novelDance of the Flying Swallow with Broken Wings
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Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Du Zhanpeng slowly retracted his right leg. He didn't do this because he wanted to show off his victory. Instead, he was scared about accidentally causing a misunderstanding with Qin Fen. That would just bring about even more troublesome matters.
Having taken back the leg that was about to unleash an attack, Du Zhanpeng squatted by Du Peng with great interest."The Phaseless Water Bird Fist's Dance of the Flying Swallow. Perhaps other people may view this move to be very powerful, but in my eyes, there is no difference between it and trash. I have long since said before that you do not have the qualifications to fight with me. Do not forget that I am the future heir to the Du Family. And you? You are nothing more than the product of a mistake left by my drunk father on the kitchen maid. Do not believe that just because your last name is also Du that you are my little brother. You don't have the qualifications!"
Du Peng's entire face contorted to look just like that of a demon from hell. His arms suddenly exerted with strength, as he wished to prop up his body. But Du Zhanpeng was a step ahead of him, extending a hand and pressing his forehead. He forcefully pressed Du Peng to the ground. The amount of mud that splattered up into the air from this strike was not few.
"Are you interested in fighting a round with me?"
Qin Fen's voice was very mild. The M134 Vulcan Cannon had already been tossed to the side. He who grew up at the lowest rung of society had long since been used to the sight of the variations in human relationships and exchanges. Qin Fen could maintain a level head when faced with any sort of situation.
However, today was different! Qin Fen could feel the signs of his own emotions losing control.
The surrounding recruits all looked at Qin Fen, baffled. The strength that Du Zhanpeng just revealed, though looked to be still in the realm of four-star and wasn't that of a five-star meteor level expert, would likely leave them defeated by his hands just like with Du Peng. The Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art was a martial art that not even money could buy!
When faced with such a person, Qin Fen actually wanted to challenge him? Could it be that he had gone mad?
Du Zhanpeng slowly stood up. He slowly shook his head and said, "Why are there so many people in this world who believe themselves to be infallible? Are you doing this for the sake of this trash? Let's not say that it's impossible for you to beat me. Even if you unexpectedly beat me, wouldn't he still be trash?"
"Qin Fen..." Du Peng, who lay in the mud, slowly propped up his body once more."You are my comrade, so don't take my place in fighting him."
"Okay, I will wait for you to beat him yourself."
Qin Fen squatted down with his body. He lent Du Peng's shoulder, letting him borrow his strength to get up once more.
"Beat me?" Du Zhanpeng shrugged his shoulders. Extreme contempt was filled and revealed within his smile.
To the side, Snake Head clicked his tongue over and over."This man called Du Peng really is tragic. The Phaseless Water Bird Art could be said to be an ultimate art, yet he ran into the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art. It is indeed tragic."
Big Rock whispered simply and honestly, "Why is it a tragedy that the Phaseless Water Bird Art has encountered the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art?"
Snake Head stealthily whispered back an answer."It is said that the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art is not only a first-class martial art. At the same time, it is a martial art that is specialized in restraining the Phaseless Water Bird Art. What do you think? Isn't Du Peng a tragedy?"
Qin Fen gently patted Du Peng on the back. He knew that the words Snake Head spoke were true in this way. The Phaseless Water Bird Art was an ultimate martial art, but it's very unfortunate for one of its practitioners to encounter the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art. Its starlight darkened such a case.
Du Peng leaned against the trunk of a large tree. The fight just now hadn't truly injured his body. It was just that this loss had been way too sorry. He was mentally dispirited. It looked like he had received some heavy trauma or something.
"I lost again..." Du Peng's words seeped with a depression that was indescribable. The callousness that his body normally gave off was now swept clean to nothing with his dispiritedness and depression.
Qin Fen didn't say a word. It wasn't necessarily a wise choice for him to speak words of comfort at a time like this.
Du Peng also grew silent, but Qin Fen slowly opened his mouth."Your fighting is seeped with a sort of constraint and depression. It isn't like the rumors say of the Phaseless Water Bird Art, free and at ease. Actually, sometimes when one truly faces all of one's self, one can actually let go a little."
A slight tremor ran through Du Peng's body. Qin Fen didn't continue saying anything. Urging someone didn't mean to chatter on and on without end. Sometimes this wasn't good. Sometimes an intelligent person was able to reach the greatest results through a few words.
After a short moment of silence, Du Peng's eyes flickered with something. It seemed like he had made a great decision. He spoke with the faintly dejected tone."You should've understood things from hearing what Du Zhanpeng said just before, right?"
Qin Fen gave a faint grunt of acknowledgment.
"It's true." Du Peng's tone suddenly carried an additional slight hint of freeness."I come from the Du Family. My situation is just as Du Zhanpeng says. Du Yu raped my mother when he was drunk, and so that's why there's me."
Du Peng took in a deep breath."I have never made an extravagant request before, even though I possessed the blood of the Du Family and can get special privileges. I just hope that my mother, who had me with Du Yu, can receive a bit of compensation and care. However..."
Du Peng's smile was filled with hate."A kitchen maid is still a kitchen maid. Instead, she was blamed for seducing the male master. Not a single member of that ice-cold family felt that they should do anything or compensate the kitchen maid. It was as if nothing had ever happened in the first place. It was as if everything was as it should be by right..."
"You are quite an oddity. How are you able to learn the Phaseless Water Bird Fist in such circumstances?" Du Peng asked himself with a bit of self-mockery."It really is funny now that I think about it. My mother begged countless times for me to be able to learn martial arts and was ruthlessly rejected each time. This lasted until one day Du Zhanpeng said that he needed an opponent to be able to obtain more practical combat experience. Therefore, I unexpectedly got a martial art. From the perspective of others, it was the supreme and ultimate art that money couldn't buy — the Phaseless Water Bird Art."
To the very end, Du Peng's hatred didn't lessen a single bit. On the contrary, it had increased quite a bit. It was just that it seemed like his mental load had lightened quite a bit by speaking out the matters that oppressed his heart.
Du Peng's spoke very slowly. At the very beginning, he spoke every word of his telling of the story with difficulty, as if each were weighed down by a thousand pounds. After he finished speaking of his circumstances, the majority of the other recruits had already finished their contests. Only a few remaining recruits were still tangled up.
The team of three consisting of Snake Head, Mute, and Big Rock had split apart due to the numbers they drew. Only Mute was able to escape the trash group. The other two people were very unlucky. They all lost at rock paper scissors, losing in a contest that was their opponent's strong point and their own weak point.
Mute, the only person to escape the trash group, walked to the drill instructor's side. It was unknown what he said, but he was divvied into the trash group.
Qin Fen got up and walked before the drill instructor at this time."I request to be added to the defeated group for training."
"Hehe..." The drill instructor chuckled as he looked toward Mute's direction. His tone was neither salty nor faint as he said, "I thought at first you were a bit clever. I never thought that you'd be an idiot who would become food just for the sake of loyalty. Since you really want to be abused, then I will help you. Just beat it to the trash group then."
Everyone waited a while, for there were still a dozen or so people who have yet to finish their contests. The drill instructor was already impatient. He yelled, "Okay already! Everyone stop! It's been so long, and you all have yet to finish your opponent. This is enough to say just how much of a piece of trash each of you are. All of you, enter the trash group."
In the end, Du Zhanpeng, Xing Wuyi, and that female soldier, as well as thirty other recruits became the victor group. The other sixty or so people were all struck down into the trash group.
"Excellent! We finally divided out those who are most trash and the trash who are barely worthy to be recycled." The drill instructor put his hands to his waist."In this place of mine, one is never fixed as trash. You utterly rubbish trash can challenge these thirty or so okay trash. If you win, you can swap places."
Quite a few people of the victor group had their expressions turn ugly. Of them, there was no lack of people who had relied upon drawing a good number. They had relied upon good luck to enter the victor group.
Quite a few members of the trash group became excited. Nobody came here for this training for the sake of returning back to their military camp and reporting to their own commanding officers that they had the great honor of joining the trash group.
"That is so great! Lastly, there are three more things." The drill instructor's leather boots heavily stomped on the stone beneath his feet. The crowd, which had a bit of an uproar just now, calmed down once more.
"The first. I want to introduce this island to all of you. I want to tell you why it's called Happy Paradise."
The drill instructor pounded his chest in a very flashy manner."It is because the soldiers who have come to this island for training can give me happiness. Whenever I abuse them, torture them, and train them, I will always feel that happiness. Therefore, I have given its name — Happy Paradise. As for the soldiers who have received training here, all of them intimately call it Devil Island."
"And me, I have been intimately called Satan by all the soldiers who undergo training here." The drill instructor's pair of azure eyes swept across all the recruits once more."Because I am very satisfied with being addressed this way, it has led me to forgot what my original name is called. Therefore, you guys can call me with that beloved name. You guys can call me Drill Instructor Satan."
Satan licked those lips of his, which were extremely moist yet not a single bit erotic."Let me tell you of a word that I disliked the most. Many people called themselves elite. I loathe the word elite. I extremely loathe it. I loathe the elite, and I loathe the prideful who believe themselves to be infallible. I loathe those who act like they are awesome wherever they walk. I loathe them very much. I utterly detest them! Therefore, when I heard that the training this time will be filled with so-called elite recruits, I told myself something. This time! I will certainly set a new record!"
The recruits all perked up their ears. They wanted to know what this drill instructor, whose performance didn't show that he was quite mentally sane from the very beginning, was thinking of doing.
"I want to create a record of the withdrawal rate of a hundred percent! I want none of you all to have the chance to last till the last day of the fixed training." Satan had a sinister expression. He had a crazy smile that was permeated with hysteria."To be able to reach this objective, I will not hesitate to use any method at my disposal! You guys need to be clear about something. This training camp of mine has a death quota! Fifty percent! The military region has given me the authority. I can train half of you guys to death. Therefore, if you don't want to die, there is still time for you to get the hell out of here."
A death quota. Only the truly elite combat troops would have this sort of special training quota. Ordinary recruit training wouldn't have the existence of such a quota whatsoever.
All sorts of expressions appeared on the faces of the recruits, one after another, when they heard these words. The atmosphere became exceptionally quiet.
Satan spoke out once more."Is face worth a damn when compared to your life? If you get the hell out of here now, you can still live. You don't need to have your father and mother shed tears because of your death. Don't look at the others. Comparing yourself with someone else is an extremely stupid thing to do."
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