Chapter 57 Chapter 57 (2/2)
He took off his shoes and jumped into the ring barefoot. He had already used his thoughts to change his clothes. Grey t-shirt and black shorts. It was the most commonly seen Guardian training attire.
The two faced each other. Duan Wen had also changed into the same clothes, but his appearance paled considerably compared to Song Qinglan.
Since becoming a fighting instructor for the Guardians, Song Qinglan hadn’t had much of a chance to exchange blows with his teammates.
Except for Zhou Mingxuan, everyone else in the team pretty much just got beaten up.
In this illusionary space, Duan Wen had actually taken the initiative. All his teammates watched from the sidelines with excitement.
“Brother Wen! Get him!”
“Don’t hold back!”
“Cap Song, don’t hit Brother Wen’s face!”
Song Qinglan added another strip across his forehead and tied it behind his head to prevent sweat from dripping down. Standing on the ring, Song Qinglan appeared even more aggressive.
His nose was tall and his eyes were sharp. He hooked his right hand at Duan Wen, “Come.”
The two circled around for half a circle. Duan Wen threw out a right uppercut which Song Qinglan avoided by moving to the side.
Without giving Duan Wen a chance to react, a gust of wind swept through and Song Qinglan landed a punch on his stomach.
Duan Wen grunted in pain. He knew that Song Qinglan had always been steady and ruthless and would definitely not give him an opportunity to fight back. He could only silently curse and sweep his leg out. Song Qinglan however seemed to have already expected this. He grabbed Duan Wen’s right leg and pulled. As Duan Wen fell, he quickly flipped, barely allowing him to stand firm.
Both were very powerful and each of their actions were sharp and precise. Just those few blows were enough to make everyone eyes shine with enthusiasm.
It could be seen that neither went easy on the other person.
But Song Qinglan was quite patient this time and he didn’t end the fight so quickly. He instead waited for Duan Wen to strike and would then retaliate without giving the other party a chance to fight back. It was as if he was playing around with Duan Wen.
This angered Duan Wen and his original composure disappeared. His moves soon became messy, and each blow was quick and ruthless.
Amid the sound of fists hitting flesh was the sound of applause and cheers. The two were covered in sweat. In that short period of time, nearly fifty or sixty blows had been exchanged.
Duan Wen was soon pressed down onto the ground. He gasped for air and his face was littered with bruises, “N-no more.”
“How many times have I told you that you shouldn’t become agitated?”
Song Qinglan was also beaten by Duan Wen such that there was a bruised patch at the corner of his lips. He reached out, “After becoming agitated, you lose composure and will surely lose every time.”
Duan Wen grabbed his captain’s hand and stood up. The bruises on his face slowly faded. He wiped away the sweat on his face and swore, “Fuck, you think this is because of my inability to maintain composure?”
After Duan Wen got off the ring, another person came up.
This time it was Tang Qi.
The audience below cheered.
“Go Tang Qi!”
“You can do it, brother!! Beat Cap Song up!”
Song Qinglan glanced down from the ring and saw that this group of people had even pulled out beers and dared to treat him as a free-to-view TV program.
Even Ji Yushi held a can and stood among the teammates with a look of great interest.
Tang Qi was in high spirits, but he followed after Duan Wen’s footsteps and was soon pressed to the ground.
Li Chun climbed up onto the ring. Song Qinglan admired his courage very much and then refused, “Go down.”
Li Chun, “The hell? Am I not worthy?”
Song Qinglan looked down at him from above, “Don’t want to play with you. Let Old Zhou come up.”
“Old Zhou!”
“Old Zhou!”
Amidst the cheers, Li Chun cursed and walked off the ring.
The small-eyed Zhou Mingxuan narrowed his eyes further. As Song Qinglan’s comrade in the army, he was someone who knew Song Qinglan’s fighting abilities the best and as another fighting instructor, Zhou Mingxuan and Song Qinglan were equals.
His interest had been aroused long ago and he had been waiting for this moment.
Zhou Mingxuan passed the beer to the side, “Hold it for this brother.”
Tang Le immediately received it and cheekily exclaimed, “Old Zhou, I’m on your side! Beat that Cap Song down!”
Li Chun also leaned forward and massaged Zhou Mingxuan’s shoulders, “Good luck brother. I’m also on your side. Cap Song is too arrogant. You must avenge your brothers and show him who’s boss.”
Zhou Mingxuan calmly accepted it all, “Of course, of course.”
On the ring, Song Qinglan had already emptied an entire bottle of mineral water. With his head raised, sweat rolled down his neck. His originally orderly black hair had also become messy, giving him a wild and dangerous vibe.
Only Zhou Mingxuan was able to put up a fight against him so Song Qinglan had left him till last.
Song Qinglan, “Are you done playing around? If you’re done, come up.”
Zhou Mingxuan shrugged. He worked his wrists and walked onto the ring.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded, “Wait a minute.”
Everyone looked over. The one who spoke was Ji Yushi.
The beer in Ji Yushi’s hand disappeared and it was replaced with bandages. He started to wrap them around his hand.
Everyone: “???”
No way. Could Advisor Ji be thinking of doing what they’re thinking he’s going to do?
Ji Yushi’s figure was the thinnest among the people here and in terms of fighting skills, he also didn’t have much skill. Song Qinglan’s brute force alone was enough to make the situation bad for Ji Yushi. Everyone was shocked and wanted to dissuade Ji Yushi.
“Advisor Ji!”
“Listen to me Advisor Ji. Don’t fight against Cap Song.”
“Yeah, you don’t have to be involved!”
Ji Yushi had already finished wrapping the bandages around his hands. Under the eyes of everyone present, he lightly jumped onto the ring.
He stood in front of Song Qinglan, his body firm and tall. He was refreshing and clean with not a single drop of sweat on him.
“Cap Song, coming?” He hooked his hand and asked.