"Haha, as long as you admit defeat verbally, that's good enough," he said.
Yang Fei laughed and casually tossed away the Electric Spear.
"However, in your heart, you must always possess the courage to kill enemies and an indomitable spirit of battle..."
Yang Fei smugly elaborated on his shameless spirit.
He felt that at that moment, he was possessed by the War God, completely embodying the demeanor of a great man.
Axiu and Zhao Xia exchanged glances.
Suddenly, Axiu launched a Groin Kick at Yang Fei's crotch.
The complacent Yang Fei had not anticipated this.
The two female bodyguards employed immediate retribution on him.
The bastard raised his hand to block, but it seemed he didn't protect his essentials.
He let out a wretched scream, his face contorting with pain.
The sound of Yang Fei's agonized screams made Axiu's and Zhao Xia's hearts pound with fear.
After all, this was just a drill, not real combat.
"Brother Fei, how are you, feeling any better?"