“So, who wants to go against me?”
Mo Shangjun enunciated every word deliberately, her tone lazy and casual, as if she didn’t see them as a threat at all.
Yet, this single sentence successfully ignited an unimaginable fighting spirit in the silent recruits!
They did not want to quarrel with a woman, hence they had endured time and again, but Mo Shangjun’s contemptuous tone was like a sharp, tangible sword, forcefully piercing their hearts!
If it’s a challenge you want, who says we can’t rise to it?!
The veterans hiding behind the door couldn’t help but exchange glances.
“Reporting in, me!”
Xiang Yongming was the first to stand up, his gaze burning as it swept towards Mo Shangjun, his voice filled with a spirited defiance.
The next moment, the rest of the new recruits also stood up, their eyes ablaze as they stared at Mo Shangjun, their indomitable spirit fully kindled.
“Follow me.”
Mo Shangjun smiled slightly, her tone indifferent.
No sooner had she finished speaking, she took the lead and headed for the staircase.
Her demeanor was relaxed, one hand in her pocket, her steps leisurely, as lazy as a cat.
She seemed unthreatening, yet to the others, she had already reached the level of a formidable opponent.
Whether they were new recruits or veterans, seeing the situation develop to this point, they all followed.
A whole crowd followed Mo Shangjun’s lead to the parade ground near the dormitory building.
At this time, the parade ground was deserted, though occasionally people from other companies would pass by.
Those not in a hurry would stop to watch the lively scene.
Mo Shangjun and Xiang Yongming had just stopped when people from Second Company swarmed around them, forming a tight circle, most of them looking tense.
Especially the veterans.
The veterans had seen Mo Shangjun’s skills, but they had also witnessed Xiang Yongming’s prowess.
At this moment, they were undecided about the outcome.
However, no matter who won, it would be a significant problem.
If Mo Shangjun won, the morale of the whole Second Company would be affected; if Xiang Yongming won and Mo Shangjun found it embarrassing, who knew what means she might employ to deal with them.
Either way, it was not a welcome turn of events.
“How shall we do this?”
Mo Shangjun flexed her wrists, her tone flat, “Until one of us admits defeat.”
In a bout of hand-to-hand combat, rules are redundant; only by making your opponent truly accept their defeat can you leave him and everyone else without any grievances.
“Agreed.”
Xiang Yongming’s response was firm and resonant.
In that instant, his relaxed expression sharpened, revealing a hint of ruthlessness and danger.
He launched his attack preemptively.
A sweeping kick flew towards Mo Shangjun, but she smirked, shifted her body, and raised her elbow to effortlessly block it.
For that move, Xiang Yongming used seventy percent of his strength, enough to send someone flying, yet Mo Shangjun handled it casually.
Xiang Yongming, retracting his leg, looked at her again, his gaze now filled with caution.
This Deputy Company Commander Mo is really interesting.
She seemed to lack offensive power, but only those who had actually sparred with her could realize her almost terrifying strength!
Interesting.
Catching the curve of Mo Shangjun’s smile, Xiang Yongming too curled his lips into a smile, his competitive spirit thoroughly aroused, as he launched another attack at Mo Shangjun!
This time, the two didn’t separate immediately after clashing but quickly became entangled in a fierce exchange.
The new recruits had only been training in the recruit company for three months, learning hand-to-hand combat for a brief period, their understanding was superficial at best, managing only by following set routines.
Therefore, although their sparring was shocking to them, they couldn’t discern much technique.
But, it was different for the veterans.
They had spent quite some time on combat training, and numerous sparring sessions and experiences made it easier for them to distinguish the stronger from the weaker.
Mo Shangjun dealt with Xiang Yongming’s attacks with ease, not allowing Xiang Yongming to land a single blow.
However, on Xiang Yongming’s part, Mo Shangjun’s occasional counterattacks always hit their mark.
To onlookers, it seemed as if Mo Shangjun was toying with him.
As expected, it didn’t take two minutes for the outcome to become apparent.
Xiang Yongming was kicked to the ground, holding his chest with his hand, a cold sweat streaming down his temple from the pain, and he couldn’t get up for a while.
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No one stepped forward.
As long as Xiang Yongming didn’t admit defeat, no one could come close to interfere.
Of course, no one would say that Mo Shangjun was too harsh, to have struck so severely.
This was an acknowledged contest, and perhaps outside of this there might have been some grumbling, but in a military camp where only the strong survive, they could not entertain any grievances.
So, they focused all their attention on Mo Shangjun’s skills.
There was hand-to-hand combat training today, and although Xiang Yongming had only arrived a day ago, his ability to fight on par with a veteran in the afternoon’s training proved that his own strength was not bad.
And now, he was beaten by Mo Shangjun to the point of being unable to rise!
“I admit defeat.”
His face slightly pale, Xiang Yongming struggled to get up from the ground, but he uttered the three words with complete conviction.
Two new recruits came out to help him to the side.
Lai Liang had intended to find someone to take him to the medical room to be examined, but he gestured with his hand instead, enduring the initial pain and gritting his teeth to bear it.
In fact, Mo Shangjun hadn’t really been as harsh as she could have been; going to the medical room would have been making a mountain out of a molehill.
“Is there anyone else who wants to come up?”
Standing in the center of the encircling crowd, Mo Shangjun was calm and detached, her voice clearly carrying with her steady tone, falling into the ears of those present.
The new recruits didn’t make a sound.
At this time, more and more onlookers gathered around, mostly from other companies coming to watch the spectacle, discussing Mo Shangjun and Xiang Yongming animatedly.
“Get out.”
Mo Shangjun shot them a cold glance.
The frigid, merciless three words left everyone initially unresponsive, but soon enough the more astute ones realized, and they all turned to face the other companies’ spectators.
“Deputy Company Leader Mo, we are just watching, we absolutely won’t interfere?”
Realizing who Mo Shangjun was addressing, a veteran shouted out, his tone full of teasing and fearlessness.
“Which company?”
Mo Shangjun turned her head, her piercing gaze sweeping across, passing over several people in front, and accurately landing on that outspoken veteran.
Those standing next to the veteran all felt a chill, involuntarily stepping aside.
The veteran was left in an isolated and unsupported situation.
He looked at Mo Shangjun in a daze, feeling somewhat intimidated by her imposing gaze, and it was a while before he answered her question, “First company.”
“Go back and tell your company commander that I will pay him a visit tomorrow,” Mo Shangjun said nonchalantly.
“Are you planning to snitch?” The veteran’s tone held slight displeasure.
“No,” Mo Shangjun turned around, her voice indifferent, “I just want to tell him to teach his soldiers not to meddle in others’ affairs.”