Yang Fei said as he lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and sighed.

"In the early 1970s, during the counterattack war against South Yue, South Yue's troops were continuously defeated by our brave soldiers."

"The South Yue military called on all their people to become soldiers and attack our troops."

"Some South Yue female soldiers even stormed the battlefield without wearing any pants."

"Our soldiers, feeling embarrassed and hesitant to strike, suffered heavy casualties."

"So I ask, which is more important, your life or your face?"

Listening to Yang Fei's story, many scoffed.

These people were authentic Martial Arts Grandmasters.

They valued face and dignity more than their own lives.

How could they accept Yang Fei's bizarre theories?

Among them, Long Xia, who had an exceptionally strong sense of pride, particularly resented Yang Fei's lengthy orations.

Long Xia folded his arms across his chest.

"Brother Fei, our master taught us since childhood that a martial artist's way does not tolerate humiliation."

"Heads may be severed, and blood may flow, but dignity must never be lost. I disagree with your perspective."

Yang Fei chuckled twice and leisurely took a drag from his cigarette.

"You're talking about human dignity; I'm talking about how to stay alive on the battlefield."

"How about this: let's have a spar and see how much potential your martial artist's dignity can unleash."

Long Xia stepped out of the ranks boldly.

He knew Yang Fei was formidable, but Long Xia had recently broken through to Mysterious Grade Dark Energy.

He asked himself if he couldn't defeat Yang Fei, but he wouldn't be defeated in a single round either.

If he could withstand thirty moves, Yang Fei's argument would collapse on its own.

Yang Fei and Long Xia stood face-to-face.

Long Xia went all out, a faint aura of Essence Qi appearing above his head.

His bones crackled like frying beans, making a startling clatter.

Long Xia's taut muscles gleamed with a metallic luster.

His well-defined, immensely muscular chest and abs could make women drool.

Yang Fei stood there nonchalantly and casually said,

"I'll count to three, and we will start attacking each other."

'"The loser has to do three hundred push-ups. Got it?"

Long Xia stood straight and tall, his voice incredibly loud: "Got it!"

Everyone held their breath, eyes fixed, hearts racing.

Yang Fei shouted loudly: "Ready―three!"

Long Xia was still waiting for Yang Fei to count to one and two, but this guy jumped straight to three.

And what's worse, the guy lunged at Long Xia even before he finished saying "three."

He launched a hook kick like lightning, striking between Long Xia's legs.

"Aow..."

Long Xia had no time to react, taking a serious hit to a vital area.

The intense pain made him scream as his spine, once straight as a pine, bent over.

Then, Long Xia clutched his crotch in agony, spinning in circles.

Witnessing this unbelievable scene, everyone collectively felt a toothache, hissing and gasping for air.

The crowd's eyes widened, mouths agape.

Damn, this was beyond shameless.

Not only did he launch a sneak attack, but he also gave Long Xia a vicious groin kick.

This guy clearly said to start at the count of three.

He skipped the first two numbers and broke the rules himself.

Shameless!

Despicable!

Low!

...

Everyone cursed inwardly.

A few hot-tempered ones cursed out loud.

Long Xia's face twisted in pain, his voice hoarse.

"Brother Fei, you are so..."

"Shameless, aren't you?"

Yang Fei shrugged with a cold smile.

"If this were the battlefield, you would already be a corpse. Would you still have the chance to condemn your opponent?"

Long Xia sat on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead.

He thought it over carefully and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Brother Fei's methods were low and despicable,

But during an actual mission, it's all about no-holds-barred, life-and-death combat.

If Brother Fei were the enemy, that single groin kick could've ended his life.

Long Xia sat on the ground, unable to say a word.

Yang Fei sneered, turning to the rest of the ranks.

"I know you all think my methods are despicable and shameless."

"But in reality, the shameless me is the victor, while the dignified Long Xia was beaten into a dead dog."

He provocatively glanced at a group of bodyguards.

"During a mission, if your foolishness leads to failure,

not only will you lose your life, but you will also endanger the employer. This is not what a competent bodyguard should do."

Watching Long Xia collapse on the ground, many brothers were extremely angry.

Their master, Old Man Gong, was upright and particularly emphasized the importance of dignity and integrity.

Although Yang Fei's words sounded reasonable,

their deeply ingrained martial artist principles were still hard to change.

Yang Fei knew.

As long as these pedantic martial artist concepts lingered in these bodyguards' minds,

they couldn't grow into qualified Evil Dragon Soldier Kings.

He sneered, glancing at the bodyguards disdainfully.

"I know you're all unconvinced, who else wants to have a go?"

This time, two female bodyguards charged out, Axiu and Zhao Xia.

Axiu's eyes were wide, while Zhao Xia clenched her fists.

Both looked at Yang Fei defiantly.

"Brother Fei, we disagree with your words, please enlighten us."

Yang Fei chuckled, his tone indifferent.

"On the battlefield, there are only the dead and the living, no distinction between men and women."

"Though you're girls, I won't hold back."

Axiu and Zhao Xia nodded together: "Understood!"

Yang Fei placed his hands behind his back and said casually,

"Alright, I'll count to three, and we'll officially start."

Axiu and Zhao Xia grew tense, both nodding.

This shameless guy had just skipped two counts and attacked directly at three.

Axiu and Zhao Xia wouldn't be fooled again.

Sure enough, Yang Fei drew out his voice: "Ready―three!"

Almost the moment "three" left Yang Fei's mouth,

Axiu and Zhao Xia charged at Yang Fei.

One aimed a flying kick, and the other a Palm Blade, attacking Yang Fei.

But this time, Yang Fei held a black stick-like weapon.

Electric baton!

Axiu and Zhao Xia's limbs froze mid-air.

They stared in terror at Yang Fei's electric baton, dumbfounded.

This electric baton, bought by Mad Blade from the black market, was highly potent.

The voltage was seven million volts, and the electric pulse could easily knock someone out.

Yang Fei slowly pointed the electric baton at the two girls.

"So, do you yield?"

The rest of the bodyguards watched Yang Fei in stunned silence.

Damn, Brother Fei had reached a new level of shamelessness.

Fighting women, and he used an electric baton?

Zhao Xia looked scared, submission evident in her eyes.

Axiu glared at Yang Fei furiously: "I refuse!"

Without another word, Yang Fei pressed the baton, causing bright electric sparks, acting as if he would zap Axiu.

Axiu immediately screamed and collapsed to the ground, fainting.

She had been scared unconscious.

Seeing this, all the bodyguards disdainfully rolled their eyes at Yang Fei.

This bastard even fought women, truly shameless.

Yang Fei's eyes slowly fixed on Zhao Xia.

The electric baton in his hand crackled with electric sparks.

"Do you yield?"

Terrified, Zhao Xia's beautiful face turned pale: "I... I yield."

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