CHAPTER 615: CHAPTER 375, "THOUSAND LAYERS MOUNTAIN"!

Tang Shengyan narrowed his eyes and sized up Tang Fei.

He had ascended step-by-step from a simple soldier to such a prominent position, and clearly, it couldn’t be attributed to martial prowess alone.

The Flame-Bathed Legion was one of the Empire’s three ace armies, and it was only normal for a few Grandmasters to be at his command.

Even the Monitoring Bureau had its own offerings, so why not them, the bona fide soldiers who blockade the fierce enemies at the frontier and fight in bloodied battles?

Tang Shengyan was intelligent, and precisely because he was intelligent, he thought Tang Fei’s actions were foolish.

How could a smart man act so senselessly?

There must be a demon when things stray from the norm.

Thus, he believed that Tang Fei must be hiding his true intentions.

"You want to take one punch from me?" Tang Shengyan asked aloud.

"Yes, I believe I’ve made myself clear," Tang Fei responded fearlessly.

Tang Shengyan then fell silent again, aiming to disable Tang Fei with a single punch, a fact Tang Fei was undoubtedly aware of...

He didn’t believe Tang Fei had the strength to contend with him.

Was he under some kind of pressure or irresistible force?

Seeing Tang Shengyan’s contemplative expression, Tang Fei grinned and said, "If the commander is compassionate enough to spare me, I would be even more grateful."

He could play the softie, and could take on any subservient role preferred by those in power...

It all depended on whether the top members were willing to accept it.

"You should know that I absolutely must throw this punch," Tang Shengyan said sternly.

As the general of the Flame-Bathed Legion, he had to stand up and seek justice for his subordinates.

Otherwise, it would be his dereliction of duty, and the image he had maintained for many years would collapse.

"I understand," Tang Fei nodded.

"Not bad for a man," Tang Shengyan rarely praised and spoke, "After one punch, this debt is wiped clean, and no one from the Flame-Bathed Legion will trouble you anymore."

"I hope I will still be alive by then."

"I believe you will."

Yan Wenli looked at Tang Fei worriedly and asked, "Are you really taking his punch?"

"Is there a better option?" Tang Fei retorted aloud.

"If you don’t want to, I can reject for you..."

Tang Fei chuckled as he looked at Yan Wenli and replied, "Since it’s been said, let me take his punch."

If Yan Wenli actually wanted to shield him from Tang Shengyan, he wouldn’t have let his secretary Zheng Jianfeng make that call.

Since he had appeared before Tang Shengyan, it meant he didn’t want the relationship between the Monitoring Bureau and the Flame-Bathed Legion to become too strained.

Or rather, the person behind him did not want their relationship to become too strained.

Compared to saving face for the commander of the legion, what was a little suffering for himself?

Everyone balanced their own scales internally, letting competitors weigh in and seeing at a glance who was lighter and who was heavier.

Yan Wenli looked deeply at Tang Fei, knowing he was displeased with him.

But, as a subordinate, isn’t it his role to sacrifice or bear responsibility?

He was the same, and so was he.

Without this step, how could he progress?

"Okay, since you’ve decided, let’s do as you said," Yan Wenli nodded.

Then turned to Tang Shengyan and spoke, "General Tang, please show some mercy as an elder."

"I don’t believe a disciple of the Great Grandmaster can’t take this punch."

"You’re hardly inferior to the Great Grandmaster," Yan Wenli timely flattered and asked, "One punch limit, shall I act as the referee for both of you?"

"No problem," Tang Shengyan readily agreed.

Although Yan Wenli was the Director of the Supervision Institute and Tang Fei’s direct superior, he believed that the other party would not falsify preferences in such a matter.

It would disgrace the spirit of Martial Arts.

Otherwise, it would only further deepen the contradictions and complicate matters.

"I have no problem either," Tang Fei stated.

Tang Shengyan looked at Tang Fei and asked, "Do you need to prepare?"

"If I say I need ten or eight years to prepare, you probably won’t agree, right?"

"..."

This kid’s words were indeed unpleasant.

"In that case, let’s start."

"Okay," Tang Shengyan’s eyes were sharp as he looked at Tang Fei and said, "The Cultivation Technique I practiced is called ’Thousand Layers Mountain,’ not some well-known art. You probably haven’t even heard of it."

Tang Fei became inwardly vigilant; an obscure Cultivation Technique had helped him climb the ranks and reach the Grandmaster Realm before even coming of age, further proving the formidable nature of this technique.

"I’ve noted it," Tang Fei said alertly.

"Shall we start?"

"Start."

Yan Wenli waved his hand grandly and exclaimed, "Disperse."

Whoosh.

The Monitoring Bureau’s security personnel immediately dispersed in all directions, transforming from a small encompassing circle into a wider one.

Everyone knew that when a common man angered, blood would splatter three feet; but when a Grandmaster angered, rivers of blood would flow.

They certainly did not want to be those innocent casualties.

On the vast plaza in front of the Monitoring Bureau, the cold wind blew, numerous black-clad warriors wielded their weapons silently.

Tang Fei and Tang Shengyan stood facing each other, their gazes locked. Jiang Huowang, the adjutant by Tang Shengyan’s side, also tactfully stepped aside at the right time.

He believed in his commander, no one knew better than him how terrifyingly powerful Tang Shengyan had become.

Tang Shengyan didn’t prepare for long, nor did he deliberately gather energy and momentum.

His body rocketed into the air like a cannonball, lunging towards Tang Fei.