Chapter 82: My Langjun is Pure and True (IV)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Jiang Pengji was the smallest person compared to everyone else.
Xu Ke looked at her and, for a distracted mont, he thought he saw a slim and powerful tiger in her place—a tiger with a cold and calculating gaze that watched her prey as though she already knew the outco of the situation.
When he regained his senses, Jiang Pengji was still bathed in the sunlight. Her black hair reflected a halo of light around her head.
A mont later, the others trembled in fear, and no one had the guts to oppose her.
Jiang Pengji’s lips lifted coldly, and her eyes curved with the smile.
“Since there are no objections, let’s start.”
She threw her sandalwood fan towards Xu Ke, and he reached out to catch it. The familiar scent on the fan brought a shiver to his spine as he rembered Liu She’s cold and calculating gaze... That interaction had traumatized him for life.
Wait... This was not the ti to be afraid of a mory, for his young master had said “start”... But start what? Was she referring to sothing in the manual?
Before Xu Ke could make sense of her words, Jiang Pengji startled him.
“The first batch of team leaders will be picked by to ensure fairness,” Jiang Pengji said languidly as Xu Ke’s heart skipped a beat.
Then she continued, “I know so of you are planning to withdraw. You’re afraid that you will die in the hands of the bandits, but your service is with . That’s why you won’t dare to oppose . But I’ll give you all a chance now. If anyone can beat in a fight, I will allow them to go free, and I will also give them a year’s worth of silver.”
Xu Ke was enraptured as he watched Jiang Pengji standing there under the sun with a smile on her lips and fire burning in her eyes.
“You can co at one by one or as a group. You don’t have to hold back!”
Everyone looked unsettled, and no one was still. No one had expected her to be this arrogant.
All the new n were from poor families. They had worked the fields since they were young, so they were much stronger than any nobleman.
Jiang Pengji may be the Lius’ precious son, and she may have had martial arts training, but she still looked weak and frail. It seed impossible for her to take on a group of n.
But if they could beat her, they would get back their freedom and still get a year’s worth of silver. It sounded too good to be true.
The n started looking at each other, and their steps were hesitant. No one dared to attack first.
Xu Ke, on the other hand, was anxious. He wanted to pull Jiang Pengji back, but he was afraid that he might offend her. But if he did nothing, she could really get hurt or even killed by the n.
Jiang Pengji wore a predatory smile. Her expression was expectant, as though she was waiting for sothing to happen.
Xu Ke froze on the spot and rembered the incident with the assembly of scholars. Jiang Pengji wore the sa expression then, and her eyes had held so scorn. That was enough to tell him that these n were no match for her.
The air filled with tension. All the new n felt as though they had a burden upon their shoulders, and they were strangely nervous. Their breathing quickened, and their backs were damp with sweat. It was as though they had been burdened by life itself.
“No one?”
Jiang Pengji was good at picking the right ti to speak.
The strongest and biggest man of the group stepped forward. He drew back his fist and aid it straight at her face.
“Looks like soone has guts.” Jiang Pengji laughed lightly. It was obvious that she didn’t care about the fist that was coming her way.
The village head was terrified for her, and Xu Ke looked away because he could not bear to watch.
Her viewers held their breaths and gripped their fists.
So of the viewers started to grumble about the stream’s clear resolution. It looked like the fist was heading straight for them. The fearful viewers steeled themselves as they prepared to watch Jiang Pengji bleed.
Most strears loved to pull off death-defying stunts to increase their popularity. But no one expected Jiang Pengji to do that.
The viewers who had seen Jiang Pengji’s prowess in battle were not worried about her. They were excited to watch her shine in battle again.
“Good one!”
Instead of dodging, Jiang Pengji t the man’s fist head on. She used her palm to block his fist and summoned her strength. Then she smacked off his fist and seized his arm with her other hand. She spun around and used his strength against him. To everyone’s surprise, she threw him aside easily.
Her actions were simple because she did not want to damage the n she had paid for and wanted to train. All she wanted to do was convince them that they could not beat her.
Corps Seven had a reputation of being war maniacs. Others called them “troublemakers with very bad habits.”
Each year, new recruits to Corps Seven went through an orientation in which they had to fight the veterans. Young people were always arrogant and had to have so sense beaten into them before they beca much easier to control.
Jiang Pengji applied the sa logic here. Those n had their own ideas, so they might not treat the training seriously. They needed to have their pride wounded a little.
Jiang Pengji felt that it would be easier to give them all a good smacking now to prevent them from starting headaches later.
In her opinion, there was nothing in the world that a few good hard whacks could not resolve. If there were, then just add a few more smacks.
The first man who attacked sparked the others. Their hesitance dissipated, and they charged at her as one. How could they all lose to a young and frail noble boy?
They were not trying to kill her; if they did, they would be sentenced to death.
They were just trying to win. As long as they won, she would have to uphold her promise.
Well, it was wishful thinking on their part.
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