The burly man, who resembled a gorilla captain, was not so polite, crossing his arms and making his overly developed pectorals quite prominent.
"Too crude, Old Lin. After all, we’re top students from the Southwest United. Can’t you show some personal quality?"
The scholar brother shook his head.
"I just find it displeasing! These brash kids pretending to be experts, they ought to be thrown into the military for some good training to knock down their arrogance!"
The burly man bared his teeth in a smile, two rows of white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark skin, exuding a fierce wildness.
"Old Jiang, what do you say? Come on, give your opinion!"
The scholar brother and the burly man both looked at the man in the middle.
"Seventeen or eighteen, full of youthful energy, a bit cocky but that’s no problem."
The other party spoke slowly:
"The world’s number one, unmatched in the world, haha, that’s quite something."
Hands in his pockets, he stared at the inscription, written ordinarily but with boastful words.
Veterans from the battle groups, especially don’t tolerate such "provocation."
Those of them who made it into the Sequence Army are all troublemakers.
Usually suppressed by officers, they appear obedient, well-behaved, and disciplined.
But once let out, they’re like wild horses running free, easily causing trouble.
In the early days of the Great Expedition, when soldiers were home on leave, a small friction developed into a major conflict, with each side rallying people, leading to a large-scale brawl comparable to a military exercise.
Such examples are too numerous to count.
It wasn’t until Marshal Qin ordered a cleanup of the atmosphere, demanded strict discipline, and arranged for inspections and registrations of misconduct that things improved.
"Hela has told us not to cause trouble, lest it affects the mentor."
The scholar brother sighed, knowing nothing good would come from going out with these two clumsy heads.
"The person is on the Fire seed pre-selection list, under tight protection from the Tai’an Metropolitan Area. If you cause trouble, the Inspection Department can deploy military Divine Machines for suppression."
Upon hearing the word "mentor," the burly man resembling a gorilla captain was somewhat daunted. A severe reprimand was a small matter to him, but facing the mentor’s wrath was worse than being confined.
The Wind Scythe Sequence Army was famous for its strict discipline, with a clear hierarchy from top to bottom.
"Forget it, it’s their territory. Saying a few grandiose words is no reason to make a big deal of it."
The burly man intended to pull "Old Jiang" away, as they were just passing by.
"I remember by the Old Era Martial Arts World rules, when a Daoist School opens its doors, it means they’re welcoming challengers from all around and waiting for experts to visit."
Jiang, the young man with a surname, grinned and said:
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The scholar brother covered his forehead with his hand; now they’re in trouble.
He could have persuaded someone like the gorilla-like Wei Tu.
But with Jiang Shijie, who served as their backbone, there was no way.
"Old Jiang... Really going to fight? Even if we win, it won’t look good. People will gossip, saying we’re bullying the young with the old!"
The scholar brother softened his tone.
"We’re soldiers; do we care about that? What’s most important in war? The result! Only the winner has the right to speak. As for reputation? Who cares!"
Jiang Shijie was rolling up his sleeves, ready to step up the stairs when suddenly someone came running out excitedly.
"Are you here to challenge? Finally, someone came!"
Qin Shi eagerly rubbed his hands, looking at the three figures below the steps, quite satisfied, nodding repeatedly:
"The Nanhuang Daoist School is under my watch! Let’s skip the formalities and keep it simple. Which one of you wants to go first?"
The three of them were stunned, their bodies frozen.
They looked at Qin Shi’s enthusiasm, and to put it in a less-than-pleasant way,
like a barbershop owner who hadn’t had business for a while, eyeing passersby with eagerness, ready to drag them in by force.
The scholar brother stepped back two paces and looked up at the large plaque hanging outside.
It was indeed the Nanhuang Daoist School!
Legend had it, they made a big splash, outshining their peers of the same generation in Heng Province.
Is this what they’re made of?
He couldn’t help but doubt the overall level of Martial Arts Path in Heng Province.