334: Chapter 323: I’m Getting Serious Now 334: Chapter 323: I’m Getting Serious Now At Northeast Tiger’s side, there was sheer shock.
They all knew Hu Zizi’s strength, although there was a bit of a gap with theirs, she was still much better than ordinary soldiers or even special forces.
Yet, this woman had managed to disorient her with only 20% of her strength—who in the world was she?
“Be careful, I’m going to get serious now.” Hu Zizi had never faced such humiliation since childhood.
Not having to use full strength in a competition was practically contempt towards her.
Enraged, Hu Zizi let out a roar and rushed quickly towards Qingluan, her right hand raised in a move called Black Tiger Heart Stealing, aiming for Qingluan’s chest.
Qingluan slightly dodged Hu Zizi’s attack, stretching out her left hand and slapping hard on her opponent’s perky buttocks, “Still too slow.”
Is bullying like this?
Not only do you take advantage but criticize their speed.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was a woman, I would’ve grabbed a submachine gun and chased after her already.
“You can’t beat me,” Qingluan shook her head and said, “You’re too weak.”
“Again.” Hu Zizi, like a madwoman, kept attacking Qingluan with left and right hooks, kicks, and military boxing.
After a whole series of moves, she couldn’t even touch Qingluan’s clothing.
“Get down.” Qingluan took advantage of an opening, grabbed Hu Zizi’s arm, twisted it back, and kicked her on the buttocks.
Watching Hu Zizi stagger off the stage, the Northeast Tiger group hastily cushioned her fall, and Xu Hongxing watched the first match with a smile, “Hu, didn’t I tell you?
Your granddaughter can’t beat her.”
“It was just luck,” Commander Hu said sheepishly, touching his nose.
The rules they used were simple: one-on-one combat, each side sending one fighter to duel.
The winner would stay on stage to fight the next opponent, until one side lost.
Of course, if you were strong enough to knock down three people from the other side, that worked too.
A man had just stepped forward from the Northeast Tigers when their King of Soldiers stopped him, “This woman is not simple.
I’ll go up instead.”
“What are you fussing about?
Can’t even beat a woman, what are you good for?” Qingluan spoke with a mocking aura, “One woman here can flatten your military base.”
This was unbearable even for an uncle, and the King of Soldiers, infuriated, shouted, “Too much bullying!” and leaped onto the stage.
“Fine, you look like a real man; I won’t bully you.
I’ll let my man fight you.” Qingluan glanced at him, jumped off the stage, and her action stunned everyone present.
What did she mean by not bullying him?
I’m the King of Soldiers, the strongest personal combatant in a military area, and in your eyes, it’s bullying?
“You’ve really drawn big trouble for me,” Song Yun said to Qingluan with a wry smile, looking at the furious King of Soldiers on stage.
“Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later,” Song Yun sighed, slowly clambered onto the stage.
Yes, climbed; even the likes of Hu Zizi had jumped or flipped onto it.
How could a tough man climb onto it?
After climbing onto the stage, Song Yun rolled over, lay on his back, and looked up at the azure sky.
This infuriated the group from Northeast Tiger even more.
Damn it, you’re supposed to make some moves up there, not treat the combat arena like your bed.
“Rested enough?” The King of Soldiers, seemingly patient, sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes intensely focused on Song Yun.
“What if I said I’m not?” Song Yun, in a rascal manner, turned on his side and asked him.
“Then I’ll wait some more.” The King of Soldiers grinned and rubbed his head, indicating he was ready for a friendly match no matter what, “I know you’re tough, but I can handle it.”
“Frankly, I’m not really in the state for a combat,” Song Yun also sat cross-legged, seriously returning, “I’m afraid I might hurt you once we start.”
“A true man is meant to endure injuries, whether physical or emotional.
Tempered through hardship is how a precious sword is forged.
Come on, stop being a rascal.
Let’s have a fair fight.” The King of Soldiers got up, dusted off his buttocks, and implied readiness.
With a sigh, Song Yun realized he couldn’t avoid this match.
His current state was not suitable for competing, as being driven by anger during a fight could send one into a rampage, leaving no room for rationality.
These were the nation’s elite soldiers, and Song Yun didn’t want to inadvertently harm them.
He had asked Mao Shan to bring Qingluan over for this very reason.
He thought Qingluan might help him avoid this match, but the young lady had innocently betrayed him.
Of course, Song Yun knew Qingluan was looking out for him—letting out aggression to prevent self-harm.
But the thought of directing this anger towards the King of Soldiers gave Song Yun a headache.
“Fang Ming.”
“Song Yun.”
The two seemed to read each other’s minds.
Having just exchanged names, they suddenly moved—like two gusts of wind colliding continuously with punches and kicks, creating thumping sounds on the stage.
Watching from below, the group from Northeast Tiger was stunned.
Thinking the weedy Song Yun was a throwaway character, they now witnessed him transform into a martial arts master, completely overpowering their leader with his speed and strength.
When did masters become so undervalued?
In contrast, Qingluan watched the fight with a smile, knowing martial arts needed a calm mind and unity with the heavenly way.
Mixing negative emotions could significantly impact one’s core.
She knew Song Yun had been having a tough time recently, and with his parents’ return drawing closer, it was a crucial moment.
A misstep could lead to continuous errors.
Although Song Yun appeared to go to bed early every day, he was actually issuing commands in his room or pondering over benefit issues.
Added to this was the sudden interference of the Bai Family, intensifying Song Yun’s headache.
Qingluan’s suggestion last night aimed to let Song Yun vent, but before they could act on wrecking the Bai Family’s gates this morning, they encountered this challenge.
Ordinary people couldn’t last two rounds against Song Yun, which would only exhaust him, unlike the King of Soldiers.
Not knowing much about Northeast Tiger but guessing by the name it was formidable—especially with a King of Soldiers—Qingluan believed this would certainly allow Song Yun a chance to vent, leading to her pressuring the King of Soldiers to step forward earlier.