Seeing these female soldiers striking their own people without restraint, Li Yang was furious.
She shouted sharply, “Stop right there!”
Her stern and commanding voice rang through the crowd, carrying a hint of intimidation.
Unexpectedly, the ones intimidated were the people from the cultural troupe. The female soldiers showed her no respect at all—they weren’t afraid of her in the slightest.
As those on Li Yang’s side loosened their grip, the arrogant female soldiers acted like victorious roosters—heads held high, tugging at the girls’ long hair, flaunting the posture of conquerors admiring their captives.
Zhang Qiaoyue, Zhang Xiaoman, and a few others seemed to have been kicked hard—they sat on the ground, unable to stand. Behind them, three female soldiers were still grabbing their hair, pressing down on their shoulders to keep them from getting up.
Li Yang hadn’t expected that even after collective training, some people still couldn’t rid themselves of the ugliness in their nature.
At this moment, she was like an atomic bomb ready to explode.
Fortunately, she had changed into a fitted training outfit earlier.
“All of you from the cultural troupe—step back.”
Her aura was overwhelming. The girls didn’t understand it, but it was what people called killing intent.
Except for a few who were being restrained while protecting the soda, the rest—knowing Li Yang’s temper—helped Chen Lili and quickly retreated.
In an instant, the center cleared out.
Li Yao hadn’t expected Li Yang to stir up so much trouble. Holding her soda, she happily dragged Cheng Miaoxin backward, hoping Li Yang would get beaten even more. That fool didn’t even realize where she was—how could she possibly fight them alone?
Li Yang’s gaze turned sharp as she stared at the female soldiers.
“Are you animals? Can’t you understand human language? You know dancers need to protect their hands and legs, yet you still dare to strike so viciously!”
“Is this how your commanders taught you? You learned all these skills just to use them against your own people?”
“Bah! Who’s your ‘own people’? You shameless women are disgusting. Are all the men outside dead? Why do you have to come into the army and ruin our comrades—”
Li Yang didn’t wait for them to finish.
She dashed forward in an instant, her right fist striking hard against one soldier’s ear. The woman didn’t even realize what happened before losing consciousness.
Without pause, Li Yang spun and delivered a flying kick, sending another soldier—who had been holding down Zhang Qiaoyue—flying.
Another soldier nearby was still gripping Zhang Xiaoman’s hair in a daze.
Li Yang turned and walked toward them.
She grabbed the woman’s right hand, staring at her like a hungry wolf.
Wang Hu, filming nearby, had somehow forgotten there was a fight. He even moved in for a close-up, squeezing through the crowd and crouching in front of Li Yang, deliberately capturing her domineering, life-and-death presence.
That single shot would later cement her reputation as a “war god,” becoming a legendary tale in the Northwest Military Region for years.
After capturing her fierce expression, Wang Hu casually left and returned to the dining table.
He had a feeling the fight wasn’t over.
Li Yang, like an emotionless executioner, twisted sharply—
and snapped the soldier’s arm.
The woman’s screams filled the air, but Li Yang didn’t even glance at her.
She calmly helped Zhang Xiaoman up and comforted her softly.
“It’s alright now.”
Seeing Li Yang like a divine savior, Zhang Xiaoman couldn’t hold back her fear and grievance any longer and burst into tears.
“Waaah… Captain! They bullied us!”
The female soldiers didn’t give them time to recover.
The leader cursed as she charged forward.
“Damn it, you bitch! Who gave you the guts to hit people on my turf?”
A tall, dark-faced woman lunged at Li Yang like a raging beast.
Li Yang pushed Zhang Xiaoman back toward the crowd and faced her without fear.
In her previous life, due to filming, Li Yang had trained in military camps for over two years. She had endured muddy trenches and bomb pits—how could she fear someone like this?
But the others didn’t think so.
Qian Shuangshuang was the strongest among them. Even against male soldiers, she held her ground.
This beautiful woman was doomed.
Qian Shuangshuang, with her bulky frame and rough appearance, had once been rejected by someone she liked—because he preferred beautiful women.
Since then, she hated pretty women.
Anyone beautiful without power or background would inevitably become her target.
And Li Yang—stunning beyond compare—was exactly the kind she would bully.
Though Li Yang seemed to know a few moves, that was all…
Against Qian Shuangshuang, she stood no chance.
Qian Shuangshuang’s fist cut through the air, aiming straight at Li Yang’s face.
Li Yang tilted her head at the last second to dodge—but the second punch followed immediately.
She frowned.
This woman clearly intended to disfigure her—first her brow, then her nose.
Just how twisted were these female soldiers?
Fine.
She wouldn’t hold back anymore.
Qian Shuangshuang charged like a brown bear. The delicate beauty seemed unable to withstand her assault, retreating step by step.
Seeing Li Yang being forced back, the opposing soldiers burst into laughter.
Just as Qian Shuangshuang thought Li Yang had nowhere left to retreat—
Li Yang moved.
She had already noticed the flaw: while Qian Shuangshuang’s punches were powerful, her lower body was slow and inflexible.
Understanding this, Li Yang narrowed her eyes, seized the moment, and shifted from defense to offense.
Instead of retreating, she advanced.
She turned her body sideways, lifted her leg, and bent slightly forward—
With a single kick, she sent Qian Shuangshuang flying.
As Qian Shuangshuang steadied herself and lunged forward again, Li Yang closed in.
She grabbed her left arm—
and executed a clean shoulder throw, slamming her heavily onto the ground.
Strike while the enemy is down.
Li Yang knew this well.
In the next second, she flipped over and pinned Qian Shuangshuang down, twisting her right arm behind her back and pressing it with her foot.
Then—
Left punch. Right punch.
Her fists rained down on Qian Shuangshuang’s face.
Everyone stared in horror.
Li Yang’s face was expressionless—she had no intention of stopping.
The entire scene fell silent.
No one dared to intervene.
People even held their breath, afraid that the slightest sound would draw the attention of this “killing god.”
One punch. Two punches…
Eighteen punches—each one landing squarely on her face.
The woman beneath her had stopped moving—no one knew whether she was alive or dead.
“That’s enough, Li Yang! Stop!”
Chen Lili was furious as well.
Hearing the command, the girls finally rushed forward and pulled Li Yang away, afraid she might actually beat the woman to death.
“You’ve gone too far! I may not be able to control you—but do you think the military command can’t deal with a group of soldiers like you?”
“Cultural troupe—let’s go!”
Seeing that the cultural troupe was leaving without even eating—and might report the incident—the female soldiers finally began to feel afraid.