The air filled with tension. All the new men felt as though they had a burden upon their shoulders, and they were strangely nervous. Their breathing quickened, and their backs were damp with sweat. It was as though they had been burdened by life itself.
"No one?"
Jiang Pengji was good at picking the right time to speak.
The strongest and biggest man of the group stepped forward. He drew back his fist and aimed it straight at her face.
"Looks like someone has guts." Jiang Pengji laughed lightly. It was obvious that she didn't care about the fist that was coming her way.
The village head was terrified for her, and Xu Ke looked away because he could not bear to watch.
Her viewers held their breaths and gripped their fists.
Some of the viewers started to grumble about the stream's clear resolution. It looked like the fist was heading straight for them. The fearful viewers steeled themselves as they prepared to watch Jiang Pengji bleed.
Most streamers loved to pull off death-defying stunts to increase their popularity. But no one expected Jiang Pengji to do that.
The viewers who had seen Jiang Pengji's prowess in battle were not worried about her. They were excited to watch her shine in battle again.
"Good one!"
Instead of dodging, Jiang Pengji met the man's fist head on. She used her palm to block his fist and summoned her strength. Then she smacked off his fist and seized his arm with her other hand. She spun around and used his strength against him. To everyone's surprise, she threw him aside easily.
Her actions were simple because she did not want to damage the men she had paid for and wanted to train. All she wanted to do was convince them that they could not beat her.
Corps Seven had a reputation of being war maniacs. Others called them "troublemakers with very bad habits."
Each year, new recruits to Corps Seven went through an orientation in which they had to fight the veterans. Young people were always arrogant and had to have some sense beaten into them before they became much easier to control.
Jiang Pengji applied the same logic here. Those men had their own ideas, so they might not treat the training seriously. They needed to have their pride wounded a little.
Jiang Pengji felt that it would be easier to give them all a good smacking now to prevent them from starting headaches later.
In her opinion, there was nothing in the world that a few good hard whacks could not resolve. If there were, then just add a few more smacks.
The first man who attacked sparked the others. Their hesitance dissipated, and they charged at her as one. How could they all lose to a young and frail noble boy?
They were not trying to kill her; if they did, they would be sentenced to death.
They were just trying to win. As long as they won, she would have to uphold her promise.
Well, it was wishful thinking on their part.
Chapter end
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