Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Arrogance to the Extreme _1
As these words were uttered, the scene immediately fell into a brief silence.
Everyone looked at Ye Ming with eyes full of shock.
Park Zhengmeng even thought he had heard wrong and dug at his ear, looking at Ye Ming with disbelief.
"Young instructor, aren’t you being a little too arrogant?" Park Zhengmeng challenged.
It wasn’t just him; even members of Falcon Squad began to harbor some doubts.
"Chief Instructor Ye, that Park Zhengmeng is tough to deal with. Aren’t you being a bit too arrogant by saying that?" Razor said with a worried expression, cautiously trying to persuade him.
Xu Xincheng just snorted coldly, disdainfully saying, "He’s really a brainless guy. I really don’t know what my sister sees in you. With your little ability, you want to fight ten people?"
Yang Tianxiong and Li Chunfeng also exchanged glances, unsure of how to wrap things up.
The Tiger Team is Han Country’s top special forces squad, ranking amongst the best in terms of physical prowess, one of the top ten special forces teams worldwide. Defeating even one of them would be worth boasting about for a long time.
But here was a man challenging the entire team, including their instructors.
Wasn’t this foolhardy?
Zhang Changyang sneered, already prepared to enjoy the spectacle; having personally experienced Park Zhengmeng’s strength, he believed Ye Ming stood no chance against him.
"Just Park Zhengmeng alone is enough for you to handle. Yet you dare challenge an entire team so arrogantly, a death-seeking fool, just wait to lose face!"
Li Xuanzhi let out consecutive cold laughs, standing confidently with hands behind his back, "This Mr. Ye, you’re not only arrogant and overbearing but also ignorant of the vastness of the heavens and earth. If you underestimate the strength of our Tiger Team like this, don’t blame us for not showing mercy!"
Ye Ming nodded indifferently, saying, "If that’s the case, then let’s cut the nonsense and show me the greatest strength of your Tiger Team."
Li Xuanzhi huffed coldly, waved to his subordinates, and issued the command to commence battle.
Park Zhengmeng had been eager to make Ye Ming pay dearly and was the first to charge at him head-on.
"An ignorant fool, I won’t let you catch me again!" Park Zhengmeng declared.
Still haunted by Ye Ming’s casual grab earlier, he had become extremely cautious in launching his attack.
He gave up the idea of directly approaching Ye Ming and began circling around him, carefully probing for an opening.
After several turns, he was astonished to find that Ye Ming had no openings at all; he couldn’t find an opportunity to strike.
Ye Ming saw through his thoughts and deliberately distracted himself to give his opponent an opening.
Park Zhengmeng was quick to react, diving forward to wrap his arms around Ye Ming’s waist, attempting a neck-breaking back throw.
This move was his forte, and also his favorite.
He relished hearing the sound of his enemies’ bones shattering.
Just as he was about to make contact with Ye Ming’s body, Ye Ming suddenly leaped up, causing Park Zhengmeng to miss.
"How is this possible?" Park Zhengmeng suddenly lost his balance, about to fall forward.
Ye Ming would not let him off so easily. Upon landing, Ye Ming grabbed his ankle and swung him upwards.
Without any tactics, without any martial arts skills, even lacking the most basic combat moves, Ye Ming simply used the most primitive method to pick up Park Zhengmeng.
This nearly two-hundred-pound strong man was lifted by Ye Ming with one hand and then smashed hard onto the ground.
With his head hitting the ground first, Park Zhengmeng was left dazed, completely deprived of the ability to fight.
The other members of Tiger Team saw their captain under attack and rushed over to help.
"Let go of our captain, you brute!"
"We’re going to kill you!"
The members of Tiger Team each unleashed their killing moves on Ye Ming, showing no mercy whatsoever, with some even drawing short knives, planning to wound with weapons.
Seeing this, the people of Falcon Squad immediately felt indignant.
"Minister Yang, wasn’t this supposed to be a simple exchange of simulated combat? They actually brought weapons? What kind of behavior is this?" Wang Yating frowned, looking at Yang Tianxiong unconvinced.
She intended to have Yang Tianxiong call off the competition immediately.
Yang Tianxiong’s face showed embarrassment; he had not anticipated the opponents would be so despicable and shameless as to conceal weapons.
But the fight had already begun, and it was now completely impossible to stop it.
Falcon Squad was no match for them, Zhang Changyang had been defeated as well, and the only one who could protect Ye Ming was himself.
"I didn’t expect the people of Tiger Team to be so shameless. Once this is over, I will report it immediately!" Yang Tianxiong said.
Wang Yating sighed helplessly, looking at Ye Ming with a panicked face, even considering joining the fight.
The morale of Falcon Squad had just been boosted thanks entirely to Ye Ming; if Ye Ming were gone, it would greatly affect Falcon Squad, and Wang Yating didn’t want anything to happen to Ye Ming either.
At that moment, Ye Ming didn’t dodge or evade; he met them head-on.
He had also seen the sharp blades brandished by his opponents and scornfully said, "They say you’re shameless, with no bottom line, and today I truly see that for myself. A martial arts competition is just for entertainment and exchange, yet you actually want to kill?"
"Since that’s the case, don’t blame me."
He let out a cold laugh and, grabbing hold of Park Zhengmeng’s body, charged into the crowd.
Without a weapon, he simply used Park Zhengmeng’s body as a weapon, swinging it into the throng.
Screams were heard one after another from the crowd.
Park Zhengmeng cursed loudly, "Bastards, what are you using those knives for? You can’t hurt Ye Ming, but you hurt me!"
"Throw away the weapons right now; even if we lose, I can’t be injured!"
The members of Tiger Team did not dare disobey, and they hurriedly threw their weapons to the ground, heeding Park Zhengmeng’s words.
Immediately after, Ye Ming had already swung Park Zhengmeng’s body in a full circle and launched it at them.
The immense force made it impossible to catch head-on.
Thus, Park Zhengmeng’s body was fiercely slammed to the ground, rolling three times before coming to a stop, his face a patchwork of blue and purple, in total disarray.
He struggled to his feet, trembling with rage, "Ah-shi-ba, you really disappoint me, don’t you know how to catch me?"
"If I died, who would be your captain?"
Several teammates looked at each other, defending in low voices, "Captain, you came flying at us too fast; if we’d caught you, we would’ve been smashed to death!"
"You..." Park Zhengmeng hadn’t finished speaking when he spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell to his knees on the ground, passing out.
Ye Ming looked indifferently at the people before him and asked slowly, "Who else wants to come at me? Make it quick, I’m in a hurry!"
