46: I'll pay for your medical bills!

The atmosphere inside the training hall was tense.

In the stalemate, Lin Lan was escorted out by several High-level General bodyguards.

"Then I'll try these little guys!"

Soon, another Intermediate General among the martial artists stepped forward to challenge Yamamoto Ichiki.

As expected, this Intermediate General failed.

He left in the same humiliating manner.

Following him, the third, fourth... up to the seventh Warrior General took the stage, and all of them failed.

Among these martial artists, even the High-level Generals were not in good condition, as they had just returned from supporting the front lines and hadn't had a good rest.

Facing Yamamoto Ichiki, who was in perfect condition and capable of special ninja techniques, they naturally couldn't compare.

It wasn't until the ninth General delivered a powerful punch, narrowing the gap with Yamamoto Ichiki by 9,000 kilograms.

At this point, some martial artists realized that these 'little guys' had come prepared.

Even a Advanced War General taking action might not have a big advantage.

For a time, the atmosphere in the training hall grew increasingly heavy.

All the martial artists remained silent and sullen.

"Are there no others who can fight? Are your martial artists really that weak?"

"Don't let me look down on you!"

The string of victories made Chiba Wutian arrogant, completely adopting the air of a victor, which greatly displeased the martial artists, their faces turning ashen, yet they were powerless to retort.

There was nothing they could do; these 'little guys' had seized the opportunity perfectly.

Most of the powerful Generals had just returned from supporting the War Dragon Group, and their strength was not at full capacity.

Now Chiba Wutian had taken advantage of their weakened state, which was truly lacking in martial virtue, but it was very typical of the 'little guys'.

"Hmph, these damnable 'little guys'!"

Wang Teng, who had just arrived at the martial arts gym and witnessed this scene, cursed loudly in his heart.

Then, Wang Teng glanced at the Intermediate Warrior badge on his left arm and decisively dialed Chen Fan's number.

"Fan-ge, Fan-ge, emergency! There are 'little g... little guys' challenging us in the martial arts gym hall! Come quickly to support us, we're about to collapse, ah!"

The next moment, the call was abruptly hung up. To create a realistic effect, Wang Teng chose to tell Chen Fan a white lie this time... Inside the special cultivation room, Chen Fan was woken by Wang Teng's call, ending his absorption of cosmic energy.

"There are 'little guys' martial artists provoking here!"

When the 'little guys' were mentioned, a cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and his entire being exuded a sharp, blade-like aura.

Little guys, just wait for me!

Chen Fan quickly put on his battle armor, slung his twin blades across his back, and strode towards the training hall... Ninth Army, office.

The sound of pacing footsteps echoed, as a young man in blood-red battle armor, carrying a dark long blade on his back, walked back and forth in front of the desk.

On the wall to his right, everything from the martial artist hall was being broadcast.

From Chiba Wutian's initial punch test and provocation, to Lin Lan and a host of martial artists successively falling in defeat... almost every scene was clearly projected.

This young martial artist, who bore a striking nine-tenths resemblance to Fu Fengxue, looked at the God of War, seemingly burning with rage.

"Fu, why don't you let me teach these 'little guys' who don't know their place a lesson."

"No rush, no rush! It's not the time yet."

Fu Fengxue leaned back in a chair, took a sip of hot, fragrant tea, and said unhurriedly:

"Qingxi, you observe the situation first."

The young man before him was renowned throughout the Ninth Army and even the Jingji Garrison, hailed as the man most likely to surpass the God of War, the captain of the Dragon Breath Squad — Fu Qingxi.

He was also Fu Fengxue's only son.

"This time, the Dragon Breath Squad suffered heavy losses, with half of its Generals killed in action. It's time to bring in new blood."

Fu Fengxue looked at his son, Fu Qingxi, and said with a loving expression:

"In this battle of the War Dragon Group, both Vice Captain (deputy captains) were killed. You've lost your right-hand men. Do you have any new plans?"

Hearing this, Fu Qingxi lowered his head, silent.

The fact that the Dragon Breath Squad had lost five or six out of ten members in this beast tide, suffering a devastating blow, was known to everyone in the Ninth Army, but no one wanted to mention it.

Because this was not only a loss for the Dragon Breath Squad and the Ninth Army, but also a pain for the entire Kyoto Base City.

As one of the top ten squads in the Jingji Garrison, the Dragon Breath Squad had always been active on the front lines, undertaking the most dangerous missions.

For the human martial artists garrisoned in various bases, the existence of the Dragon Breath Squad was nothing less than a solid barrier for them.

Now, this great wall had developed some cracks, how could people not feel heartbroken?

Fu Qingxi's eyes were a little red. He looked up at the grey ceiling, momentarily at a loss for words.

He knew what Fu Fengxue meant.

Only his own father would speak so bluntly, hitting his son where it hurt.

Even though the battle was over and the beast tide had been repelled, Fu Qingxi still hadn't fully recovered... Unbeknownst to him, Fu Fengxue had already come to the side of Dragon Breath Squad captain, Fu Qingxi, and gently patted his son with a pair of heavy hands:

"Qingxi, don't rush to mourn yet. Look here."

Saying this, Fu Fengxue slowly turned his head, speaking softly:

"Perhaps, if this kid is properly nurtured, he could become your right-hand man... If you fall in battle, he might even be able to take your place!"

Fu Fengxue continued, his gaze fixed on a rapidly moving young figure on the screen.

This person was Chen Fan, rushing towards the training hall... "Hmph!"

A cold snort came, Chen Fan had already reached the entrance of the training hall, taking in the entire scene, his heart rate accelerating.

"I didn't realize you were so arrogant. How about I join in?"

As soon as he entered, seeing Chiba Wutian's arrogant and overbearing demeanor, Chen Fan instantly became enraged.

He decided to teach these 'little guys' martial artists a little lesson!

Chen Fan, clad in blood-red battle attire, ran like a terrifying, murderous beast, opening its gaping maw to attack.

As the martial artists wondered, they saw a bloody afterimage flash before their eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

With a series of teeth-gritting thuds, everyone only saw the most arrogant Chiba Wutian and Yamamoto Ichiki, along with their black-clad bodyguards, all knocked to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Fan combined the power of Ninefold Thunderblade with his perfect-level movement technique, executing it to the extreme.

Facing Chen Fan's extraordinary strength, these intermediate and Advanced War General bodyguards had no power to retaliate whatsoever.

They could only fall one after another under Chen Fan's fists, wailing in pain.

Even Yamamoto Ichiki and Chiba Wutian could only take a beating from Chen Fan, who specially focused on them... punching them with full force!

In a flash, Chen Fan threw countless punches and then quickly ended the battle.

Even though he was furious, Chen Fan was very measured in his actions, only injuring, not killing.

Looking at the 'little guys' martial artists rolling on the ground, Chen Fan believed they wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three or four months.

Especially Chiba Wutian and Yamamoto Ichiki, who had been the most boisterous and self-satisfied, received special attention from Chen Fan.

He even thoroughly 'repaired' them from head to toe, inside and out.

Chen Fan had always been like this: if people treated him with respect, he would return it tenfold.

If people offended him, he would return it a hundredfold!

Especially towards the 'little guys' with whom he had a generational feud.

Chen Fan's lips curled into an arc as he watched the 'little guys' crying and rolling on the ground, feeling greatly pleased.

These 'little guys', without half a year of recuperation and half a year of rehabilitation, would probably have trouble walking!

"No need to worry."

"I'll pay for your medical expenses!"

Saying this, Chen Fan casually kicked over the briefcase in front of him.

Whoosh!

Flying red banknotes rained down, covering the Japanese martial artists who were rolling on the ground like snowflakes.

"Good, well done!"

"Brother is mighty, truly a fierce man!"

"..."

Chen Fan's gratifying action, seen by the martial artists who had been oppressed for so long, was incredibly satisfying.

Suddenly, the long-suppressed frustration of the martial artists was swept away.

Their gazes towards Chen Fan were filled with excitement and awe.

Refreshing!

Very refreshing!

...PS:

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