Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1969 - 1970: Truly Knowing Yourself

Yang Fei, with lightning speed, crushed and defeated seven strong opponents.

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fei, including Laura, who was already a True Martial Master, all deeply shocked.

If Yang Fei had overwheld them with profound martial arts skills, it wouldn't be surprising.

However, in the fighting techniques Yang Fei just demonstrated, he didn't even utilize Essence Qi.

It was with a superhuman reaction speed that he seized the initiative to win.

This was truly terrifying.

If the veterans in the Second Brigade Training Camp all possessed Yang Fei's reaction speed and ability to seize opportunities in battle,

then even if the combat capabilities of the First Brigade surpassed that of the Second Brigade Training Camp, they absolutely couldn't defeat this powerful group of veterans.

Langji, Laura, and others stared blankly at Yang Fei, each deeply shocked.

Yang Fei solemnly looked at everyone, his tone serious and filled with an intimidating sense of authority.

"Alright, now let's re-evaluate ourselves."

"The saying goes, knowing sha leads to courage. We must truly understand our own strength before we can defeat opponents stronger than ourselves."

Saying this, Yang Fei raised his voice and shouted loudly.

"Now, let ask again, are you prepared to escape?"

Everyone looked at each other, although escape is considered disgraceful.

But sohow, when this rascal fat man said it, it ca out openly and boldly, with a grandeur.

Laura steadied herself and asked Yang Fei.

"If we can't fight the enemy, we can fight to the death, why run away?"

Yang Fei scoffed.

"If we can't win and still go to die, that's definitely not what a brave warrior should do."

"You must understand, in today's lack of living strength, fearing death is also a noble quality."

With that, he cast a sweeping gaze at everyone.

"On the battlefield, to achieve victory, you must first survive."

"And as ordinary soldiers, in a dangerous environnt, surviving gives endless possibilities, the chance to turn defeat into victory at any mont."

Yang Fei's words gradually gained the approval of many.

Langji stood up straight and shouted loudly from afar.

"Fatty... oh no, Instructor, how according to your words should we face the strong soldiers of the Second Brigade?"

Yang Fei snapped his fingers and laughed sinisterly.

"That's a good question, and it's exactly why I'm conducting assault training with you all."

People looked at each other, completely unable to understand Yang Fei's aning.

Yang Fei knew they couldn't comprehend imdiately, so he waved his hand.

"Everyone, get into training mode, and listen to my orders at any ti."

With that, Yang Fei grinned, baring his teeth.

"I swear, in two days, you'll undergo transformation and regard Fatty Master as your first idol."

Giles had been uneasy all day; the First Brigade was led by his precious daughter, Laura.

And the relationship between Giles and Laura was known only to a few.

Just like every father who cares about his daughter, Giles was very concerned about Laura.

He couldn't help but sneak to the First Brigade Training Camp to check on his daughter Laura's training.

Laura completely lived up to Giles' expectations.

Under her iron-handed training, the strength of the First Brigade recruits improved daily.

This ti, with Yang Fei stirring things up in the First Brigade Training Camp, Giles was really unsettled.

Although Laura was a smart and capable woman,

Giles knew well in his heart.

Before this scoundrel Yang Fei, Laura was like a naive little rabbit.

How could Laura possibly handle soone like Yang Fei?

The more Giles thought about it, the more uneasy he beca.

He sowhat regretted transferring Yang Fei to the First Brigade Training Camp.

Giles put on a white janitor uniform, disguised himself as an old cleaner, and sneaked into the First Training Camp.

Holding a broom, he swept up the fallen leaves from the phoenix tree, one casual stroke at a ti.

He slowly approached the camp at the First Training Camp, focusing his ears, listening to the commotion inside the barracks.

The grounds of the First Training Camp were chaotic, like slaughtering chickens and ducks, the cries were continuous.

Giles couldn't help but stop and peek through the iron gate.

On the training ground, the recruits were divided into two groups.

One side wore dark green military uniforms, standing properly, their tactics skilled and effective.

The other side of the recruits were shirtless, having removed their military caps, crouching like hunting dogs, charging the opponent's ground.

The number of shirtless recruits was visibly smaller, the power disparity great.

Yet this group of recruits had the upper hand, driving the uniford recruits back step by step.

Giles couldn't help but widen his eyes, the more he watched, the more peculiar it seed.

The shirtless recruits, three or four to a team, moved swiftly, seeing the uniford recruits retreating, they charged forward in groups.

If the uniford recruits pushed hard, and launched a fierce counter-attack,

this group of recruits seed to scatter like startled yellow weasels, leaping high, hurriedly escaping far away.

However, they didn't truly escape, but just hovered around the periphery, prowling back and forth.

As soon as the uniford recruits made any mistake, they jumped up and launched a direct attack.

They were like a sharp blade, pouncing straight in, relentless until they gained an advantage, refusing to stop unless they knocked soone down.

Giles stared at this gang of rogue soldiers, dumbfounded, their thod was utterly unconventional.

They continuously maneuvered and encircled, slicing the uniford recruits into pieces, then concentrating on knocking them down.

As for their attack thods, even Giles couldn't help but feel his jaw drop and took a sharp breath.

Sneaky moves, fighting with underhanded moves, pinching attacks, eye jabs, grabbing sneaky...

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As for the various tactical changes, they were incredibly clever.

These guys had practically turned the Art of War by Sun Tzu inside out, deriving various transformations.

Never in his life had Giles seen such shaless attack thods, nor so many routine attacks.

He stared blankly, mouth agape.

A recruit sitting on the fence was poking the rear of another uniford recruit with a long bamboo pole.

And not far away, a shirtless recruit pretending to be dead suddenly jumped up and efficiently clubbed an opponent unconscious.

Further off, two guys in military uniforms each held a big stick.

One was responsible for distracting the enemy, the other sneaked up behind the enemy, raised the stick and struck hard, continuously sapping.

In an instant, only the uniford juniors crawling chaotically remained on the ground.

While the shirtless recruits stood gleefully at the edge of the training ground.

The expressions on their faces were all arrogant and triumphant, as if they owned the world.

Seeing this scene, Giles couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

He had been away for just two days, how did the First Brigade's training beco so bizarre?

At this mont, a fat man swaggered to the center of the training ground.

He shouted, "Attention!"

All the recruits, including the injured ones lying on the ground, stood up straight like they were on springs, their expressions extrely serious.

Giles imdiately recognized the fat man as none other than that scoundrel Yang Fei.