A year ago, among the Dragon Group, Death was the most popular warrior.
Because of his peerless martial arts, because of his ruthlessness towards his enemies, and even more because of his protection of his brothers.
There is not a single member of the Dragon Team that he has taken care of who has not been conquered by his charisma.
The excitement of these old members infected Ye Xiong.
If it weren't for last year's demon hunting operation, maybe he would still be together with this group of friends, fighting for the safety and honor of China.
The big man Hu Biao was knocked off the stage by Ye Xiong. After a while, he regained his breath, stood up and shouted: "Who are you, and why do you want to break the rules of the competition?"
Ye Xiong's eyes were like lightning, and they fell hard on the big man Hu Biao, releasing a powerful murderous aura.
"Are you fighting with your brother, or are you fighting with the enemy? He has already admitted defeat, and if you still don't let him go, are you a member of the Dragon Group, or a murderer who commits all kinds of evil?"
The big man was stared at by him and felt a lot of pressure. He didn't dare to be crazy anymore and said weakly: "The chief said that the ultimate goal of practicing martial arts is to knock down the opponent at all costs. He said that you can use weapons and kill the enemy like on the battlefield.
Likewise, only when people are on the verge of despair can they unleash their greatest fighting power."
"Fart." Ye Xiong roared.
"Chief, he said you farted."
The big man Hu Biao knew that Ye Xiong was not easy to mess with, so he directly brought the fire to the leader. He didn't believe that with the support of the leader, the other party would dare to be crazy.
"What he said just now is my ancestral knowledge. Real masters are created by fighting on the battlefield. You can't train real masters with bare hands and small fights." Long Zaitian said coldly, with his hands behind his back.
say.
"It turns out it's not him who farts, it's you who farts."
When Ye Xiong thought about the Dragon Team being trained by this guy into a group of walking zombies without souls, without partners, only with missions and cold-bloodedness, he felt indescribably angry.
"Although Long Tianya is a confused old man, he at least understands and pities his subordinates and has some humanity. But you are basically a war machine. Compared to Long Tianya, your ability as a leader is far inferior."
What is the most taboo thing about being an airborne officer?
It means that others compare themselves with their predecessors and say that they are far inferior to their predecessors.
Ye Xiong's words directly touched Long Zaitian's bottom line.
"presumptuous."
The roar of a tiger and a wolf made everyone in the audience shocked.
Long Zaitian stared at Ye Xiong and shouted angrily: "Look at the bunch of soft persimmons around you. Which one looks like a soldier? He likes to be clingy when encountering problems. Do you still have the blood of a soldier? I just want to
If they don't train properly, how can they go out and perform their missions?"
"Being kind to your own people does not mean being weak. If you think that only through fighting can you train the strongest subordinates, then your vision is too short-sighted. I have never fought with my companions. Do you think that I am too short-sighted?"
Is it a soft persimmon?" Ye Xiong said.
"The instructor has never fought with his own people. Who dares to say that he is a soft persimmon?"
"Who doesn't know that the instructor is the number one expert in the dragon group?"
"The instructor said it well."
A group of old Longyuan members seemed to have been suppressed for a long time, and now they all burst out.
"Let me see what you, the rumored top master of the Dragon Group, are capable of."
After Long Zaitian finished speaking, he jumped onto the fighting field and said coldly: "If you have the guts, come up and fight with me."
Ye Xiong originally didn't want to take action, but the opponent was forcing him to this extent. If he didn't take action, the brothers in these dragon groups would not be able to hold their heads high in the future.
It's okay to lose, but you absolutely can't refuse to fight.
"I also want to see how powerful the Chinese God of War is in the rumored army."
Ye Xiong jumped up and stood in front of Long Zaitian, staring at him.
Off the field, there was an explosion of excitement, and everyone gathered around, extremely excited.
On one side is the Chinese God of War, who is known as the number one expert in the Chinese Army; on the other side is the former number one expert in the Dragon Team, the God of Death known as the Death Harvester.
Both of them are famous figures, and this battle will definitely be earth-shattering.
Some people even called and asked other team members to come and watch.
In less than a few minutes, countless Dragon Team members rushed over and surrounded the entire fighting arena, preparing to witness the battle between these two masters.
Long Zaitian put his hands behind his back and stared at Ye Xiong coldly, with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Don't say that I'm bullying the younger ones, as long as you can survive five minutes without losing, I'll count you as the winner," Long Zaitian said.
"Are you still shameless?" Ye Xiong had a mocking look on his lips.
"You are in your prime, you have practiced internal energy for at least ten years more than me, and you are infinitely stronger than me in fire. Among masters, even if the difference is only slight, you can tell the difference within three or two minutes. You might as well not give in at all.
never mind."
"What do you want?"
"If you can defeat me within two minutes, you win." Ye Xiong said.
Although it was only two minutes, Ye Xiong didn't have much chance of winning. After all, Long Zaitian was the number one master in the Chinese army. Before he was born, Long Zaitian was already famous throughout China. Now after so many years, his Long Zaitian
He doesn't know how far he has practiced Xuan Nei Gong. If he thinks that he can defeat a generation of war gods at the age of more than 20 years old, that is a fantasy.
"Two minutes, then I'm looking down on you, three minutes." Long Zaitian raised three fingers.
"If you look down upon it, look down upon it. I don't care, just two minutes." Ye Xiong refused to give in.
"A compromise, two and a half minutes." Long Zaitian said.
"Okay, then two and a half minutes."
"Since it is a competition, there must be bets. If you lose, you will return to the dragon group to serve the country; if you win, you will be free from today on. I will never force you to enter the dragon group again. Why?
Sample?"
"This is exactly what I want to say." Ye Xiong said.
What he was most worried about when he came this time was that Long Zaitian forced him to return to the Dragon Group. In this case, he would not be able to stay in Jiangnan City and live a free life with a group of beauties around him.
Now that he has proposed this bet, it is exactly what he wants.
This battle can only succeed, not fail.
This is a major matter related to the sexual well-being of his lower body and must not be taken lightly.
"Then we will make an agreement."
General Long Zaitian took off his military uniform, threw it into the hands of a close soldier on the field, and said, "Xiao Zheng, come and see the time."
"Yes, Chief."
Xiao Zheng took out a chronograph, reset it to zero, and said, "Have you started yet?"
"start."
As soon as Long Zaitian finished speaking, the entire arena suddenly felt a surge of air, as if a wind was blowing.
The coercion spread instantly, and everyone around them retreated a few meters.
At the same time, the fist in his hand contained a torrent of punching power, rolling over him like a mountain bearing down on him.