A mocking voice carried over from a distance. Chen Jue, Liu Chengdong, and Elder Zhong turned to see a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man striding toward them.
The middle-aged man wore a forest-green training uniform. He had a square face, a hooked nose, bright, piercing eyes, and an unsmiling expression. His gaze held a measure of scrutiny and arrogance, and his arrival immediately gave an impression of lean, formidable strength.
Chen Jue could see traces of Tai Chi, Xingyi Fist, and Bagua stake training mixed into the man's footwork. His shoulders and elbows were exceptionally strong as well, clearly accustomed to training against firearm recoil. He was an expert who practiced marksmanship too.
Besides that, the man carried an air of strict discipline. The words "Imperial Guard Master" immediately sprang into Chen Jue's mind.
"Comrade Chen Jue, let me introduce you. This is Zhang Feipeng, the candidate instructor specially invited to the base-Instructor Zhang," Liu Chengdong stepped forward to introduce him, hoping to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
Zhang Feipeng did not respond. Instead, he addressed Chen Jue without a trace of courtesy. "I know you. Chen Jue, the practitioner of a minor southern boxing style who lucked into first place at last year's Grand Martial Arts Competition. I heard Li Xiang lost to you in three moves, and I didn't believe it. Now that I've met you, young man, I finally know what arrogance really looks like. Li Xiang's martial arts really have deteriorated since he went home to retire, losing to an outsider like you without a shred of common sense. Honestly..."
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