Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The technique Ye Lingchen used was the grappling hold of the Martial Fist!
He easily nullified Wu Yueâs attacks and subdued him.
âThis is the result of 11 years of training?!â Ye Lingchen asked Wu Yue, giving him a condescending look.
âI, I...â Wu Yue dejectedly, at a loss for words.
âAnyone else still unconvinced?â Ye Lingchen eyed the crowd. At that moment, those who were on the verge of challenging him went silent, avoiding Ye Lingchenâs gaze.
âWith that, youâre already scared? Running away? Turns out it was praise to call you guys trash!â Ye Lingchenâs expression turned serious.
âWe are not trash!â shouted someone.
âWe are not trash!â
This time, all fifteen roared in unison with a booming voice.
âAt least thereâs still some fighting spirit!â Ye Lingchen nodded, âHowever this fighting spirit should not be spent on shouting. It should be used in training, and on the battlefield!â
âYou know why I said youâre all trash? Thatâs because you are lazy!â
Ye Lingchenâs gaze swept across their faces, âYou think that just because you start early and end late, training according to plan, itâs considered putting in effort? Wrong! Absolutely wrong!â
âTraining needs to show results. Your Martial Fist moves were not meeting standards. Every punch lacked power. Is this what you meant by training? Instead of wasting time like that, you might as well disband and head home early!â
Ye Lingchen was furious. The reason for his rage was due to watching them practice so casually.
Despite having fifteen people practicing, Ye Lingchenâs Martial Fist proficiency only raised to 20 percent. From that, one can tell how bad their mastery over Martial Fist was.
The scene went silent. Some were ashamed, some unconvinced.
âWhatâs the main objective of your training? Is it the training course? Training Time? Training intensity? None of the above!â Ye Lingchen said coldly, âItâs spirit! Itâs a personâs spirit!â
âYou were only completing the daily training like a machine. Even if you were given more time, you will not improve an inch. Isnât that the same as trash?â
Ye Lingchen looked at them, âThere are people from the same batch thatâs been chosen to enter the four special training camps right?â
Everyone nodded.
âIn the same batch, why did they manage to enter while you couldnât?â Ye Lingchen said ruthlessly, âCompared to them youâre the rejects, failures!â
Some started breathing heavily, some had their eyes reddened, but nobody spoke up.
âYou tell me, are rejected failures not trash?â
Nobody answered.
Everyoneâs faces were flushed red as blood rushed to their faces.
The humiliation was eating them up inside, making them extremely embarrassed.
âWhy did others manage to do it while we canât?â
What was once a comrade, would now look down on themselves from a higher place! As for themselves, why could they not stand above others?
âYou are too easily content! Are you proud of yourselves for becoming martial artists? Did you think that with such daily training that itâs already sufficient?!â
All of them were silent. Everyone was breathing heavily with reddened eyes.
âIâll ask you again. What is the purpose of your training?â
âI want to be the king of martial artists!â shouted Wu Yue, his eyes red.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI want to protect my country!â
âI want my family to be proud of me!â
...
All fifteen people spoke up one after another.
âWrong! All wrong!â Ye Lingchen shouted. âItâs for yourselves! The more you sweat, the less you bleed! If you donât train wholeheartedly, entering the battlefield... will cost you your life!â
Everyone, including Lin Ao and Fang Hong felt blood rushing to their faces, turning them red.
It may be due to the surrounding martial artist, or it could be his sudden inspiration. Ye Lingchen could not control himself but to pour forth with this potful of chicken soup for the soul for everyone...
âWe understand our mistake!â
Wu Yueâs body trembled, straining his voice and his face reddened as he shouted.
âWhatâs your mistake?â asked Ye Lingchen.
âTraining is for ourselves! Itâs not for missions but our lives! We need to pour in all our efforts wholeheartedly!â shouted Wu Yue while standing straight as a plank.
The rest were also showing an expression of utmost dedication, their eyes gleaming when looking at Ye Lingchen.
Ye Lingchen nodded, âGood! Only by raising your spirits will your training show results! Remember your dream to finish! You must always remember your current condition!â
âAffirmative!â Fifteen martial artists shouted in unison, their voice thundering.
Ye Lingchen coughed, then with an awkward expression took a peek at Fang Hong.
âThis is bad. Acting cool was fun, but now itâs a little hard to wrap up.â
Fang Hong threw a glance at Ye Lingchen, his face lit up with a smile, âItâs fine. Morning training is over. Go for your lunch.â
âChief Fang, we are not tired and wish to continue!â Wu Yue stood still on the spot.
âThatâs right, Chief Fang. Earlier I didnât put in all my effort during training. I wish to have another shot at it!â
The rest were also unmoving.
âWhat bullshit is this?! How will you have enough energy to train if you donât eat? All that talk about fighting spirit is nonsense! Food comes first!â Ye Lingchen scolded from the side.
âHahaha...â
Everyone immediately broke into bouts of laughter.
âWhat are you laughing about? Go get your food!â
âYes sir!â
The troop disbanded. This time, the way they looked at Ye Lingchen was filled with the utmost respect.
âChief Fang, Iâll be getting some food if thereâs nothing else.â Ye Lingchen got ready to leave.
Yet at that moment, Fang Hong exclaimed loudly, âYe Lingchen!â
âHere!â
Fang Hong looked at Ye Lingchen, smiling with satisfaction. âYouâre quite good! Your words are even more effective than mine now.â
Ye Lingchen scratched his head, âChief Fang must be joking. No matter how effective my words are, Iâd still have to listen to you, right?â
âDid you ever thought of becoming a martial artist?â Fang Hong looked Ye Lingchen straight in the eye.
âChief Fang, Iâve just entered university and have no such intentions for now.â
A fleeting look of disappointment flashed across Fang Hongâs eyes. He patted Ye Lingchen on the shoulders, âAlright. Whenever you wish to, just let me know. Go get your food.â
Lin Ao grabbed onto Ye Lingchen, âF*ck, you sure are something. First time I saw you I thought youâre quite the talent, and it is as I predicted! How did you come up with those words?â
âJust voicing out my feelings.â
âAmazing! No wonder youâre the top student of Capital University. Your words brought out the passion within me!â Lin Ao laughed out loud, then dragged him along to have lunch.
Fang Hong stood where he was, muttering away, âThe more you sweat, the less you bleed! Remember your dreams to finish! I need to have someone mark this down. This will be our troopâs motto in the future!â