Chinese brotherly friendship and respect three 請注意，由於任務要求保持原
ated with the doctor's instructions, eating well and getting enough rest. She diligently adjusted her health condition, becoming quieter but otherwise appearing completely normal as usual.Rong Yan was...Elder brothers are friendly, younger brothers are respectful three
Because of Ye Wei's one sentence, Mo Xiaobai and this group of troublemaking trainees were sent by Ye Wei to the main training ground in Zone 24. These twelve trainees were said to be strong individuals who had been poached from various places; the youngest was eighteen years old, while the oldest was twenty-three. In particular, the Indians and Europeans among them were tall with well-developed muscles, looking very powerful.
They were the kind of people that robbers would dare not attack on the streets. In contrast, Mo Xiaobai was just a youth barely reaching 1.7 meters in height, his slender build resembling that of a young lady's, with thighs thinner than others' arms. Everyone thought that regardless of who made the first move, Mo Xiaobai should be finished off with one punch; he indeed looked unthreatening and powerless, and his ambiguous gender appearance even made people somewhat dismissive.
The trainees in Zone 24 were startled, followed by those in Zone 25 and Zone 23. Trainees from other zones were also alarmed. Hundreds of them surrounded the main training ground in Zone 24, forming a tight circle.
There were three sons of the instructors for Zones 24 and 25, who came to receive training this time but were mostly trained separately by their instructor; rarely did they train together with others. They had only been here for three days and hadn't had a chance to showcase their abilities yet, but these young teens looked so slender and all had ambiguous gender appearances that made them seem youthful and fresh, thus often being underestimated.
The entire zone's trainees were secretly discussing the trio of brothers in whispers, curious about what kind of strength the instructors' sons possessed. Ye Wei and Eleven’s training methods were far more brutal than their previous instructor's.
Ye Wei was a tough coach; hence many trainees harbored resentment towards her. They longed to vent somewhere, and Mo Xiaobai happened upon them just in time; they would naturally choose him as the outlet for their frustration.
The other trainees watching the spectacle wanted nothing more than to see the instructors make fools of themselves.
Ye Wei had said that each one of them should take a turn, and if they couldn't kill Mo Xiaobai, then it would be their own demise. Of course, these trainees would put in all their effort; such a young boy could hardly have much strength, but they were also very curious about him.
Of course, most of the onlookers were from Zones 20 to Zone 30.
A number of trainees from Zone 7 and Zone 9 were also watching for entertainment.
However, they were there to watch the spectacle created by these strong individuals grown up in this secret agent island. Knowing Ye Wei and Eleven's backgrounds, Mo Yao had trained on the secret agent island with Eleven; their strength was something they had seen firsthand, so it wouldn't be wise for them to challenge Mo Yao.
Similarly, no one thought that Mo Xiaobai would be any less formidable.
The sun gradually set, and the atmosphere in the main training ground became intense enough to cook eggs. Everyone was whispering among themselves, while Ye Wei changed into a military uniform, standing casually in her instructor's position giving instructions.
"Listen up you bunch of useless rookies; he is your sole target, alive or dead." Ye Wei spoke with an extremely cold tone, yet she smiled flirtatiously. "Whoever has the ability to take him down will be allowed to graduate smoothly from here. But if all of you are knocked out, then I'll kill each and every one of you."
Ye Wei pointed at Indian man A with her teaching stick: “You, go first.”
...
Mao Yao was reading an original computer book in his dormitory when he noticed how unusually quiet it was today. There wasn't a sound on the corridor; Mao Chen rushed into the room. "Boss, why are you still here Hurry up to the training ground, Xiao Bai is engaged in a round-robin fight."
Mao Yao frowned and realized that he hadn’t paid much attention to Ye Wei's training methods. Mao Chen was agitated: “Boss, it’s a life-and-death battle, twelve people on the other side, all big guys... Hey boss...
Before Mao Chen could finish speaking, Mao Yao's figure disappeared from the room. Mao Chen quickly followed.
The two of them pushed through the heavy crowd at the training ground and upon arrival saw Mo Xiaobai grab Indian man A by the head with a lock-up move, although he dodged the vital points. Relying on his nimble moves, Mo Xiaobai delivered a powerful punch to his back, the force equivalent to 100 kilograms causing him to stagger. As he turned around to attack Mo Xiaobai again, the latter kicked out with a spinning leg kick that exerted nearly 200 kilograms of strength, sending the man crashing into the wall in the main training ground; no one heard the crack of his broken ribs due to the noisy crowd.
The match was over.
Everyone gasped.
No one could believe that a boy barely 1.7 meters tall had defeated an 80-kilogram man standing at 1.9 meters with just four moves. How formidable were his skills, completely看不出是一個少年。
Heaven, is he really fourteen years old
Ye Wei sneered and kicked Indian man A on the chest. She was a shrewd person and had heard the sound of breaking bones; she deliberately stepped on his chest with a smile that was gentle yet seductive: "I thought you were some big deal, but it's nothing much after all. Rookies are rookies, even my thirteen-year-old son can beat you. Why don't you go die and be reborn"
The man was already in great pain from lying there; Ye Wei kicked him away with a graceful posture: "F***ing annoying, continue, your turn."
The doctors at the base had already brought in a stretcher to take away the injured trainee.
European American A stepped up and threw a punch, but just as he did so, Black White Ink had swiftly fallen to the ground, wrapping his legs around the man's neck and grabbing onto his feet with both hands. He then forcefully pressed down with his legs, causing the other person to fall heavily.
Black White Ink flipped over and pressed him down, landing a punch on the man’s skull, knocking him out cold in one hit.
A single move was enough to take care of it.
This man had been a special forces soldier before; he was so easily taken down by Black White Ink.
"Oh my god, he's amazing! He truly lives up to being the son of the devil coach."
"What’s this move called"
"Who knows Close combat is all about results; there are no fancy moves."
"He’s too awesome…"
“In another few years, how amazing will he become…”
The man was unconscious. Ye Wei snorted, "Another trash can. Take him away!"
She pointed at a Chinese trainee and said, “It’s your turn.”
A Chinese trainee stood solemnly before Black White Ink, after the previous two rounds no one would look down on this delicate-looking young man; he was simply too terrifying.
Ye Wei whistled and clapped her hands. "You lot of rookies, where are your cheers Where’s your applause You’re all菜鳥s like him, don’t you have any confidence in yourself Can't you give this rookie a bit of encouragement"
"Look at how his leg is shaking; aren’t you ashamed to be seen with such a coward as your peer"
“Ladies, give him some applause…”
“Are you all mute”
Ye Wei's voice echoed loudly in the night air, filled with an indescribable sense of pride.
She had always been this proud.
No one knew that she was actually proud for her little son.
The several hundred菜鳥s watching were effectively rendered speechless; if they clapped, it would make them seem like girls, but not clapping only made Ye Wei’s provocation worse. Anyone would feel uncomfortable.
Eleven couldn’t help but chuckle.
A Chinese trainee turned a variety of colors as he charged forward with fury and shame; Black White Ink ducked down relying on his body type to dodge the attack, grabbed his opponent’s wrist, and the man felt a numbness in his arm before it snapped. He was thrown aside like trash.
Ye Wei smiled coldly. "Take him away…"
The round-robin match continued.
Continuously for ten people, in less than half an hour, Mo Xiaobai knocked them all down after receiving three punches, nearly losing their ability to act. The rookie trainees who came to watch the show and see the devil coach's son being beaten were pale-faced, not knowing how to express their shock and... admiration.
The opponent was a boy under 14 years old. Such a short, thin boy who could be blown away by the wind solved ten special agents at the level of special forces within half an hour.
How terrifying is this strength
Mosyao watched silently all along. He knew that Xiaobai had reached his limit. Today, after carrying heavy loads for dozens of kilometers in cross-country running, Xiaobai was already exhausted to the extreme. He hadn’t eaten much and even vomited earlier; under such a tired state, he challenged ten experts. Xiaobai had truly reached his limit.
If it were the best-conditioned Xiaobai, Mosyao wouldn't worry at all. But now that Xiaobai was in poor condition, he felt anxious but didn’t show much on the surface.
Only one American and one Chinese trainee remained.
Everyone could see that Mo Xiaobai had reached his physical limit. Yixi was somewhat worried but didn't let Ye Wei call it off. This was Xiaobai's pride, their pride; no one from their family would want to call it off in such a situation.
The American trainee D was over 190 centimeters tall and nearly ninety kilograms, with very sturdy muscles, packed with strength—a character that seemed hard to provoke. He gave Mo Xiaobai a punch as soon as he stepped up, full of vigor.
Xiaobai's strength was almost depleted; he barely dodged this punch. If it were earlier on, perhaps he could have dodged quickly, but now he couldn’t.
This person’s power was too great; one can't face him head-on.
Moreover, Mo Xiaobai truly didn't have much strength left to fight such a formidable opponent. He only wanted to finish this as soon as possible and win quickly. Trainee D's only advantage was his strength, but what was terrifying about him was how agile he was; all of his movements were very flexible.
During the exchange with Mo Xiaobai, he landed four punches on Xiaobai. The weight of those punches felt like a thousand catties, and when they hit Xiaobai's body, it made Xiaobai feel dizzy and disoriented. While they were exchanging blows, due to being injured, Xiaobai’s movements paused slightly; the other person punched him right under his chin, causing blood to spurt out of his mouth like a fountain, spraying across mid-air as he was thrown ten meters away.
Mosyao's pupils constricted, and his heart tightened. He wished that he could take this punch instead of Xiaobai.
Mo Xiaobai didn't get up after falling on the ground; seeing an opportunity not to be missed, trainee D struck Xiaobai a fatal blow with lightning speed.
Ye Wei shouted, "Xiaobai, get back up!"
The spectators were alarmed. Oh my god, no wonder they call her the devil coach. As her son was about to be beaten to death, she remained unmoved and only shouted for him to get up. How could she be a mother
Just as that fist was about to land on Mo Xiaobai's head—having already vomited blood twice, everyone thought Xiaobai had fallen unconscious—but suddenly his eyes opened. He slid across the ground with his agile body and slipped under the other person’s legs, kicking him in the groin area; the man cradled himself and let out a wail due to the impact. Mo Xiaobai quickly rolled over from under him and pressed him down on his stomach, cursing as he landed one punch.
Done!
"!" A few muffled curses echoed throughout the area; when combined, it wasn’t a small volume: "How ruthless is that"
"Yeah! How despicable!"
"Absolutely despicable!"
"How shameless!"
"To attack from under someone’s legs"
...
Mosyao twitched at the corner of his mouth, while Mocheng burst out laughing. Such a trick was something only Mo Xiaobai, who had no shame whatsoever, would use, or some agents who have faced countless life-and-death situations and are willing to do anything for survival.
Ye Wei raised her eyebrows; you’re truly a troublemaker, Xiaobai.
...
Moxiao Bai staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointing at the last person, "It's your turn!"
The world before him was nearly pitch black. Moxiao Bai bit down on his lower lip to stay alert; he couldn't fall asleep or else he would lose and be dead. His mother had said she wouldn’t help, so that meant she really wouldn’t.
He could only rely on himself.
The Chinese student C took a step forward. He was an 18-year-old youth who towered over Moxiao Bai and didn't have much muscle but looked very agile.
With a cold laugh, he took a large stride as if released from a bowstring and rushed towards Moxiao Bai. At this point, Moxiao Bai was already in a half-conscious state and couldn’t avoid the speed of an expert like him. He got punched once; Moxiao Bai suddenly hugged that person's waist. That person wasn't courteous either, slamming several heavy hits on Moxiao Bai’s back until he fell to the ground, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood as his entire internal organs felt as if they were tumbling.
When this person attacked again, Moxiao Bai had a feeling that death was imminent.
"Bai!" Mo Yao shouted fiercely. Moxiao Bai suddenly felt something in his heart and used his legs to trip the other man who hadn't expected half-dead Moxiao Bai could still attack him carelessly without being prepared.
This was Moxiao Bai's best chance. He rolled over, both of them rolling together with that person’s sharp fingers pressing directly on Moxiao Bai’s throat where he was stopped by Moxiao Bai, who was lying below while the other stood above in a brawl.
The man's eyes were full of killing intent.
Moxiao Bai suddenly felt his foot hit something. He moved his body and turned around during the struggle, releasing one hand. That person seized the opportunity to punch Moxiao Bai’s face mercilessly for four consecutive punches without a single one being a move that wasn't meant to kill.
Once again, Moxiao Bai spit out blood. Mo Yao was so anxious he rushed forward, but Ye Wei shouted, "Stop!"
Mo Yao didn’t dare make another move as Moxiao Bai’s hand touched something sharp in the sand. It turned out to be a frame for a pair of glasses with sharp edges. Gripping this plastic frame tightly, Moxiao Bai used all his strength and stabbed it deeply into his opponent's temple. A gush of blood spewed out, and that person fell heavily onto Moxiao Bai.
He was dead!
Almost at the same time, Moxiao Bai lost consciousness as well.
The surroundings were silent; no one dared to say a word.
A death had occurred.
This was a life-and-death battle. Either Moxiao Bai would die or that person would die; everyone could see that Moxiao Bai should have been killed by the other, but who knew the situation suddenly reversed.
Mo Yao ran over and angrily threw away the corpse while embracing Bai to help him up. He had a swollen face and was bleeding profusely, his body weak and limp as if he weren't breathing anymore. Mo Yao’s pupils contracted sharply; he quickly picked Moxiao Bai up and rushed towards the medical room.
You idiot.
The proud idiot who makes me proud.
Ye Wei kicked the corpse lying on the ground, who had already stopped breathing. No one among the students dared to say a word; it was a serious matter for an officer's son to kill someone.
Ye Wei laughed loudly and straightforwardly, "As you all saw, this is a fair competition. I didn't interfere, and such results were their voluntary choice. Life and death are predestined, no one can blame each other. You brats need to understand clearly that just because you're handpicked elites doesn’t mean you’re the greatest; when others look up at your nostrils in disdain, what do you amount to A bunch of good-for-nothings who still couldn't defeat my 13-year-old son in a round-robin match. He’s my least gifted child, and yet none of you twelve could defeat him. What right do you have to stir trouble here You should be subjected to training by me; if you die from it, that's what you deserve for your lack of ability. Do you understand clearly now From this day on, whoever dares to complain will choose one of my three sons; beat any one of them and I'll let you become our coach! Did you hear well, fools Brats!"
Ye Wei's voice echoed throughout the training ground, filled with an aura of dominance and arrogance.
If it was in the past, these students would think that this devilish coach was truly insane. Now they all felt she really was crazy; they had clearly seen that Ye Wei didn’t interfere at all when Moxiao Bai was about to be killed.
If she was so indifferent towards her own son, how could anyone else expect anything different wanted to give an opinion, including Baiye and Mo Xiaobai who usually didn't care about names.Everyone agreed that they should choose a cute and lovely name for her. Names like Yehui or Rongyan were...