Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, but it was like a thunderbolt exploding in Leng Feng's ears.
The veins on Leng Feng's forehead stood up, his facial muscles twitched, and his chest heaved, as if there was raging anger surging within.
Leng Feng was born into a military family and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. With his background, he can definitely enter the military academy and directly work in the government after graduation.
But he resolutely chose the most difficult path.
In the first year after joining the army, he overwhelmingly won the fighting championship in the army competition and was selected to become a member of the Eastern Excalibur. After that, he won many miraculous achievements.
A young man who succeeds in his ambition will inevitably feel proud and arrogant.
Hearing Mark's words at this moment, he was furious and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, how dare you look down on me?"
"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just seeking truth from facts!"
Ye Fan's tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was stating some fact.
But the more indifferent he was, the angrier Leng Feng felt in his heart, as if he had been greatly insulted.
"Hmph... Such a loud tone, so arrogant!"
Leng Feng shouted sharply, with a dark light blooming in his eyes, staring at Ye Fan, and said: "Who the hell do you think you are, dare to talk to me like this? You are simply looking for death!"
Suddenly, the artilleryman next to him couldn't help but yelled: "Leng Feng, don't be rude! Military orders are like mountains. Since Brother Fan is the chief instructor appointed by the commander, how can you be disrespectful to him?"
"Cannon, where can I get a piece of shit like you to talk to me here?" Leng Feng said.
"Who are you calling a waste?!"
Cannon was furious, his fists were clenched, and the muscles in his arms were tense, like copper poured into iron.
"Have you forgotten the scene when I beat you to the ground six months ago? If you are not convinced, I don't mind giving you another severe lesson!" As he said that, Leng Feng stretched his body, and his whole body was shaking with thunder.
"boom!"
The next moment, with him as the center of the circle, the solid aura of a strong man spread in all directions.
Cannon felt a tightness in his chest, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him, and his face became even more ugly.
Although Can Pao felt aggrieved, he also knew that he was no match for Leng Feng. If there was a conflict, he would be the unlucky one.
In Sword of the East, competition between team members is not prohibited.
As long as no one is killed, the superiors won't care and will turn a blind eye.
Seeing Cannon swallowing his anger, Leng Feng let out a burst of unbridled laughter and continued to challenge: "Ah ha ha ha... trash is trash. If you pick anyone here, he is better than trash like you!"
"Leng Feng, don't be too proud! I'm no match for you, but Brother Fan can easily defeat you with just a move of his hands!" Cannon said loudly.
In the field, only Huapao and Pei Wu knew how powerful Ye Fan was.
When he was in Jinling, he faced powerful enemies such as the traitorous Night Owl, the Koga Ninja, and the leader of the Shingon Sect. It was Ye Fan who showed his power and turned the tide with his invincible appearance, killing all the powerful enemies and finally regaining the Buddha's top bone relic.
However, because that operation was a national secret and involved sensitive issues such as Ye Xiao's betrayal and Japanese spies, other members of the Eastern Excalibur did not know the inside story.
…
"cut!"
Hearing Cannon's words, Leng Feng curled his lips, turned to look at Ye Fan, and said disdainfully: "Boy, if you are so powerful, why don't you accept my challenge? Are you afraid?"
The military worships the strong and has always respected strength.
Leng Feng's words immediately pointed the finger at Ye Fan, pushing him to the forefront of the storm.
If Ye Fan refuses, it will be equivalent to cowardice. He will have difficulty convincing the public in the future, and he is not worthy of the position of "chief instructor". He will only be ridiculed and become a laughing stock.
Facing this questioning, Ye Fan looked as usual and said calmly:
"There is no rule without rules! As the chief instructor of this assessment, I am your superior. You must obey my orders! If you are dissatisfied now and want to challenge me, then tomorrow there will be Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu, Ma Liu, and I
Aren’t you going to be extremely busy?”
"Boy, what you said is very high-sounding. In the final analysis, aren't you afraid?" Leng Feng said.
At the same time, the members of the Eastern Divine Sword in the rear were obviously dissatisfied with Ye Fan's answer, and they all shouted:
"Brother Feng is right, this kid is definitely talking about him because he is a coward!"
"Hmph! A little-known boy wants to be our immediate boss? I'm the first to refuse!"
"Why bother with him? Anyway, I just listen to Brother Feng!"
For a moment, the situation inside the venue became turbulent.
These members of the Eastern Divine Sword are all arrogant and unwilling to be inferior to others.
If Ye Fan doesn't solve it immediately, he may become a mere commander.
Seeing this noisy situation, Ye Fan frowned and shouted:
"That's enough! What's more, this is a battlefield, not a vegetable market! The duty of a soldier is to obey orders! What do you look like? You are worthy of being a member of the Eastern Excalibur. You are clearly a group of ruffians!"
Faced with this rebuke, Leng Feng smiled contemptuously and said, "Boy, we won't be convinced if you don't give us an explanation today!"
This posture was obviously to force Ye Fan to confront him, so that he could take the opportunity to embarrass Ye Fan.
But the more he behaves like this, the more reluctant Mark is to let him get his way.
"Okay! If you want to explain, I will give you an explanation!"
Ye Fan said, took out a token from his pocket, and asked loudly: "Do you know this?"
…
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The next moment, the eyes of everyone in the venue were all focused on Ye Fan's hands.
Looking from a distance, the token was neither gold nor jade, and it was made of unknown materials. Four iron-painted silver hooks were engraved on the surface, and powerful large characters——
Eastern Divine Sword!
Between the strokes of the pen, there is a domineering aura, like an unsheathed sword, its edge is exposed, as if it is about to be snatched out of the token.
For a moment, Leng Feng and the other team members felt as if they had seen something incredible. Their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electric shocks. It was as if a pair of invisible hands had pinched their hearts so hard that they were about to suffocate.
"How... how is it possible? Boy, are you -"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Fan interrupted directly: "Leng Feng, now...are you convinced?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the venue tensed up their bodies at the same time, raised their right hands high, and performed a uniform and perfect military salute.
However, they were not saluting Ye Fan, but saluting the token.
On the first day they entered Dongfang Shenjian, they were conveyed a supreme instruction——
Seeing an order is like seeing a leader!
This token symbolizes the supreme authority of the leader.
Those who hold the token are like the imperial envoys holding Shang Fang's sword in ancient times, as if I were here in person.
It is no exaggeration to say that now Ye Fan can fire Leng Feng and others with just one word.
There was silence in the venue, no sound, a deathly silence.
Ye Fan did not speak, Leng Feng and others still maintained their saluting postures, as if they were petrified and did not dare to move at all.
Their vests were completely soaked with cold sweat, and a biting chill surged from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Cap.
As early as before, there were rumors within the organization that the leader of the Po Army had given this token to an outsider.
But they never expected that the young boy in front of them would actually be the owner of the token.
Such a status is definitely not comparable to that of a mere chief instructor.
At this moment, no matter how much dissatisfaction Leng Feng and others felt, they could only endure it and did not dare to contradict Ye Fan again.
…
"Stab it!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan's gaze shot out like a sharp blade, scanning the whole place, and said calmly: "Let's finish the ceremony."
After hearing this, they dared to put down their right hands, restrained their previous arrogance, lowered their heads one by one, and did not dare to look at Mark.
"As the chief instructor of this assessment, I hope that everyone will completely obey my orders! Do you understand?" Ye Fan asked.
"clear!"
"clear!"
"clear!"
Everyone said in unison.
"Okay! Let's break up!" Ye Fan stopped talking and turned around to walk towards the distant camp.
At the same time, Leng Feng's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit, and his body was trembling.
Others came closer and lowered their voices and asked: "Brother Feng, that boy is too arrogant! Is the leader of Pojun so stupid that he gave him the token?"
"Hey... what should we do next? Do we really recognize him as the boss?"
"It's too frustrating to let him dominate us!"
Suddenly, Leng Feng seemed to have thought of something and whispered a few words in their ears.
After a while, everyone's eyes were filled with tears and they screamed:
"Brother Feng, I really have you! This move is too high!"
"Hahaha... As expected of Brother Feng! If you do this, you will definitely make that kid look embarrassed in public!"
"When the time comes, let's see if he can still smile!"
Leng Feng looked at Ye Fan's leaving figure from a distance, clenched his fists, and thought to himself: