Fu Zhong's office.
Ye Yuan looked at the unconscious young man sprawled on the floor and was speechless.
Even he himself hadn't expected it.
He had used less than half his strength and knocked out this supposedly awesome guy.
Seeing how cocky the guy had been, he'd thought he would be a tough opponent.
And this was it?
All Ye Yuan felt now was helplessness.
If he had known the guy was this useless, he would have used only thirty percent of his strength.
Actually, he had simply misjudged the situation.
The young man surnamed Zhao being so easily defeated wasn't entirely his fault.
Given the strength of White Tiger Squad members,
while not every one of them could be called a king of soldiers,
any one of them could still take on several opponents at once.
Yet even people like that were no match for the transformed Ye Yuan.
It could be said that Ye Yuan now stood among the small handful of top individual combatants.
The only one to blame was himself. After his transformation, he still hadn't truly understood his current strength.
Never mind an ordinary White Tiger Squad member.
Even if White Tiger personally exchanged blows with Ye Yuan,
White Tiger would not have been able to withstand even half of Ye Yuan's strength.
All those factors combined had created the impression that the young man surnamed Zhao was utterly weak.
At that moment, both Ye Yuan and Fu Zhong
looked at the unconscious young man on the floor, unsure what to say.
Ye Yuan was the first to break the silence.
"Uncle Zhong, you saw it yourself. He was the one who suggested a spar.
You can't blame me for this.
And you agreed to it too, so don't make things difficult for me afterward!"