"Calling us trash? Aren't you a bit too arrogant!"
The soldiers' faces turned visibly ugly.
The one-meter-ninety strongman looked like he was itching to knock Evan Lin out with a single punch.
"Calling you trash is an insult to trash itself. If Eldest Brother Su hadn't begged me to come and give you some pointers, with your level, you wouldn't even qualify to kneel and lick my shoes."
Evan Lin shook his head. "I'm arrogant because I have the right to be. You losers—if you put half as much effort into training as you do barking, maybe you'd have a sliver of hope."
"Looking at you now, I'm really disappointed."
I'm really disappointed!
With just a few simple sentences, Evan Lin had already ignited a raging fury in the hearts of the men before him.
"Fine! You say you've got the right to be arrogant? Then let me see just how much 'right' you've got!" The man leaning against the wall suddenly changed expression, sprang up, bent his leg, and exploded forward, roaring as he charged at Evan Lin.
His face twisted with anger—being looked down on like this was more than he could tolerate.
He charged straight at Evan Lin, and when he was still three meters away, he leapt high, launching a crisp, powerful spring kick aimed right at Evan's neck.
His momentum was unstoppable—full of confidence.
"Kick that kid flat!"
"Quit acting like some big shot! Does he really think he's an instructor now?"
Seeing this, the others started cheering and jeering. They thought Evan was frozen in place, too scared to dodge, and couldn't help but mock him.
Bang!
The next second—
The smiles on the two men's faces froze instantly.
Even the one-meter-ninety powerhouse's angry expression turned stiff.
In the corner, the fierce, silent man training with the wooden dummy post narrowed his eyes sharply.
To everyone's eyes, the man who'd leapt up for the spring kick was swatted aside like a ball by the young man, sent flying across the training camp to crash into the wall, then bounced to the ground.
Where he hit, bits of plaster crumbled off the wall. The man lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, his face twisted in agony.
If Evan Lin hadn't held back, that man would've been killed outright by just that one slap.
"With skills like that, you still dare to test the 'capital' behind my arrogance?" Evan Lin didn't even glance at the guy on the ground, just kept walking forward.
Ahead, the two sparring men tensed up as Evan Lin approached.
But Evan just walked right past them without even lifting an eyelid. That made them breathe a sigh of relief, but also left them burning inside.
That was pure, utter contempt!
Then they turned and saw Evan Lin heading straight for the one-meter-ninety strongman again.
The strongman clenched his sandbag-sized fists, every muscle taut and ready—if Evan made any move, he'd swing at once.
But Evan Lin just strolled right past him again, totally casual.
That left the others completely baffled.
Evan Lin stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the barbell lying on the floor.
"What, you planning to try the barbell? That thing weighs a full hundred kilos! Don't say I didn't warn you—if you try it recklessly, you'll probably get crushed and hurt yourself."
The one-meter-ninety strongman rumbled, his voice deep and rough.
He was the only one in Knife-Edge Company who could lift that barbell.
Besides, lifting a barbell is all about raw strength—unlike fighting, where you can use all kinds of tricks. Here, technique doesn't mean squat.
The others stayed quiet for now—Evan Lin's earlier display had really shocked them.
Evan Lin stood by the barbell for a moment, then tapped it lightly with his toe.
"Huh?"
Seeing Evan's movement, the others frowned, puzzled.
But to their shock, with just that tiny tap, the barbell shot straight up into the air!
"No way!"
"Holy crap!"
"That's a hundred-kilo barbell!"
Everyone's faces changed wildly.
Kicking up a hundred-kilo barbell like that—there are barely a handful of people in the world who could pull that off!
How much strength does that take?
And what shocked them even more—when the barbell was midair, the young man casually reached out, grabbed it with one hand, and held it perfectly still!
"One hand!"
The one-meter-ninety strongman couldn't help but shout, eyes wide in disbelief.
No one understood the terror of that barbell better than him.
To lift it one-handed like that? That's just freakish!
Ordinary people couldn't even dream of it! Even world-class weightlifting champions couldn't hold a barbell that steady with one hand!
"If something this light is all you need to 'train,' no wonder your strength is so weak. I call you trash and you still won't admit it?"
Evan Lin let out a scornful laugh, then his expression turned icy. "What right do you have to be unconvinced?"
With a cold snort, Evan Lin suddenly tightened his grip and crushed the metal bar in the middle of the barbell into a lump.
Because of the uneven force, the heavier ends dropped to the floor with a bang, leaving a shallow groove in the concrete.
To the others, it was as if he'd just snapped the barbell in half!
"Is this guy even human...?"
The others couldn't help swallowing hard.
Even the guy Evan Lin had slapped across the room was now staring at him, not with hatred, but pure shock.
"So, do I qualify to be your instructor now?"
Evan Lin asked calmly.
In the corner by the wooden dummy post, the fierce man who'd been silent all this time finally stepped forward, nodded at Evan Lin, and said, "Of course you can. Around here, strength is everything. You've proven yours—you're qualified to be our instructor!"
Standing before Evan Lin, after those words, the rest had nothing more to say. Even the guy on the ground scrambled up awkwardly.
"I'm Xu Fei, their squad leader." The fierce man introduced himself, extending his hand to Evan Lin. "My family runs a martial arts gym. I trained in Wing Chun. Please take care of us."
As soon as Xu Fei spoke, the others fell silent—even the one-meter-ninety strongman had nothing to add.
Clearly, among the five, Xu Fei was the strongest and had the most authority.
Blade, seeing Evan Lin win their recognition, finally relaxed a little. The start had been rough, but at least it ended well.
But Xu Fei's hand hung in the air for a long time—Evan Lin had no intention of shaking it.
"Yes, I qualify to be your instructor."
"But the five of you still aren't qualified to be my subordinates."