The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 287 - 282: You can’t even last half a move! (4)_2

"Old Han, how can you say something like that?" The elderly man in the military uniform was astonished. He never expected that a man of Han Rongguang's status would dare to speak so bluntly.

"Why can't I? Old Liao, you know full well what your Liao faction is made of, so I'll leave it at that! I don't want to say too much, but for me right now, nothing is more important than escaping last place! On that basis, if anyone dares to sneer, use underhanded tactics, or even obstruct us, don't blame me for dropping all pretenses. The Liao Family may not care about the Northwest Military Region's reputation, but I, Han Rongguang, cannot!" Han Rongguang finished, his face grim and his tone as sharp as nails.

The mere fact that the Liao Family wanted to install Liao Yuanhang as an instructor had already filled Han Rongguang with bottled-up resentment. Now, with the arrival of the young Grandmaster, Qin Fan, Liao Yuanhang still dared to cause trouble. If Qin Fan really threw in the towel and returned to Jiangzhou because of this, Han Rongguang would feel murderous!

Under these circumstances, he no longer cared about tearing down all pretense!

"The person so highly regarded by Chief Han... I wonder if he would care to exchange a couple of moves with me?" a middle-aged man in casual clothes suddenly said with a smirk, just as Han Rongguang finished speaking.

Exchange a couple of moves?

Han Rongguang immediately turned toward the source of the voice. When he saw the completely unfamiliar face, however, anger surged in his heart once more.

The Liao Family... what the hell are they playing at?! Just bringing any random person in here?

"Old Liao, speaking of explanations, don't you think you owe me one?" Han Rongguang said, turning to the old man in the military uniform with a sullen expression. "Since when can people be brought in here so casually?"

"Haha," the middle-aged man in casual clothes laughed, shaking his head. "Chief Han, please don't misunderstand. I was originally invited by Old Liao to be the instructor, but I didn't expect you to have already chosen someone. Later, I heard the Liao Family's third young master ran into some trouble here, so I simply accompanied Old Liao to have a look. So, Chief Han, do you need me to help test the caliber of this new instructor? I may not be much, but I am a Martial Artist at the Middle Stage of Dark Energy. I rarely involve myself in the affairs of the Martial Arts World, having already retired to a quiet life. But I owed Old Liao a favor, and since it was only for a month, I agreed to his request. I didn't expect... haha... well, let's not talk about it!"

Huh? So there's more to this story?

Han Rongguang paused. Only then did he recall Liao Yuan mentioning something similar, but he hadn't paid it any mind. He had assumed the Liao Family wanted to push Liao Yuanhang for the position. He never thought it was all a big mix-up!

But regardless of whether it was a mix-up or not, now that the Northwest Military Region had Qin Fan, what did they care about some Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner?

"I don't think that will be necessary," Han Rongguang said, his expression softening as he shook his head with a faint smile.

On one side, a Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner. On the other, the young Grandmaster who killed Lan Xiaosheng. Spar? Isn't that just asking to be humiliated?!

Han Rongguang had offered him a way out, but the old man in the military uniform refused to take it.

He snorted coldly. "Chief Han, a little sparring won't hurt, will it? This concerns the upcoming martial tournament, after all. Our Northwest Military Region has been dead last for six years. While there's certainly a problem with our elite soldiers' strength, the instructor is undoubtedly a crucial factor. If there is a better option, we can't just miss it, right?"

But before Han Rongguang could respond, Qin Fan spoke up. He glanced at the middle-aged man in casual clothes, shook his head slightly, and said with a faint smile, "You're not good enough."

"Arrogant! So sharp-tongued at such a young age!" The old man in the uniform radiated authority as he snorted heavily at Qin Fan. "Whether you're any good or not... well, a mule or a horse, we'll only know when you're put to the test!"

"Old Liao, haha, no need to get angry," the man in casual clothes said, placating the old man. He then turned to Qin Fan. "Young man, regardless of whether you are capable, a brief exchange can't hurt. We'll keep it light. What do you say?"

"You won't last two moves," Qin Fan stated flippantly, without a moment's hesitation.

Won't last two moves? He, a Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner, wouldn't last two moves against a teenager? What a joke! Does this kid really think he's at the Dark Energy Peak, or even a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm? Is that even possible?

Just as the middle-aged man was stunned by Qin Fan's arrogance, Qin Fan uttered another sentence that nearly made him cough up blood. "Forget two moves. You won't even last half a move."

At this, the old man in the uniform let out a derisive laugh. Looking at Han Rongguang with a hint of ridicule, he said, "Old Han, is this the instructor you found? Let's put his age aside for a moment. How arrogant can a person be? He claims a Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner can't even withstand half a move from him. I doubt even someone at the Dark Energy Peak would dare make such a boast! A kid like that... do you really think he can pull the Northwest Military Region out of last place? What if we lose even more miserably than before? Aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"

"Old Liao, if anyone becomes a laughingstock, it will be me! You, sir, certainly won't be dragged into this vortex of shame," Han Rongguang retorted with a dry chuckle, shaking his head at the old man's mocking tone.

"Young man, for Chief Han to have invited you as an instructor, I'm sure you possess some strength. But take a piece of advice from me: being so arrogant at your age is not a good thing. Come on. Whether it's two moves or half a move, let's see what you've got. How about it?" The middle-aged man didn't take the argument between Han Rongguang and the old man to heart; it had nothing to do with him. He simply wanted to test for himself just what this young man was made of. That was all.

"Fine, have it your way," Qin Fan said, taking two steps forward with his hands still in his pockets.

"Good!" the man in casual clothes replied with a grin. The moment the word left his lips, his aura sharpened, and he lunged toward Qin Fan.

"Don't hold back. It will only make your defeat more pathetic," Qin Fan said, shaking his head as he watched the man charge toward him in what looked like slow motion.

"Fine! As you wish!" the man replied in a deep voice, his body now fully in a combat stance. His aura flared once more! Clenching his calloused knuckles into a fist, he charged viciously toward Qin Fan!

"Hmph. Ignorant and fearless. Arrogant and conceited," the old man in the uniform scoffed derisively, seeing Qin Fan stand his ground with a calm smile.

In response, Han Rongguang and Ye Jiguang couldn't be bothered to even look at him.

Ignorant? Who was the truly ignorant one here? Did a Grandmaster need to fight to the death against a Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner? What a joke!

PAK!

The next moment, just as the middle-aged man's advancing fist was about to land, Qin Fan's right hand shot out of his pocket. It opened into a palm and swiftly enveloped the large fist!

The crisp, muffled sound echoed as the man's forward momentum stopped dead. With his fist caught in that palm, he couldn't advance another inch!

"This—!" An expression of utter disbelief flashed across the middle-aged man's face.

The single word escaped his lips as he instinctively tried to pull his fist back, only to find it clamped tight. He couldn't move forward, nor could he retreat!

At the mercy of another! The phrase surged through his mind. A proud Middle Stage Dark Energy practitioner... completely at the mercy of a teenager?

Just as overwhelming dread began to flood the man's heart, Qin Fan spoke. The corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile. "I told you. You wouldn't even last half a move."

As he spoke, True Qi surged through him. The palm gripping the man's fist extended as a majestic, vast wave of True Qi erupted outward! With just a slight shrug and tremble of his hand, Qin Fan sent the energy pulsing forward.

In the next instant, the middle-aged man was sent flying, tumbling through the air like a kite with a snapped string before crashing to the ground several meters away.

THUD!

Dust kicked up into the night air.

The seventeen soldiers stared, completely dumbfounded.

The old man in the uniform had a look of utter shock on his face.

Han Rongguang and Ye Jiguang, however, simply shared a knowing, amused smile. This was exactly what they had expected.