Chapter 297: Chapter 297: I Want to Fight Ten
Everyone looked on as Zhang Changyang’s body rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
He was covered in dust and dirt, looking extremely embarrassed.
Seeing such a situation, everyone’s respect for Ye Ming grew even stronger.
Ye Ming’s prediction had been spot on, exceptionally accurate, within five moves, Zhang Changyang was indeed no match.
Zhang Changyang, having heard the crowd’s discussions, appeared very unconvinced and, with indignation, he got up and launched another attack on Park Zhengmeng.
Ye Ming shook his head helplessly.
Zhang Changyang did have some skills, but his loss stemmed from a lack of battle experience. His moves weren’t fierce enough, still stuck on flower fists and embroidery kicks.
In contrast, Park Zhengmeng didn’t have many redundant moves. Every one of his moves was battle-tested, his combat experience maxed out, making him seem at ease when dealing with Zhang Changyang.
After closing in on the combat distance with Zhang Changyang, he effortlessly landed a punch on Zhang Changyang’s solar plexus.
The piercing pain made Zhang Changyang stagger backward, ending up embarrassingly on the ground.
"How is this possible? The techniques of Xuanyang Sect are invincible, it can’t be this easy to be defeated!"
Zhang Changyang said through gritted teeth.
At this moment, he should feel fortunate that this wasn’t on a battlefield; otherwise, that punch could have certainly been fatal.
Park Zhengmeng snorted coldly, his face filled with disdain.
He looked proudly at the Falcon Squad members and arrogantly said, "Falcon Squad, nothing special after all. The martial arts of Dragon Country, nothing but fancy movements!"
The other members of Tiger Team also let out piercing taunts.
"I thought the martial arts of Dragon Country were so powerful, turns out they’re only good for television, they’re simply too weak!"
"In front of our Tiger Team, they’re like trash that can’t take a single hit! Absolute trash!"
The incessant mocking taunts made Zhang Changyang feel extremely indignant.
He was furious and wanted to stand up to retaliate, but the intense pain in his chest made it impossible for him to rise, even breathing had become extremely difficult.
The only thing he could do was to wrap the injured area with his True Qi, preventing him from spitting blood on the spot.
At the same time, he began to reflect on the events that had just occurred. He clearly remembered that he had knocked Park Zhengmeng away with a punch, so why had he suddenly found himself no match at all?
During the fight, Park Zhengmeng was completely dominating, a stark contrast to earlier.
Could it be...
Only now did Zhang Changyang realize that his punch had succeeded because Ye Ming was holding Park Zhengmeng’s wrist, which allowed him to score a hit. This revealed that he had only managed to injure Park Zhengmeng with Ye Ming’s assistance.
Li Xuanzhi walked out slowly, his tail high in the air, chuckling. "Minister Yang, I think this competition can come to an end now. If it goes on, it will be too hard for you to save face."
"I need to leave you some dignity. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll complain to our superiors, and then it would be awkward for everyone!"
Li Xuanzhi’s words were the ultimate insult, unbearable for anyone.
Yang Tianxiong’s face was ashen, his head bowed in silence. Although his heart seethed with anger, he had nothing to say on the surface.
If you’re no match, you’re bound to take a beating; that’s beyond dispute. But to lose in such an embarrassing manner was something he had not anticipated. Yet, regardless of what he said now, nothing could rectify the situation.
At that moment, Li Chunfeng let out a loud shout and stepped forward, addressing Yang Tianxiong, "Minister Yang, let me do it!"
"I’ve been with Falcon Squad for so long, I have a deep affection for them, and I can’t just stand by and watch as they are insulted!"
Yang Tianxiong stopped him in his tracks, as the situation at hand was such that they could not afford to be reckless.
If Li Chunfeng also turned out to be no match, they would be thoroughly disgraced, shamed to their ancestors.
Furthermore, Zhang Changyang, Razor, and Wang Yating might have lost, but that was merely competition amongst peers, a reflection of insufficient ability. However, with Li Chunfeng’s age, it would purely be an older generation bullying the younger.
To win would bring no honor, and to lose would be utterly shameful; Yang Tianxiong simply couldn’t afford that loss of face.
As everyone was uncertain how to proceed, Ye Ming suddenly stood up.
He spoke slowly, "Let me do it."
"This Brother Zhang is right," he continued, "Previously, I only passed on some theoretical knowledge to you all, akin to building a cart behind closed doors, or being an armchair strategist. Today, I’ll give everyone a practical demonstration of what real combat is!"
"All you need to do is watch closely."
In the midst of speaking, Ye Ming had already begun to limber up.
Yang Tianxiong frowned and questioned, "Instructor Ye, are you really up to it?"
The implication of his question was clear—they could no longer afford to lose, nor could they withstand another defeat. If Ye Ming were to lose, it wouldn’t just be a matter of failing to raise their heads in front of Tiger Team; they would become a laughingstock across the entire Dragon Country.
Ye Ming was not only Falcon Squad’s instructor but also their last hope.
Decisively, Ye Ming nodded, "Minister Yang, you can rest assured."
Seeing Ye Ming so confident, Yang Tianxiong nodded and decided to place his trust in him once more.
Wang Yating and the other members of Falcon Squad watched him with great anxiety.
All their hopes were now pinned on him.
Yet, they dared not put too much pressure on Ye Ming.
Ye Ming gave them an assured look and walked slowly towards the Tiger Team, saying indifferently, "I am Ye Ming, the Chief Instructor of Falcon Squad, and I challenge you!"
Park Zhengmeng casually spat out a wad of saliva, his expression unchanged, still an arrogant sneer.
"We also have an old saying, ’A troop of bears only needs one, a troop of generals begets a whole den.’ It seems this den of bears from Falcon Squad must have been taught by you, isn’t that so?"
Ye Ming looked at him with icy eyes and responded, "That saying, just like the last, isn’t yours to claim. It’s also passed down from our ancestors. However, you will have to take responsibility for your words."
"Of course!" Park Zhengmeng replied mockingly, "As if you could be a match for me—but if you do defeat me, I’ll take back what I said earlier and admit that you’re not bears."
With an impassive face, Ye Ming retorted, "You’re not even qualified to clash with me. Since I am the Chief Instructor of Falcon Squad, naturally, I should challenge the Chief Instructor of Tiger Team. Otherwise, it’d be somewhat akin to bullying."
Park Zhengmeng was momentarily taken aback, then asked disdainfully, "Are you suggesting a duel with our instructor? You’re seeking your own death. All my moves were taught by Instructor Li, whose strength surpasses mine!"
"If you’re not afraid of dying, then by all means, go ahead!"
Park Zhengmeng wore a relaxed expression, regarding Ye Ming as nothing more than a jumping clown.
Ye Ming said with utmost seriousness, "One is not enough; I want to fight ten!"
"All of you from Tiger Team, come at me together, including that Instructor Li!"
