The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 281 - 277: Enough, you motherfucker, enough! (4)

"Trash!"

"A bunch of worthless trash!"

The resentment in the hearts of the eighteen Heavenly Kings had long been simmering, but it had finally reached its boiling point. Qin Fan's words were the fuse that ignited their pent-up frustration, triggering an explosion of pure rage! Yes, they were humiliated year after year, always finishing last. But that gave some young punk no right to insult them! In that instant, they all clenched their jaws, their fists tightening with the sharp crack of popping knuckles.

Ignoring the furious faces before him, Qin Fan began to count coldly. "One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Very good." A grim smile touched Qin Fan's lips. The moment the words left his mouth, he shot his hand forward, grabbing the collar of the soldier who had just boasted about venting his frustration.

"That was you, wasn't it?" Qin Fan asked, his gaze indifferent.

"So what if it was!" Pushed to the brink, the soldier held nothing back, roaring in fury.

"Nothing. I'm just going to deal with you," Qin Fan said with a playful smile, then suddenly drove his knee into the soldier's abdomen!

BANG! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The blow landed with a dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum. Large beads of cold sweat immediately broke out on the soldier's face, which had turned a deathly pale.

"Weren't you going to vent your frustration on me? Go on, do it!" Qin Fan taunted, yanking on the soldier's collar. His other hand rose to pat the soldier's cheek mockingly. "Trash. You're nothing but a pile of trash. Do you know why I don't call you a piece of shit? Because I'm being merciful. I'm leaving you with one last shred of dignity. Understand?"

"Son of a bitch!"

A hysterical scream tore from the soldier's throat. His pale face twisted into a ferocious snarl. He had been oppressed and humiliated at the tournament year after year, but when had he ever been so utterly degraded?

This was beyond endurance! Even a Buddha would lose his temper, and a clay idol has its limits, let alone a grown man!

Right now, all I want is to smash this bastard to the ground and pulp his face with my fists! As for the punishment and consequences, I don't give a damn anymore!

Amidst his explosive rage, he drew his knees in and thrust them hard toward Qin Fan's abdomen. At the same time, he swung his arm wildly, aiming a sweeping blow at Qin Fan's face!

However, the outcome he envisioned never came to pass.

Just as his fist and knee were inches from their target, the hand gripping his collar flicked him away.

SWISH!

BANG!

With that one toss, the soldier's robust frame was sent flying several meters, crashing to the ground in a cloud of dust. Not giving him a chance to get up, Qin Fan rushed forward with a grunt and planted a foot firmly on the man's chest. "You don't even have the courage to stand by your own words! You don't deserve to be a soldier, much less a man! So, from this moment on, you're relieved of duty! You won't be participating in the Martial Arts Tournament! Get out of my squad!"

After speaking coldly, his face expressionless, Qin Fan moved his foot off the man's chest and swept it sideways!

CRACK!

With what sounded like ribs breaking, the kick sent the soldier flying high into the air, landing in a parabolic arc some distance away. He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand several times, but failed. After his last attempt, he collapsed and fainted.

However, Qin Fan's brutal kick didn't intimidate the remaining seventeen soldiers. On the contrary, it only fueled the fire in their eyes, their gazes so fierce they looked ready to tear him limb from limb.

"Angry? You're trash. Shouldn't you be lying peacefully in a dumpster? Since when can trash get angry? I told you, if he didn't step forward, all of you would be in for it. So, now it's your turn!"

With that, Qin Fan sprang forward!

His palm swung up as he moved like a phantom. A flurry of afterimages weaved between the seventeen men, and the air filled with the sharp sound of relentless slapping.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

By the time the dazed men reacted, their faces already red and swollen, Qin Fan was back in his original spot, a trickle of crimson blood at the corner of every soldier's mouth.

"Does your face hurt? Does getting hit hurt? I bet you don't feel a thing! You've been shamed and trampled year after year, yet you still stand there blabbering calmly. You must have become completely indifferent! Shit. You're just a pile of shit! Your lives are cheaper than an ant's, and your skin is thicker than a wall! Shit! A pile of shit! That's all you are!"

He laughed mockingly. "Shit, a pile of shit, you're just a pile of shiiit!" Qin Fan practically sang the last line, each word a sharp bayonet twisting in the soldiers' hearts.

"Enough! Goddamn it, enough!" unable to bear it any longer, a soldier, his face beet-red, roared at the top of his lungs.

"Right, that's enough! I'm just wasting my goddamn time on you trash! Looks like at least one of you has some self-awareness!" Qin Fan said with a humorless smile.

"I can't take it anymore! Get him!"

If years of defeat had stripped them of their shame, then Qin Fan had just found the last shred of their self-respect, thrown it on the ground, and was now grinding it into the dirt under his heel.

As the cry of "Get him!" rang out, the roaring soldier shot forward. He leaped high, driving his knee directly toward Qin Fan. His sandbag-sized fist was clenched tight, smashing down from above!

"Just you? Not enough. Wait for the others. I'll give you trash a chance to form a proper trash heap!" Qin Fan sneered, sidestepping the attack in the blink of an eye. "Come on, all of you! Let's deal with that cheap pride of yours—the kind even a dog would sneer at—and then we can talk!"

Circling around the charging soldier, Qin Fan addressed the others, who were still frozen in place as their fury built. With his words hanging in the air, he gave them a thumbs-down, shaking his head with an expression of scornful pity.

To be honest, I can understand the immense shame these soldiers carry. What I can't fathom is how they can remain so damn serene and placid after years of humiliation! Lacking strength isn't their fault. A broken spirit, I can even understand that. But to face constant abuse and humiliation from other military districts with such calm indifference? To just go with the flow? How fucking pathetic! It's more shameful than surrendering without a fight! They just present their necks, waiting to be conquered. If they don't come in last every single year, then the heavens must be blind! Now, I finally get it. I understand why the other military districts laugh at the Northwest Military District. I understand why they dare to openly place bets on how long it will take for us to be wiped out! Scum like this, with no ambition or spirit, have no right to even speak of dignity! It's only right that everyone should rub salt in their wounds; that's just the way of the Heavenly Dao!