Leopard and three team members tossed the electric spears into the nearby jungle and called the other members to retrieve the weapons.

The remaining dozen or so team members couldn't even see a single hair on Yang Fei's head.

They had already lost nearly half their men and were feeling quite discouraged.

However, once each of them got an electric spear in hand, they regained their confidence in the fight.

So many martial arts masters.

If they couldn't subdue Brother Fei with electric spears charged with five million volts,

they might as well buy a block of tofu and smash their heads against it.

A moment later, curses from Yang Fei came from the jungle.

"Damn Mad Blade, you sneaky bastard,"

"Curse you with the worst diseases, a demon with pus-filled sores on your head!"

The voice was frantic; clearly, Yang Fei was also struggling to hold on.

Mad Blade laughed heartily, "I don't know anything at all."

"You deserve it, who was the one saying use whatever sneaky trick works?"

The jungle fell silent.

Yang Fei's voice revealed his hiding spot, and a large number of bodyguards rushed over there.

Soon, another bodyguard walked out of the jungle, dazed and confused.

This guy apparently had a head injury and was holding his head with his jacket.

He walked slowly toward Mad Blade.

Mad Blade had no idea—

that even though he had rigged the game by equipping these guys with incredibly powerful electric spears, his teammates were still getting disqualified.

He was so angry he couldn't contain himself.

"You're too pathetic, man, can't even beat Brother Fei, useless!"

The bodyguard approached Mad Blade, his head hanging low, not daring to say a word.

Sizzle!

An odd sound.

Mad Blade's head buzzed.

All he felt was paralysis wash over his body, his head spinning, as he involuntarily fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Leopard and several other disqualified bodyguards were also attacked and collapsed onto the ground.

Mad Blade lay there with his head fuzzy, his whole body limp and numb.

He watched the bodyguard in shock.

"Are you Little Bird Yang?"

The man held an electric spear, its dark muzzle pointing at everyone present.

He calmly opened his coat and draped a camouflage suit over himself.

"It is me, what about it?"

Mad Blade looked at the guy with a mischievous grin, trembling inside.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

Off in the distance, Fan Yi and Yi Long were also staring in disbelief at Yang Fei.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be entangled with the bodyguards in the jungle?

How could he be here?

Yang Fei, ignoring Mad Blade,

shushed Fan Yi and Yi Long from afar, signaling them to keep quiet.

Then, without any courtesy, Yang Fei took Mad Blade's walkie-talkie and started giving orders.

"Attention all team members, attention all team members, the target has been disqualified."

"I now declare the jungle confrontation over. Everyone put your electric spears back in the armory and assemble at the training ground."

Yang Fei's voice was rough, loud, filled with a rugged and robust masculinity.

Mad Blade, unable to move, lay on the ground, his mouth agape.

That voice, it was exactly like Mad Blade's.

Even the tone and the emphasis in speech were precisely mimicked.

Watching Yang Fei announce the end of the jungle confrontation with a smirk on his face.

Mad Blade's heart was filled with grief and anger.

This bastard, too sneaky.

Yang Fei continued issuing orders in Mad Blade's voice.

"To save face for Brother Fei and to show our team spirit, everybody paint themselves up."

"This is the spirit of Changfeng Security, advancing and retreating together, sharing honor and disgrace."

Not only did Mad Blade's mouth hang open upon hearing this,

but so did Fan Yi and Yi Long standing nearby, who gasped in amazement and stared in bewilderment.

What a scoundrel!

Too shameless.

This guy imitated Mad Blade's voice and set a huge trap for everyone.

He settled the battle without shedding a drop of blood.

Damn, Yang Fei, this bastard is so cunning.

It's infuriatingly unfair, to an extent that both gods and men would resent.

From the intercom, the joyful cheers of the Changfeng Bodyguards came through.

"Instructor, who took down Brother Fei? That was awesome."

"Let him boast, now he knows how formidable the Changfeng Bodyguards are, right?"

"Hehe, the instructor really saved face for Brother Fei."

"But that's also true, Brother Fei lost, but he's actually quite impressive. If it weren't for the Electric Spear, we definitely couldn't have won."

"So this is what trampling on the rules looks like, so wicked, but I like it!"

...

Mad Blade slumped on the ground, but still heard the many discussions among the bodyguards.

He wanted to cry but had no tears, feeling both angry and anxious.

Mad Blade opened his mouth wide, just about to shout a reminder.

But Yang Fei immediately took off his sock, unceremoniously stuffed it into his mouth.

Mad Blade was almost knocked out by the intense stench of the feet, making muffled noises.

And at that moment, more than ten Changfeng Bodyguards, in a neat line, walked towards the training field.

Their chests were all marked with a bit of paint from a Dagger.

In Mad Blade's words, this was called sharing honor and disgrace, advancing and retreating together.

The Daggers and Electric Spears, following Mad Blade's orders, were returned to the equipment room.

The bodyguards were in extremely high spirits.

Each face bore a smile of victory.

However, when they caught sight of Yang Fei holding the Electric Spear, standing in front of everyone,

everyone's mouth fell open.

What the hell is this?

Yang Fei laughed loudly, repeating the order he had just given in Mad Blade's voice.

Everyone collapsed.

Damn, that's even possible!

Under Yang Fei's misleading guidance,

not only did they obediently return their weapons to the equipment room, but they also ruled themselves out of the game.

Is there such a wicked, cunning person in this world?

And who could beat such a shamelessly thick-skinned person?

Everyone was thoroughly convinced by their defeat.

Now, everyone finally understood.

On the battlefield, there's only winning and losing, no rules.

And the real strong ones not only ignore the rules, but they also use, even trample on the rules.

The lesson Yang Fei taught Changfeng ultimately influenced the Changfeng Bodyguards' entire approach to combat.

Long Xia and others took notes on Yang Fei's two-hour speech.

Everyone studied and pondered over it word by word, digesting it thoroughly.

Then, the group innovated, coming up with endless cunning and detrimental tactics.

The wisdom of the mass is infinite.

And when the collective intelligence of a group is focused on researching how to trick and deceive others,

the results are astonishingly effective.

From then on, any person who thought they were incorrigibly bad, upon arriving at Changfeng Training Base, would deeply feel relieved.

Apparently, the most unscrupulous, the thickest-skinned, the most shameless people were all here.

And compared to them, one would seem like a perfect good person.

After accomplishing the grand task of leading people towards evil, corrupting the young, Yang Fei left triumphantly.

Mad Blade, shocked by Yang Fei even after being stunned, had wobbly legs until he left.

Having experienced Yang Fei's methods, this guy unusually refrained from cursing.

Yi Long and Fan Yi finally saw how terrifying Yang Fei could be.

Both were seriously contemplating.

This also greatly promoted their Martial Arts skills.

Art of War and Martial Arts are actually interconnected.

A true Martial Artist is a formidable military strategist.

Upon returning to Longyuan Villa, Yang Fei encountered someone.

Uncle Yu!

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