assistirfilmes Chapter 15 - A Test of Strength—Zhuang Yan Takes on the Sergeant!
Chapter 15 - A Test of Strength—Zhuang Yan Takes on the Sergeant!
Chapter Fifteen: A Test of Strength—Zhuang Yan Takes on the Sergeant!
By mid-to-late February, the winter chill in the southeastern military district had not fully receded. Though spring was on the horizon, the infamous “false spring” had swept in, bringing another layer of fresh white snow across the training grounds. Yet, the cold was the last thing on the minds of the recruits.
“One!”
“Kill!”
“Two!”
“Kill!”
Sergeant Zheng Sanpao led the recruits through their daily combat training. Nine young men stood before heavy punching bags, their fists slamming into the leather with varying levels of force. Some hesitated. Some struck with intent. But none met the sergeant’s expectations.
Zheng Sanpao’s expression darkened.
“Punch harder!” he barked. “The enemy won’t fall over just because you nudge them!”
The recruits gritted their teeth and struck again. Among them, Zhuang Yan’s bag shook violently, his punches fueled by frustration and sheer willpower. Lin Yi’s bag, on the other hand, barely moved. Yet, the rhythm of his strikes was perfect. Controlled. Precise. Efficient. The kind of measured power that came not from brute strength but from true skill.
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Zheng Sanpao stepped forward, scanning the group. His eyes locked onto a particularly frail-looking recruit who barely made an impact on his bag. “You!” He pointed. “Get up. Step aside. Watch closely.”
The recruit quickly stepped away, shoulders tense. Zheng Sanpao took his place. Facing the punching bag, he exhaled sharply. Then—
“Kill!”
BANG!
His first punch landed like a gunshot, sending the heavy bag swinging wildly.
BANG!
A second strike, even heavier, followed by a third, the force of which rattled the metal chain holding the bag up. The recruits held their breath. Zheng Sanpao turned back to them, his expression stone-cold.
“Now that—THAT—is how you hit an enemy.”
The recruits swallowed hard.
“Again!”
Their fists met the bags with renewed force.
“One!”@@@@
“Kill!”
“Two!”
“Kill!”
Snowflakes drifted around them, but no one felt the cold anymore.
A collective gasp rang out. Before anyone could react, Zhuang Yan straddled the sergeant, fists flying.
“You wanted a fight? HERE IT IS!”
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
Recruits rushed forward, grabbing Zhuang Yan before he could land another hit. “Stop! Stop! You’ll get in trouble!” But he wasn’t done. He kicked at the dirt, still seething.
Yet—Zheng Sanpao just lay there, not angry, not retaliating, but laughing.
“Good.”
The recruits froze. Zheng Sanpao, covered in mud, grinning from ear to ear, pulled himself up. He wiped his split lip and looked at Zhuang Yan with something new in his eyes: Respect.
Then the military police arrived. Zhuang Yan’s stomach dropped as he felt his wrists being grabbed.
“Zhuang Yan, you’re coming with us.”
He barely had time to protest before he was dragged off to the military brig.
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Watching him go, Chen Xiwa looked panicked.
“Deputy Squad Leader!” he turned to Lin Yi. “They’re taking him! Shouldn’t we do something?!”
Lin Yi simply smirked.
“Don’t worry. For Zhuang Yan... this isn’t a punishment. It’s a beginning.”
Chen Xiwa blinked, confused.
Then, he saw something even more shocking.
Zheng Sanpao, wiping his lip, turned to Lin Yi with a wild grin.
“You want a turn?”
Lin Yi’s smile widened.
“Of course.”
And with that, a new match was about to begin.
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From the shadows, Miao turned to his aide.
“Call all the officers. This fight... is worth seeing.”