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"Hey? I did see that fellow, um, it feels like Beside," Yang Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow, feeling quite surprised.
Due to the issues with his own mental environment, he usually wouldn't bother if the trouble caused by taking action outweighed the trouble he could resolve.
From the very beginning, when he encountered Wang Chong, he hadn't felt anything worth noting. With his current level and that almost prophetic intuition, he wouldn't expect much trouble to arise.
A cockroach crawling up a utility pole on the street wouldn't prompt anyone to take off their shoes to squash it. However, once that cockroach crossed into their home, even if it meant trouble to take off their shoes, they would have to deal with it.
Even when he was in Myanmar or India, there weren't many moments that made him sense danger. Although the feeling was faint now, a crisis is still a crisis; it could potentially be a harmful factor for him.
"If you don't seek death, you won't die. How could you not know?" Yang Xiaoyou muttered under his breath while adjusting the brim of his military cap. He turned to Zhao Xinglong beside him and said absentmindedly, "I have no problem agreeing, but are you sure you want to compete in front of so many people? Are you certain the instructor won't intervene?"
Zhao Xinglong fell silent at Yang Xiaoyou's glance.
After all, he was a competitive athlete; fighting was his specialty. The last long-distance run had shown that his endurance aspect didn't have an advantage. He really wasn't confident about this kind of obstacle competition. He had jumped in out of frustration earlier, but now that he thought about it carefully, it didn't seem worth it.
However, since he had already spoken up, he wasn't going to back down. He just changed his tone slightly and said, "The instructor shouldn't intervene, right?"
He felt a bit pleased with his reaction speed for catching onto the last thing the other person said and finding a way out.
"This definitely isn't reliable. So if you're serious about it, let's find a private place after it's over. But I won't agree without some stakes," Yang Xiaoyou said with a bright smile, revealing his white teeth as he saw the other person getting into it.
At the same time, he keenly sensed another wave of observation directed at the two of them, indicating that the message had likely been successfully conveyed.
"Of course, no problem. Hmph. As for the reward, you won't be disappointed!" At this point, Zhao Xinglong certainly wouldn't show any signs of weakness. Their private competition meant that even if something unexpected happened, it would only involve the two of them. He might even use this as an excuse to confront the other and vent his frustrations.
So what if he had good endurance? Was that impressive?
"This isn't scientific. Why aren't you eating?" After struggling to swallow a bun with pickles, Yang Xiaoyou's three roommates felt something was off. Tonight, Yang Xiaoyou had only casually stuffed two buns into his mouth before stopping. Fang Jinke bluntly pointed it out without hesitation.
"I might need to move around later. Eating too much isn't good," Yang Xiaoyou replied casually while stretching his fingers.
"I'm not like Zhao Xinglong; I know how to handle him. This afternoon was fine. If it's just the two of you, he might end up hitting you directly. There's no reasoning with him. Fine, I won't go anyway," Fang Jinke said straightforwardly, revealing a certain level of honesty about himself. His bluntness could be quite annoying but rarely provoked hostility.
"I can accompany you to witness it," Liu Shaoqiang, who rarely spoke, said calmly, unsure if he was doing it to compete with Fang Jinke or for some other reason.
"I-I can go too," said the tall and thin Wang Xincheng, although he was timid by nature. He was an honest kid but found himself at a loss for words in such situations.
"I'll be fine going alone; it's no problem. I'll keep my distance; it'll just be the two of us." However, Yang Xiaoyou had other thoughts in mind and couldn't accept their goodwill at this moment, firmly rejecting their offers.
His rejection was quite abrupt, causing Liu Shaoqiang to frown slightly, but he didn't say anything further.
Under normal circumstances, a private match between Zhao Xinglong and Yang Xiaoyou would attract a crowd. However, due to the high-pressure tasks they faced and both seeming intent on downplaying this aspect, when Yang Xiaoyou strolled out after dinner, he found only Zhao Xinglong waiting at their agreed meeting spot.
"Good thing I hinted at the location to Fang Jinke; that fellow shouldn't be able to hide now. Otherwise, it would be unfortunate if I couldn't find him." Seeing that Zhao Xinglong was alone, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but mutter a few words to himself before raising his hand and smiling brightly.
"Hey, I'm here."
Standing beneath an old tree, upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Zhao Xinglong couldn't help but snort coldly. To be honest, he had initially thought that the other party would bring some people along to support him. At that time, if a conflict broke out between both sides, even if it escalated, it would appear to the instructor that they were simply outnumbering the fewer.
Even if someone got seriously injured, it wouldn't be his fault; it would just be an accident.
However, it seemed that the other party truly believed he was genuinely interested in competing in simple physical activities. How naive! So sweet!
At this moment, although this location was still within the training camp's boundaries, it was quite close to the edge, surrounded by dense trees.
The autumn wind rustled the leaves.
If they didn't make any noise, even a loud scream might not carry far; it truly was a perfect place for committing murder and robbery.
"I didn't expect you to actually dare to come here. Since you came alone, I'll give you a chance. Here are paper and a pen. Write down a guarantee that you won't bother Feng Lin anymore, and I'll let you leave unharmed." Leaning against the tree trunk with his arms crossed, Zhao Xinglong began to show a hint of a smile, though there was an icy chill behind it.
Yang Xiaoyou knew that the other party surely had ulterior motives, but he didn't expect such directness. They didn't even mention that he had come for a competition.
"I don't even know what we're competing about; isn't this a bit too straightforward?" The main person hadn't even shown up yet, and the other party was already so blunt. Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but roll his eyes and change the subject.
In Zhao Xinglong's eyes, this was merely a display of forced calmness.
"Content? Isn't it obvious? As men, being able to protect women is our greatest asset and ability. What does just running count for? Are you going to run faster than women when trouble arises? We're competing in combat skills!" The smile on his lips grew wider until it nearly reached the back of his head as Zhao Xinglong declared proudly.
Although his specialty was swordsmanship, even without a sword, his close combat skills were top-notch. The president of the Martial Arts Club at school and the captain of the karate team were no match for him.
"I can certainly agree with your point, but we are in a Peaceful Era after all. Fighting and killing aren't good." Yang Xiaoyou, who had been trying to buy time, found himself at a loss for what else he could say to delay this straightforward fellow further.
Heart felt a wave of self-derision as he began to sense a subtle sense of crisis. Was it truly just his own illusion that his reaction was so sluggish? How could someone so poor at grasping information and seizing opportunities feel any sense of danger?
Just as this thought flickered through his mind, he paused for a moment, slightly tilting his head as he sensed the emergence of an incongruous element. The expression on his face began to return to normal. If he truly was as useless as he feared, then he wouldn't be worth his time.
On the other side, hearing Yang Xiaoyou's soft words about a "Peaceful Era," Zhao Xinglong wore a bright and cheerful smile, as if all the pent-up frustration had finally found an outlet.
At that moment, he regretted that the ethereal beauty was not present to witness the fellow's embarrassing display.
But upon reflection, if there were indeed others around, they might have been putting on a brave front. Where else could one find such an opportunity for release?
"Peaceful Era"? Ridiculous!
"Hmph! You've already had enough; if you remain stubborn, I'll make sure you understand the gap between us!" After enjoying a moment of extreme delight, Zhao Xinglong suppressed that feeling and began to grow impatient. With one leg propped against an old tree trunk, he took a swift step toward Yang Xiaoyou.
In an instant, it was as if he had transformed into a sharp sword, the grass beneath him bending under the force of his movement, showcasing his solid foundational skills.
"Tsk. You're really ruthless; do you intend to kill me outright?" Yang Xiaoyou began to ramble about the "Peaceful Era." As Zhao Xinglong closed in with a swift step, he seemed lost in thought, barely glancing up and muttering a few words.
Zhao Xinglong found it amusing; did he think himself foolish? To personally kill someone over such matters? This was a military camp; one misstep could lead to dire consequences. Did he really think himself worthy of risking such trouble?
As he approached the attack range, he clenched his right fist tightly, preparing to unleash a powerful strike aimed at Yang Xiaoyou's abdomen while avoiding any fatal blows. This would surely deliver a painful hit that would leave an unforgettable impression.
However, just as he swung his fist, an overwhelming chill washed over him—a sensation so profound it was beyond description, akin to being targeted by a primordial beast!
He had only felt this sensation once before when receiving sword techniques from Uncle!
In an instant, all movements went awry, and his hands and feet began to tremble.
At that moment, he also noticed that with a rustling sound from the leaves and grass, a shadow seemingly appeared out of nowhere, flashing behind the Rival.
The adrenaline surged through him, allowing him to clearly see the previously elusive movements. The man, wearing a Military Training Uniform and with a fierce expression on his face, was driving his elbow forward with a twisted force aimed at the Rival's head!
Such power! Such speed! He could vividly imagine the scene that would unfold upon impact—blood and flesh exploding like a watermelon!
However, just then, a seemingly frail Delicate White Palm spread open and naturally rose to block the incoming elbow. The stark contrast between Both Sides was so disproportionate that it felt like a mantis trying to stop a car!
But at the moment of their collision, it felt as if the air around them had been sucked dry; all sound vanished from perception!
That terrifying strike was completely halted by the soft Palm! It did not advance even an inch!
After a brief pause, a high-pressure wave erupted from the point of contact, vibrating the eardrums. The ground beneath Both Sides rippled outward, causing dirt to churn and grass to fly. The fierce airflow stung Zhao Xinglong's face, and he lost his balance due to the upheaval beneath him, tumbling forward uncontrollably.
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