puffed out his chest and sucked in his stomach, striding confidently to the front of the lineup, waving to the crowd.

"Hello, cadets."

This guy's theatrical deanor made all the cadets burst out in a chorus of laughter.

Everyone spontaneously, in unison, started shouting.

"Hello, Fatty Master!"

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh heartily and took a deep breath.

"Cadets, we're up against the Second Brigade, and they're all veterans. I want to ask you, are you ready to run for your lives?"

All cadets from the First Brigade were montarily stunned.

Before battles, giving pre-fight speeches to rouse the soldiers is a common thod in the military.

Every instructor's first words are, "Heroes, are you prepared to sacrifice for victory?"

But this guy's first words were completely different from the mainstream, making many cadets burst into laughter.

Many cadets were laughing, but so straightforward cadets were already glaring with unfriendly eyes.

Most of the cadets had faces full of confusion.

Yang Fei looked at all the cadets, continuing with his strange theories.

"Forgive for saying this, no matter how arrogant or self-righteous you are, you must recognize one fact."

"Our individual combat capability is far inferior to that of the veterans from the Second Training Camp.

"And this gap can't be shortened by desperation or sacrifice."

"The disparity in strength is too great; you don't even qualify to go down with the enemy."

As he reached this point, Yang Fei's expression suddenly grew serious, his eyes becoming stern and cold.

"Do not doubt my words. Those veterans who've experienced true brutal slaughter have their kill instincts tied closely to their souls."

"When a crisis arises, they don't even need to think; their Sixth Sense gives orders."

"Against such individuals, we, First Brigade, fighting them is no different from daydreaming."

Laura stood at the back of the team, blankly listening to Yang Fei's harsh reality-check, feeling anxious inside.

The weaker strength of the First Brigade's cadets is evident to everyone.

But in public situations, no one is willing to admit this.

When encountering veterans from the Second Brigade or Third Brigade, First Brigade cadets always held their heads high.

But now, this fatty tore off everyone's hypocritical mask in one go.

This feeling of sha made everyone extrely uncomfortable.

At this point, the fatty lightly looked at all the cadets with unfriendly expressions.

"Now that I've spoken the truth, do you all want to give a good beating?"

"No worries, Fatty Master is ntally prepared."

"If beating up can lead to victory against the Second Brigade, I'd be more than happy."

Among the cadets, silence ensued, a deathly silence.

Yang Fei's face beca solemn.

"Since you don't want to beat up, it ans you acknowledge the truth in my words."

"Next, Fatty Master will lead you. Give it your all, win this match."

Laura stood off to the side, watching Yang Fei dumbfoundedly, her emotions turbulent, unable to control herself.

The issues Yang Fei spoke of were extrely sharp, and Laura had also reminded the cadets multiple tis.

But never as direct as Yang Fei, fearing it would hurt morale.

But now, Yang Fei told the First Brigade cadets directly, in an extrely savage and domineering way, you aren't good enough!

Laura watched anxiously, unsure if Yang Fei's approach would work.

All the cadets stared blankly at Yang Fei, so with a look of indifference on their faces.

More of them showed expressions of anger on their faces.

Only a few genuinely lowered their heads in sha, truly recognizing themselves.

At last, a scar-faced man raised his hand high, his face full of coldness.

"Fatty, I'll admit you're skilled, but I don't agree with your words."

"Our First Brigade isn't as trashy as you say."

Not far away, Laura said coldly.

"Langji, it's not your turn to intervene, fall back into formation imdiately."

Langji shook his head: "Captain, I'm just arguing with reason."

"This fatty made the veterans sound too terrifying; I don't buy it."

Laura snorted coldly.

"The horror of veterans, you only feel it when you face them alone, and by then, you'll already be a corpse."

Yang Fei sneered and looked indifferently at the scar-faced Langji, pointing his finger at his own nose.

"The fatty standing before you is an unabashed veteran; you can co up and try."

The scar-faced Langji was stunned for a mont, then laughed, sizing up Yang Fei.

"You're a veteran? I feel like you just transferred over from the Cooking Squad?"

Yang Fei looked indifferently at Langji, holding up three fingers.

"Three seconds to take you down."

Langji, one of the top fighters in the First Brigade, burst into laughter upon hearing Yang Fei's words.

"Fatty, stop joking."

"You've got skills, but dreaming of taking down in three seconds is wishful thinking."

Langji's Kung Fu has reached the Half-Step True Martial realm.

Others nodded repeatedly after hearing Langji's words, discussing among themselves.

"Fatty's not bad, but I'm more optimistic about Langji."

"Apart from Laura, Langji is considered the top expert in our First Brigade; how could Fatty defeat him in three seconds?"

"Fatty's just a boaster; haven't you noticed? This boasting is endless."

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Listening to the crowd discussing, Yang Fei sneered and beckoned Langji.

"Step out, let show you the might of a veteran."

Langji glanced at Laura, seeing she didn't oppose, then slowly walked out from the lineup towards Yang Fei.

"Alright, I want to see what kind of skills you have as a self-proclaid veteran."

As he spoke, his figure suddenly moved, resembling a Leopard, charging towards Yang Fei.

He raised a Chopping Palm, chopping towards Yang Fei's neck.

Bang!

The next second, a solid iron fist landed squarely on Langji's nose.

Langji clutched his nose, staggering backward.

His nose seared with pain, blood oozing through his fingers, gazing at Yang Fei in shock.

"What kind of Kung Fu is that?"

Yang Fei swung his fist, looking indifferently at Langji.

"Veteran Kung Fu; if we t on the battlefield just now, you'd already be dead."

Others watched Yang Fei in shock as well.

No one saw clearly how Yang Fei made his move.

It seed that just as Langji's figure flickered, Yang Fei's fist reached his nose.

Langji took the initiative but couldn't withstand even one punch from the fatty; this fatty was too terrifying.

Langji took a deep breath and fiercely stared at Yang Fei.

"Alright, let's go again."

He circulated Essence Qi, locking the ridians around his nose, stopping the bleeding.

anwhile, Langji's body crouched, eyeing Yang Fei like a tiger, not blinking.

Suddenly, the guy moved again, charging towards Yang Fei, the wind howled, the montum was extrely impressive.

Bang!

Yang Fei threw another punch, Langji's figure staggered backward again.

Amid the chorus of everyone's shocked cries, Langji clutched his nose again, hit by Yang Fei yet again.

Langji furiously charged at Yang Fei once more.

This ti, he adopted a rolling thod, simultaneously revealing a Military Dagger, stabbing toward Yang Fei's abdon.

Started using a knife!

In training, using equipnt is allowed, though it's always mock daggers.

But in his anger, Langji actually pulled out the real deal.

Bang!

Waiting for Langji was still Yang Fei's heavy punch.

This punch flipped him backward, his body like a dead dog with a broken spine.

Yang Fei rushed in front of him, fists raised high.

Langji, instinctively, clutched his nose, eyes filled with terror.