What Ye Lingchen used was the Martial Fist's grappling technique!
He easily neutralized all of Wu Yue's attacks and subdued him.
"This is the result of 11 years of training?!" Ye Lingchen looked down at Wu Yue and questioned him.
"I, I …" Wu Yue's lips trembled, but his face was gloomy and he could not speak.
"Who else is unconvinced?" Ye Lingchen looked at the crowd. At that moment, those who were eager to try were silent. They did not even dare to look at Ye Lingchen's eyes.
"You're afraid now? Backing down just like that? Calling you trash is giving you too much credit! "Ye Lingchen's expression became more serious than ever.
"We're not trash!" Someone roared.
"What? Say it again! "Ye Lingchen roared.
"We're not trash!" This time, the 15 of them roared in unison, their voices resounding.
"At least you have some guts!" Ye Lingchen nodded. "But this guts shouldn't be used for shouting. It should be used in training, on the battlefield!"
"Do you know why I called you trash? It's because of your laziness! "
Ye Lingchen's gaze swept across their faces one by one. "Do you think waking up early every day and following the training schedule is considered hard work? Wrong! You're gravely mistaken! "
"Training needs to be effective. Every movement of your Martial Body Fist is not standard. Every punch does not have the slightest bit of strength. Is this your so-called training? Instead of wasting time like this, it's better to disband and go home! "
Ye Lingchen was angry. The reason why he was angry was because he watched them practice.
Fifteen people practiced, but Ye Lingchen's Martial Fist's proficiency only increased to 20%. That showed how bad the 15 people's mastery of the fist technique was.
No one spoke. Some were ashamed, some were unconvinced.
"What's the main point of training? Is it the training program? Is it the training time? Is it the training intensity? No! "Ye Lingchen said coldly," It's God! It's a person's spirit! "
"You're just completing your daily training like a machine. Even if you're given more time, you won't improve at all. Aren't you trash?"
Ye Lingchen looked at them. "Those who came in with you have already been selected for the four special training camps, right?"
Everyone nodded.
"You're from the same batch. Why can others enter but you can't?" Ye Lingchen said mercilessly, "Compared to them, you're the eliminated ones. You're the losers!"
Some people's breathing became heavy, some people's eyes reddened, but still, no one made a sound.
"Tell me again, are the eliminated losers trash?"
No one answered.
Everyone's face was flushed red as if they were congested with blood!
Extreme humiliation filled everyone's heart, and they immediately felt too ashamed to show their faces!
Why is it that others can do it but we can't?
Others can break through but we can't?
They were once comrades in the same trench, but now they were looking down on him! As for himself, why couldn't he look down on others?
"You're too easily satisfied! Have you always been complacent about becoming a martial artist? Do you think that the amount of training you do every day is enough?! "
Everyone was speechless. Everyone was breathing heavily, and their eyes were red.
"Let me ask you another question. What are you training for?"
"I am the man who will become the King of Warriors!" Wu Yue roared with reddened eyes.
"I want to protect my home and country!"
"I want my family to be proud of me!"
…
Fifteen people, one after the other, spoke.
"Wrong! All wrong! "Ye Lingchen roared," It's for yourselves! The more you sweat, the less you bleed on the battlefield! If you don't train hard, when you enter the battlefield … you'll die! "
Everyone, including Lin Ao and Fang Hong, instantly blushed, their blood rushing to their heads.
Perhaps it was due to the influence of the martial artist environment, or perhaps it was because he had a sudden inspiration. In any case, Ye Lingchen could not hold back his inner feelings, and spouted a bucket of chicken soup …
"We know we're wrong!"
Wu Yue's entire body was trembling, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, his face flushed red.
"What's wrong?" Ye Lingchen asked.
"Training is for ourselves. It's not a mission, but our lives! We must give it our all! "Wu Yue stood straight, and continued to shout.
The others also had a determined look on their faces, looking at Ye Lingchen with burning eyes.
Ye Lingchen nodded, "Well said! Training would only be effective if the spirit, Qi, and spirit were raised! Don't forget your original intention, and you'll be successful! You must remember your current state! "
"Yes, sir!" The fifteen martial artists shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Ye Lingchen coughed lightly, sneaking a glance at Fang Hong, his face full of awkwardness.
'This is bad. Acting cool was fun for a while, but it's hard to wrap things up.'
Fang Hong glanced at Ye Lingchen, smiling, "Alright, morning training is over. Let's go eat."
"Instructor Fang, we're not tired. We can continue!" Wu Yue stood on the spot.
"That's right, Instructor Fang. I wasn't paying attention when I was punching just now. I hope to do it again!"
The others also remained motionless.
"What nonsense are you talking about?! How can you have the strength to train without eating? All that spirit I said earlier was bullshit. Eating comes first! "Ye Lingchen reprimanded from the side.
"Hahaha …"
Immediately, everyone burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and eat! "
"Yes, sir!"
The team dispersed. However, this time, everyone looked at Ye Lingchen with sincere respect.
"Chief Fang, if there's nothing else, I'll go eat too." Ye Lingchen prepared to leave.
However, Fang Hong shouted, "Ye Lingchen!"
"Here!"
Fang Hong looked at Ye Lingchen, his eyes full of smiles, "You, aren't bad! Now your words carry more weight than mine. "
Ye Lingchen scratched his head, "Chief Fang, you must be joking. No matter how much weight my words carry, don't I still have to listen to you?"
"Have you ever thought of becoming a martial artist?" Fang Hong looked straight into Ye Lingchen's eyes.
"Chief Fang, I've just entered university. I don't have any plans for now."
Fang Hong's eyes flashed with disappointment, patting Ye Lingchen on the shoulder, "Alright, look for me whenever you've thought it through. Let's go eat."
Lin Ao hugged Ye Lingchen, "F * ck, you're not bad. I knew you were a talent the first time I met you. It's just as I expected! How did you come up with those words? "
"I just said them out of instinct."
"As expected of a top student from Capital University. You're amazing! You're making my blood boil! "Lin Ao laughed, then hugged Ye Lingchen and went to eat.
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