The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 283 - 279: Are You Done Talking? (1)

That mocking voice rang out.

Qin Fan and the seventeen soldiers on the ground turned their heads in unison.

They saw a man of about thirty, dressed in simple practice clothes, walking ahead of two lieutenant colonels. He was striding toward Qin Fan, shaking his head disdainfully.

"Was that you speaking just now?" Qin Fan asked the man, tilting his head slightly.

"That's right!" the middle-aged man snorted, his hands clasped behind his back and his face full of mockery.

"Are you saying my soldiers are trash?" Qin Fan asked again, the corners of his mouth curling into a chilling smile.

Anyone who knew him would see that smile and realize someone was about to be in serious trouble.

"If they weren't trash, would they be last year after year? If they weren't trash, would they be utterly defeated and left wailing on the ground by a wet-behind-the-ears kid? Calling them trash is a compliment!" the middle-aged man said with a cold laugh, his gaze darkening as he swept it over the fallen soldiers.

The soldier who had first stood up to Qin Fan gritted his teeth and shouted indignantly, "Master Liao, what's the point of saying all this? You're just bitter because the Old Marshal didn't let you be the instructor, so you're holding a grudge! If you have a problem, take it up with the Old Marshal! Don't come here and humiliate us! You call yourself a Martial Artist; do you really need to be so sarcastic and insulting? Besides, your Liao Family is part of this military region. Does it bring your family glory that we're last every year?"

"Imbecile! Are you suggesting I coveted that hot potato of an instructor position? Hmph! With trash like this, whoever teaches them will only ruin their own reputation! Perhaps the Old Marshal had a crisis of conscience and, not wanting to destroy the name of another real Martial Artist, found this little brat to be your leader! Pitiful, tragic! Trash will always be trash, no matter how you train it!" As if a raw nerve had been struck, Liao Yuanhang's face contorted with rage as if his tail had been stepped on, and he bellowed furiously.

"Third Brother, let's go!" Upon hearing Liao Yuanhang drag the Old Marshal into it, the two lieutenant colonels behind him stiffened and hurriedly urged him to leave.

"Hmph, let's go! I don't want this pile of trash to pollute my eyes!" Seeing a way out of the awkward situation, Liao Yuanhang snorted and decided to take it.

He hadn't expected these nobodies to know about his business, let alone bring it up in public. The soldier was right. Liao Yuanhang had assumed the instructor position was his for the taking, but a dark horse had emerged from nowhere, thwarting his plans to make a name for himself at the Martial Arts Tournament. He had imagined the immense prestige he and the Liao Family would gain in the Northwest Military Region if he could lead these soldiers out of last place. But all his plans had come to nothing. The instructor was appointed, but it wasn't him, Liao Yuanhang of the Liao Family. What was even more infuriating was that the one who stole the position was a kid not even twenty years old. The depth of Liao Yuanhang's resentment was palpable. It was a slap in the face—a brutal, public humiliation.

Just as Liao Yuanhang turned to walk away, Qin Fan's taunting voice stopped him. "Leaving? Did I say you could leave?"

What? Did I say you could leave?

Liao Yuanhang and the two officers froze in their tracks.

"Are you saying I need your permission to leave? Haha!" Coming to his senses, Liao Yuanhang laughed as if he had heard the joke of the century, shaking his head with a scoff.

"My soldiers can only be scolded and beaten by me! You are not qualified to insult them!" Facing Liao Yuanhang with a serious expression, Qin Fan continued, "I'm giving you a chance to apologize. You don't have to kneel. Just stand in front of my soldiers and slap your own face in apology. Then we can let this matter drop, and I'll just assume you were talking out of your ass because you had nothing better to do. Trust me, this will be your best choice!"

At these words, a shockwave passed through the onlookers. Not just Liao Yuanhang and his two officers, but even the seventeen soldiers on the ground were left dumbfounded.

Make the only Martial Artist from the Northwest's Liao Family apologize to us by slapping his own face? Is this new instructor drunk or just plain ignorant?

For a moment, the soldiers' gazes toward Qin Fan changed. There was gratitude mixed with worry. They completely forgot how much they had hated him just moments before. Soldiers are straightforward and direct; they value loyalty. For him to stand up for them against the combined pressure of a Martial Artist and the Liao Family—that act alone caused Qin Fan's image to grow immensely in their hearts.

"What did you say? You want me to slap myself and apologize to this trash? Is your brain full of water, or did you get your head slammed in a door? If the Old Marshal hadn't brought you here, I guarantee you'd regret those words for the rest of your life! You little punk, give you an inch and you think you can take a mile? Hmph! You have a death wish!" Liao Yuanhang waved his hand in fury, his eyes wide with rage.

"Third Brother, let's go!" Seeing Liao Yuanhang stop to confront Qin Fan, the two officers behind him grew even more frantic.

The Old Marshal already had complaints about their Liao Family. If they caused more trouble here, the consequences would be endless.

"Go? I'll go after he kneels and apologizes to me! How can I, a Martial Artist, suffer such a humiliating defeat here, cornered by a punk who hasn't even finished puberty? If word of this got out, where would I hide my face?" Liao Yuanhang snorted defiantly.

However, "Martial Artist" was just a title he had given himself. Although he had broken through the peak of Ming Energy to reach the early stage of Dark Energy, he hadn't even received an official invitation to the last Martial Arts Tournament. The real reason Han Rongguang had approached him about the instructor position was to see if Liao Yuanhang could persuade the expert from the Heavenly List who backed him to help. Liao Yuanhang, however, completely misunderstood, thinking Han Rongguang was offering him the job. To be clear, while the Northwest Military Region's performance in the Martial Arts Tournament had been dismal for years, they hadn't sunk so low as to hire a mere novice of Dark Energy as an instructor. But Liao Yuanhang didn't see it that way. He still fantasized about leading the team out of last place, only to have his fantasy shattered by some punk, who was now spouting such outrageous nonsense at him. This was intolerable.

"Third Brother, the Old Marshal invited him! Let's go back!" one of the men said solemnly, grabbing Liao Yuanhang's arm.

"I don't care if the Old Marshal or the big boss himself invited him! In short, this isn't over until he apologizes to me! I'll teach him a lesson! I'll make him understand his place! This is completely out of line! A brat who's not even fully grown dares to act so impudent in front of me, Liao Yuanhang?" he persisted stubbornly.

If these soldiers hadn't been watching, he might have let it go. But with over a dozen witnesses, his reputation would be in tatters if word got out.

Qin Fan glanced disdainfully at Liao Yuanhang and his two companions, his tone light and mocking. "Are you done talking?"