Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 525: One Against a Group

Chapter 525: Chapter 525: One Against a Group

Wen Le looked at Li Feng with a pained expression. "Dude, are you for real?"

"Do I look like I’m joking?" Li Feng turned back to look at Wen Le, who fell silent. I’d rather you were joking. He followed Li Feng to the bedside.

"Dude, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, but you’re really asking for humiliation, slapping your own face. You don’t even have a fever!" Wen Le reached out to touch Li Feng’s forehead only to have his hand smacked away. "Cut it out, I know what I’m doing."

Wen Le rolled his eyes. "You know what you’re doing? You don’t even know what those guys are called, where do you get this confidence from?"

Wen Le looked at Li Feng. "You see the one who was just in your face? His name is Helian Ba; he’s from the Steel Division under the Jin City Guard. He enlisted only three years ago and quickly became a Reconnaissance Soldier from a recruit."

"And it’s said that he took first place in the City Guard’s martial arts competition. He’s from a Northwestern martial arts family, started practicing Kung Fu since childhood. Fist and foot techniques are his weakest points, too bad cold weapons are out of fashion now; his family’s Saber Technique is bloody impressive."

"Oh, you seem to know quite a lot." Li Feng looked at Wen Le.

Wen Le lifted his chin with pride. "Of course, it’s the information age now. Information is power. I may not have been here long, but I have firsthand information on all of these guys."

"And that big Han Dynasty guy who stepped up and said he could take ten of you, he wasn’t exaggerating or joking. He really can take on ten."

"His name is Shi Lei; he’s from Shaolin, with a body trained in Horizontal Hard Qi Gong. You see all that tendon and muscle on him? It’s as hard as a steel plate. He can break thick sticks instantly, stack ten bricks and smash them with one slap."

"With your physique, you’d hardly survive a slap from him." Wen Le spoke and glanced at the not-so-sturdy Li Feng, thinking about how the female head of the medical team could easily kick him several meters away. Clearly, he was bluffing.

"Forget those two; the rest are all exceptional talents. You must know that Blue Sword only recruits the strongest soldiers, so anyone with strength wants to prove themselves."

"And those who qualify to enter this training camp each year are one in a hundred elite from various units. We just got in through the back door, the paratroopers."

"Compete in physical fitness? You won’t stand a chance. Professional skills? Even less likely. This is not our home turf. Better to keep a low profile than show off and get struck by lightning."

Wen Le advised Li Feng earnestly.

"I’ve already made the statement; now if you’re asking me to take it back, I’d be slapping my own face."

"I was pulling you back, trying to stop you, but you had to go and do it."

"I got carried away in the heat of the moment," Li Feng said as Wen Le covered his head, knowing this was the case. Impulsiveness is the devil.

"Fine, there must be a way when the car reaches the mountain. We’ll deal with it then."

"Are you sure?"

In the regiment commander’s office, upon hearing a training instructor’s report, Li Yuncong looked up at him.

"Regiment Commander Li, could I make up such nonsense? I heard it outside our barrack’s door, Li Feng himself said it. He wants to challenge a group alone, betting on results. Whoever loses has to grant a request to the winner, even if it means kneeling and calling the other ’dad.’"

Li Yuncong gritted his teeth. "What kind of trouble is Li Feng trying to stir up now?"

"I think he just got provoked by a few words, and couldn’t take it. After all, they’re all hot-blooded young men, and if they don’t even have that fire, can they even be considered as men?"

"Keep a close eye on that kid for me."

The news of Li Feng’s challenge spread rapidly throughout the camp, and it didn’t take long for it to reach the medical office.

The plump-faced medic ran to their leader, Su Muyun. "Sister Muyun, I just heard some news outside. Do you want to hear it?"

"No, thanks."

Su Muyun flatly rejected Puffy Face, who, completely thrown off by Su Muyun’s unexpected response, had no idea how to continue the conversation.

"Li Nan, what kind of juicy gossip have you heard now? Spill it."

A medical soldier nearby spoke up.

Li Nan got excited, "Today’s news is absolutely explosive. That shameless guy named Li who’s been hanging around our camp for the past couple of days..."

"Yep, what about that scoundrel Li? Come on, out with it. Don’t leave us hanging." The medical soldier, initially indifferent, became eager upon hearing the words ’scoundrel Li,’ and looked at Li Nan, urging him to continue.

Su Muyun also lifted his head and looked over as Li Nan saw everyone’s expressions in the room: "Captain, didn’t you just say you didn’t want to hear it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Come on, just spit it out, I’m dying of curiosity here. Did that guy get a beating when he got back? I heard that the new recruits camp regards Li the Scoundrel as their common enemy, promising to give him a good seeing to if he dares to return."

Li Nan’s Puffy Face squeezed out two dimples and said, "No punches were thrown, but it’s even more explosive than that."

"Apparently, after that scoundrel Li got back, he was cornered in the barracks and subjected to a barrage of scorn and ridicule. He got so hot-headed that he challenged Helian Ba and the rest to a one-on-one duel."

"Oh, oh."

"He wants to take on a group by himself? What a joke. Does he think he’s Living Yama? With his physique, our captain could send him flying more than three meters with a single kick, and yet he wants to fight these guys?"

"I think he’s just trying to find his way back to our medical room."

"No, no fighting."

Li Nan shook his head.

"Not fighting? Then what kind of one-on-one duel is it?"

"Assessment scores. Li Feng said he wants to compete with them in the upcoming weekly exam scores, and the loser has to agree to a demand from the winner."

"Oh?"

"It’s said that as long as it’s not murder or arson, he can even make the loser kneel and call him ’Daddy,’ that’s directly from Scoundrel Li’s mouth."

"Really? For real?"

"Of course it’s real. And Li Feng did say he’d take on the group, right? It seems like in the training camp, everyone counts, except for that useless fatso."

"This guy is doomed, truly doomed. As a paratrooper, I don’t know where he’s getting this courage, daring to compare results with Helian Ba and his people. He’s really just asking for a slap in the face."

Li Nan’s Puffy Face sighed, not even questioning the outcome, which was crystal clear.

"Tsk, this Li the Scoundrel, you’d say he’s smart, he was smart enough to provoke the new recruits to challenge Living Yama, even arrogantly thinking he had the upper hand. Now, he’s just got a hot head."

"In my opinion, he’d be better off just getting beaten up by Helian Ba and his bunch. This bet has probably spread throughout the Guard Camp by now. If Li the Scoundrel really plays dirty, ha, he’ll be utterly despised."

"But with his shameless face, his skin’s probably thicker than the city walls. Who knows, maybe he doesn’t care."

"Heh, then let’s have our captain go over there and give him a look of disdain, let him decide for himself."

"Ha, I think that’s a good idea."