Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei smirked slightly, leisurely looking at him.

"You want to beat me up, you're not qualified!"

As he spoke, his chest suddenly caved inward, and a surge of force roared out.

With a crack, Laine's wrist bone was abruptly shattered.

Laine screamed, holding his broken wrist, incredulously looking at Yang Fei.

"You... what kind of sorcery is this?"

Yang Fei snorted, casting a sidelong glance at him.

"If you were on the battlefield and encountered an enemy like me, what would you do?"

Laine was also a tough guy, glaring fiercely at Yang Fei.

"Fight to the death, go down together."

"Idiot!"

Yang Fei spat, cursing a dirty word.

As he spoke, he suddenly snatched the dagger from Laine's waist, and the Spirit Snake Slash was unleashed, enveloping Laine in a radiant sword light.

Laine felt a chill all over, as the icy sword light moved over his body.

His vision sparkled, unable to even see his enemy, let alone launch an attack.

Laine gritted his teeth and instinctively charged forward.

But he stumbled over something unknown underfoot, falling headfirst to the ground.

Laine opened his eyes and found his belt subtly sliced off.

His waistband sagged down, tripping him up and making him fall headfirst.

He felt a chill between his legs and looked down, scared out of his wits.

His once vigorous body hair below had been completely shaven within moments.

The pitiable little bird curled up, resembling a plucked chicken.

Meanwhile, his cheeks felt hot and, upon touching them, found them as smooth as a peeled egg.

In that instant, Yang Fei's dagger had shaved off his full beard.

Yang Fei stepped over, placing his foot on Laine's chest.

Laine struggled forcefully, while Yang Fei casually tossed the dagger, letting it pierce the solid concrete ground just grazing Laine's cheek.

The dagger did not cut a single hair on him.

Laine dared not move, as Yang Fei looked down at him with a scornful, cold glare.

"You have no damn qualification to even fight me; how can you go down together with me?"

Laine lowered his head, no longer talking aggressively, but inside was stirred up and utterly shocked.

Is this guy truly mortal?

Only mythical demigods might possess such miraculous sword techniques.

Laine knew deep down that if Yang Fei had wanted to kill him, he would have died countless times already.

Lester looked utterly shocked, walking over slowly.

"Laine, you should really think about what Mr. Jack said."

"What should we do when we can't beat the enemy even if we risk our lives?"

Helen blushed deeply, avoiding Laine.

Yang Fei didn't even leave a pair of pants for Laine when he made his move.

This made it impossible for Helen to look directly and had to keep her distance.

However, the girl didn't want to leave, gazing at the stylish Yang Fei, her eyes moist and full of worship.

Laine struggled hard.

Yet Yang Fei's foot was like an elephant's hoof, firmly pressed on his chest without budging.

No matter how much energy Laine expended, he couldn't stand up.

Lester shook his head, neither persuading nor discouraging, just watching from the sidelines.

Laine, this kind of person, is heroically fearless on the nice side, recklessly risking life on the blunt side.

In essence, he treats his own life as nothing but a fool.

Yang Fei knew that such people prepare to risk everything once they hit the battlefield.

This kind of brazen fool disregards their own life and dismisses military discipline and law.

They don't even care about the victory or defeat in a war.

Gathering such people, they appear fierce and strong, but in truth, they're just a ragtag bunch.

A victorious battle is merely daydreaming, surviving the battlefield is thanking God.

So, Yang Fei humiliates Laine.

Only by making him feel the despair and pain of being unable to resist, will he awaken.

Laine wasn't willing to admit defeat, struggling hard.

He was like Sun Monkey trapped beneath Five Elements Mountain, unable to rise no matter how he struggled, yet refused to yield.

Yang Fei simply stepped on his back, smoking leisurely.

Finally, Laine exhaled his last breath, lying limply on the ground like a dead dog with a broken spine, unmoving.

Yang Fei let go, crouched down: "Well, do you still want to fight to the death?"

Laine had been drained of his last ounce of strength, his rebellious spirit vanishing without a trace.

He looked lifelessly at Yang Fei: "Tell me, who are you?"

Yang Fei grinned: "Who I am doesn't matter."

"But ultimately, there are plenty of strong people in this world you're not qualified to fight to the death with."

"Not to mention, the Dragon Rampant Guard of the Bal Royal Family is such a powerful existence."

"When all you're risking is your own life, do you still want to fight to the death?"

Laine wearily shook his head: "No."

Yang Fei chuckled: "That's right, if risking your life can't defeat the enemy, then we run away."

"While escaping, we lay landmines, set traps, take sly shots, gang up on them."

"That's real warriors, capable of seizing the final victory, understand?"

If Yang Fei had said this earlier, Laine wouldn't care.

At this moment, he found each word a truth.

Suddenly enlightened, Laine rose from the ground and bowed deeply to Yang Fei.

"Thank you, sir, for the guidance, I must admit you're right."

Yang Fei, with a few words, delightedly won Laine over.

"That's right, carefully study this jungle combat manual, and use it well."

"Whether these two hundred people can become elite Warrior King depends on you."

Laine understood his troops' temperament better than Yang Fei and looked worried.

"Mr. Jack, this is really difficult; getting them to live for themselves is much harder than leading them to die in battle."

Yang Fei slapped Laine's head, glaring: "Not my problem."

Laine was taken aback, then looked pleadingly at Lester.

"General, this..."

Lester smiled, pleading for Laine.

"Jack, try and help him out."

"Laine's group, like him, is ready to die, rebellious and unyielding, changing their mindset is tougher than killing them."

Yang Fei wailed.

"Please, I'm just an engineer, not a military instructor; I can't do this job."

Helen smiled charmingly, walking over to hug his arm.

"Darling, could you help Laine, please?"

"This special force, trained well, holds significant importance for us."

Helen's soft, rounded parts grazed against Yang Fei's arm, her faint fragrance intoxicating.

Yang Fei felt his heart melt a bit.

Damn, she's an actual princess.

He thought for a moment and sighed: "Fine, let me teach you a trick."

"Anyone who doesn't obey, you beat them down, use shameless rules against them."

Yang Fei glanced deviously at the soldiers training hard on the field.

"By the way, in your group, who's the strongest?"