Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1968 - 1969: The True Veteran

Yang Fei's fist suddenly smashed down, and Langji instinctively covered his nose, letting out a scream.

"Don't hit , I admit defeat."

Yang Fei's fist stopped just a hair's breadth from Langji's nose.

The violent force, wrapped in Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, blew Langji's cheeks inward.

However, the expected pain didn't follow, only a cool breeze against his face.

Langji, whose eyes had been shut in fright, slowly opened them.

He looked over his body in shock, confirming that Yang Fei's fist hadn't landed on his nose, before slowly standing up.

Yang Fei sneered coldly, looking at him indifferently.

"See? This is an old soldier's reaction speed."

"He can kill you at ten tis your speed before you can even strike, so how can you compete with such a veteran?"

Langji stood there like a wooden post, cold sweat dripping down from his forehead.

Yang Fei hadn't even activated his Spirit Martial Qi, nor did he unleash any Gang Yuan Qi.

Solely relying on his god-like reaction speed, he had forced Langji into retreat, leaving him without any chance to fight back.

This terrifying speed on the battlefield stunned every trainee.

Langji replayed each of Yang Fei's movents in his mind, as if they were all unfolding right in front of him.

But even if given another chance, Langji still couldn't defeat this terrifying guy.

The most likely outco would still be getting severely beaten by this guy.

Encountering such a veteran on the battlefield, Langji undoubtedly wouldn't escape his fate.

Yang Fei no longer paid attention to Langji, who was dazed beside him.

He turned around, gazing indifferently at the First Brigade's trainees.

"If anyone is not convinced, you can co forward and challenge again."

In the military camp, strength reigns supre; the capable are respected.

Yang Fei knew that unless he subdued this group, his training couldn't proceed.

In the First Brigade Training Camp, there was dead silence, with no one stepping forward.

Yet, in the eyes of a few, there remained a glimr of defiance.

Yang Fei snorted, casually pointing.

"You, you, and you, all of you, co over together."

Following Yang Fei's finger, several trainees quickly walked out from the ranks.

Each of them looked at Yang Fei, refusing to yield, with fists clenched.

Upon seeing these trainees, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Among them were seven trainees in total, who never cooperated with others, forming their own group in the First Training Camp.

Each one's individual combat skills were formidable.

However, most fearso was their perfectly coordinated group combat capability, seamless like a fine fabric.

These seven, despite their individual prowess might not surpass Langji in the First Training Camp.

But when it ca to group combat, this squad was the champion in every training session—ten Langjis wouldn't be enough to counter them.

Yang Fei, observing this squad's aura and the coordination of their steps and eye movents, understood imdiately.

This was a thoroughly tempered iron army, excelling in coordinated combat!

Such a team resembled the legendary fearso wolf pack.

Many would rather face a single powerful expert than encounter a strong squad.

This is precisely the advantage of coordinated combat ability.

Seven n, forming a spindle shape, advanced towards Yang Fei like a colossal War Behemoth.

Their gaze, footsteps, and entire deanor rged into one, forming an invincible colossal aura.

The lead man, with a thick and black Little Beard, his eyes unwaveringly staring at Yang Fei.

"Fatty, do you mind sparring with our squad for a bit?"

"If you win, we'll naturally listen to you."

Yang Fei chuckled softly, saying lightly, "No problem."

All trainees in the First Brigade watched Yang Fei with wide eyes.

Their gazes carried shock, doubt, and an unmistakable admiration.

No matter whether Fatty could defeat the seven-man squad, just this asure of courage was highly impressive.

Facing off against seven Super Strong Beings alone requires trendous confidence and skill!

Little Beard, seeing Yang Fei's acceptance, gave him a thumbs up in praise.

"A good man, I never thought much of Fatty, but now I have so admiration for you."

Yang Fei looked at these seven people calmly.

His eyes focused on their moving steps, searching for the flow of energy ford by the seven, admiring them slightly.

The Martial Arts Realm of these seven, mostly stood at Gang Strength Super God; only two reached Half-Step True Martial Realm.

Such a Martial Arts Realm, to Yang Fei, was insignificant.

But the battle formation these seven ford was the least flawed Yang Fei had seen.

Little Beard didn't give Yang Fei much ti.

With a wave of his hand, the seven swiftly ford a spindle-shaped formation, rushing towards Yang Fei like a pack of hunting wolves.

Yang Fei burst into laughter and, instead of retreating, flipped and charged towards the seven-man squad.

His moves were extrely fast, but he didn't reveal any Essence Qi.

To the crowd, it seed like a foolish fat pig charging towards a snarling wolf pack.

Everyone's hearts raced to their throats but suddenly there was a bang, as Yang Fei headbutted into the lead Little Beard man's body.

Little Beard hadn't anticipated this guy using such a brute force tactic.

His strength was incredibly overwhelming.

Little Beard was thrown back by a surging storm of power.

anwhile, the formation started to scatter behind Little Beard.

However, among the formation, two remained unfazed, charging towards Yang Fei from the left and right.

Yang Fei paid no mind to the two, suddenly executing a backward sorsault, flipping directly into the middle of the seven-man formation.

He landed with the force of a cannonball, scattering the squad mbers.

Not far away, Little Beard, knocked flying by Yang Fei, felt his Qi-Blood boiling, nearly spitting blood.

His joints ached, half his body was numb, and at this mont, seeing Yang Fei sohow end up in the squad's center, he was instantly horrified, shouting, "Quickly scatter."

Yet, Little Beard's shout ca too late.

Yang Fei landed among them, executing a Thomas 720-degree spin, his legs kicking like lightning.

Six skilled individuals faced an explosive impact as if hit by powerful explosives, scattering like cut kites.

Yang Fei perford a nimble move, standing up tall, resembling a Heavenly God.

All around him lay injured trainees, kicked out.

So lay on the ground, unconscious.

So had broken legs, injured heads, incessantly moaning.

The least injured was ironically Little Beard, who had been knocked flying by Yang Fei.

He lay there, dazedly watching that seemingly foolish Fatty, utterly lost.

The trainees from the First Academic Training Camp watched in awe and shock.

Fatty's recent succession of attacks held no profound martial arts within.

He completely relied on battlefield instincts, wolf-like ferocity and agility, victory in a single strike.

This is the true essence of being an old soldier!