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Chapter 318 Military Spirit (Part Two)

Lu Erlang's heart shattered instantly!
"Who is Thirty-Seven?" Pei Feng asked again with a cold face.

Lu Erlang perked up, smiled, and stepped forward, placing the bamboo skewer in front of Pei Feng: "It's me. What a coincidence that we've run into each other today."

Pei Feng raised an eyebrow and suddenly laughed.

This is really great!
What you wish for comes true. Today, let's put Lu Erlang to the test and see what he's capable of.

Lu Erlang felt a chill run down his spine.

Pei Xuan took the bamboo sticks to find an opponent, registered them, and returned just in time to see this scene. Peeking over, she immediately laughed: "What a coincidence! It's the two of you fighting today. I'll have to watch the show closely later."

Within the Pei family army, everyone is brave and combative. They put in their all in every monthly martial arts exercise. They'll fight anyone, not just cousins, but even siblings. There are even couples who are both leaders in the army; they show no mercy and show no hesitation when they encounter each other.

Pei Xuan showed no concern for Lü Erlang. She first encouraged him a few times, then said to Pei Feng, "Don't be shy. Let these newcomers see what the real Pei family army looks like. Beat them to a pulp!"

Pei Feng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Lu Erlang: "..."

Pei Qinghe, seeing this scene, also laughed.

Shi Yan, who had come to join in the fun, silently raised the corners of her mouth.

Everyone else did indeed draw lots. Li Chi and Lü Erlang's opponents were specially arranged by Pei Qinghe. Pei Qinghe went to great lengths to "train" the two of them.

Come on! Let's fight!
Pei Qinghe is the soul of the Pei family army, and Pei Yun and Mao Hongling, who can stand alone, are both formidable figures. However, on the training ground, the person no one wants to encounter the most is Pei Yan.

Once Pei Yan starts fighting, she becomes exceptionally excited, like a mad tiger. There are very few in the entire Pei family army who can withstand her.

Li Chi had witnessed Pei Yan's bravery on the battlefield, but this was the first time he had faced her in the training ground.

Li Chi had made ample mental preparations, but when they clashed, he was still stunned.

Pei Yan charged forward like a tiger descending a mountain, howling fiercely. Behind her, a group of female soldiers brandished wooden swords and spears, shouting sternly as they attacked with ruthless brutality.

The battalion of female soldiers led by Pei Yan was mostly composed of women from the Pei family. They were the most diligent in training and the most fearless in battle. Although the Liaoxi soldiers were clearly taller, stronger, and more powerful, it was the female soldiers who fought like hungry wolves, while the Liaoxi soldiers were like helpless sheep, beaten without any power to fight back.

The cries of pain, "Ouch, ouch!" were incessant.

Li Chi was beaten the worst. Pei Yan grinned maliciously, brandishing her wooden sword and targeting Li Chi's groin. Li Chi was terrified, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and he inwardly groaned.

A wooden knife won't kill you, but if you take a solid hit, you'll inevitably suffer minor injuries. In just a short while, he had already taken two solid blows, and his leg was burning with pain.

Bang! Pei Yan suddenly threw a left punch, and Li Chi's chin was hit squarely by the force of the punch.

Some scoundrel took the opportunity to kick him, and the pain in his right leg caused him to lose his balance, resulting in Pei Yan kicking him to the ground. And then he never had a chance to get up again…

In battle, if the commander is "slain," defeat is practically inevitable. Pei Yan was utterly ruthless; after "slaying" Li Chi, she showed no sign of stopping, continuing to wield her wooden sword and beat the soldiers until they cried out in agony.

Even Pei Qinghe couldn't stand it anymore, so he blew his bamboo whistle, ending the match.

"Pei Yan's battalion has won!"

"Li Chi, do you submit?" Pei Yan asked, head held high and eyes slanted, her face full of disdain.

Li Chi smiled wryly, enduring the pain as he clasped his hands in surrender: "Miss Pei Yan is amazing, I, Li Chi, am completely convinced."

Pei Yan grinned smugly.

Yang Huai stood tall and proud. Watching from behind, Lü Erlang felt a chill run down his spine. The combat drill was incredibly brutal! Many soldiers were helped off the field, and some who had been severely beaten were carried off to receive medical treatment.

"Don't panic, the drills are using wooden swords and spears." Pei Xuan reassured them with a soft laugh, "No one will die. Our Pei family army has also prepared an extra amount of wound medicine."

Lu Erlang was not comforted.

The sparring matches proceeded quickly, with initial clashes followed by fierce fighting, and the outcome determined within about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. If the two sides were evenly matched and the fight became a stalemate, they would only be given an additional incense stick's time. The training ground was also spacious enough to accommodate three sparring matches simultaneously.

Soon, it was Lu Erlang's turn to take the stage.

Lu Erlang took a deep breath and ordered the soldiers to form ranks.

Pei Feng's battalion consisted mostly of teenagers, all of whom were direct descendants of the Pei family. Their young faces were full of vigor and the unique pride of the Pei family army.

The soldiers of Fanyang Army couldn't help but feel contempt. They were just a bunch of greenhorns, how powerful could they be?
Before Lu Erlang could give a proper address, he glared at everyone and said, "Everyone, perk up and fight with all your might. Don't lose too badly."

The soldiers nodded in agreement, but inwardly they all disagreed.

The sound of a bamboo whistle rang out.

The boys skillfully formed a battle formation, shouted in unison, and brandished their swords, spears, and clubs.

On the soldiers' side, the reactions varied, some quick and some slow, and they were scattered by the boys in a single charge.

Pei Feng and Pei Yan fought differently. He and the other four teenagers formed a battle formation and steadily advanced.

Before Lü Erlang could even breathe a sigh of relief, Pei Feng suddenly shouted, and the battle formation shifted at a dazzling speed. From above, one would see the young men and generals being divided into pieces, then gradually devoured.

Lu Erlang was surrounded by soldiers and held out until the very end. But he was in a terrible state of mind. He could only watch helplessly as the soldiers around him fell to the ground, "dying," one after another.

Pei Qinghe did not blow the bamboo whistle, but extended the battle time by the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

This tacitly allows Pei Feng to teach Lü Erlang a profound lesson.

Pei Feng grinned and continued forward, brandishing his sword.

He didn't rush to deal with Lü Erlang, and even deliberately let Lü Erlang go, focusing instead on beating up the other soldiers. The young man beside him was perfectly in sync with him, and quickly understood Pei Feng's intention, and they were of one mind to "kill" the soldiers.

One by one, the people around Lü Erlang fell down.

Lu Erlang could no longer contain himself. With a roar, he swung his sword and charged at Pei Feng.

Just in time.

Pei Feng sneered and parried with his sword.

Lu Erlang felt a tremor in his right wrist.

The next moment, the wooden sword was aimed straight at his chest! Lü Erlang gasped and dodged. Pei Feng swiftly changed the direction of the wooden sword, swinging it horizontally and slicing it across Lü Erlang's arm.

Lu Erlang felt a sharp pain in his left arm and swiftly swung his knife with his right hand.

Pei Feng parried again, followed by a flying kick with his right leg. Lü Erlang felt a sharp pain in his left leg and lost his balance. Pei Feng's blade came at his chest again, forcing Lü Erlang to retreat.

Then he was kicked again and fell to the ground, with Pei Feng's wooden sword pointing straight at Lü Erlang's throat.

"Brother Lü," Pei Feng smiled and bowed his head, "You flatter me!"

(End of this chapter)