Supremely Talented Tyrant

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"Charge!" Zhang Zhijun roared. He simply couldn't believe this nonsense. Could Hao Jian really fight off over a hundred of them by himself? How was that possible?

"Roar!"

A hundred soldiers roared in unison and charged towards Hao Jian amid the shocked cries of numerous teachers and students.

"Scram!"

Hao Jian spat out these angry words, and with a ferocious and powerful kick, he sent the leading soldier flying like a cannonball, knocking over more than a dozen comrades behind him. Those dozen soldiers immediately felt dizzy and disoriented, losing their ability to act.

There was no need to elaborate on how terrifying Hao Jian's kick was, as it could even shatter diamonds. Just now, he had only used half his strength; otherwise, that soldier would have been dead.

Seeing Hao Jian take down over a dozen men with a single move, everyone was dumbfounded. The scene was like something out of a martial arts drama.

"Handsome, damn handsome! Worthy of being the man Che Xiaoxiao fancies," Che Xiaoxiao remarked admiringly, almost drooling as she spoke.

"A teacher gives such a sense of security. If only my boyfriend were as domineering as the teacher," a girl said wistfully. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have rushed into a relationship; then, she might still have a chance at this moment.

"I can't take it, I'm going to faint."

Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties, and naturally, beauties love heroes as well. In the face of such a domineering and powerful Hao Jian, all the girls were powerless to resist.

Hao Jian's fists and feet flew, sending soldiers sprawling in all directions. In just ten minutes, all the soldiers lay on the ground.

The crowd no longer knew how to describe their feelings at that moment. It was even more thrilling than watching a Hollywood blockbuster.

Because those Hollywood blockbusters are all fake, but this was real.

Seeing an unharmed Hao Jian, they all had the illusion that this guy might be the reincarnation of the Martial God.

Hao Jian picked up his clothes from the ground, put them on, and then walked towards Zhang Zhijun. Zhang Zhijun and his men were already stunned, and when they saw Hao Jian approaching, they even forgot to run away for a moment.

Hao Jian stood in front of Zhang Zhijun, his eyes cold as he looked at him.

"Gulp."

Zhang Zhijun swallowed his saliva, his expression one of fear, he looked pitifully at Hao Jian. Though he said nothing, his eyes seemed to plead with Hao Jian to spare him.

"Think having numbers is impressive?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

Zhang Zhijun hurriedly shook his head, nearly wetting himself with fear. At first, he also thought having numbers was impressive, but now it seemed damn clear that having real skills was truly impressive.

Hao Jian's solo combat ability was too strong, so strong that Zhang Zhijun couldn't comprehend if he was still human.

"No, of course, having numbers is impressive, but unfortunately, your opponent is far too strong," Hao Jian said with a smile.@@novelbin@@

This statement was arrogant, but Zhang Zhijun knew it was the truth.

Hao Jian alone could match a platoon, no, perhaps a company, or even a battalion!

At this point, Zhang Zhijun just wanted to cry. Fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations, what kind of ****** have I provoked? I'm just a man, did you really have to make me confront a god?

"I was wrong. I won't meddle in this matter anymore. You can do whatever you want with these two people, I won't interfere," Zhang Zhijun said to Hao Jian.

At this moment, he could only sacrifice pawns to save his king, a reluctant decision to make. It was better for the buzz-cut drill instructors to take the beating than himself.

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"Camp Commander!" both the buzz-cut instructor and the skinny dark instructor immediately had mournful faces as they looked at Zhang Zhijun, almost bursting into tears in their urgency.

"Crying out for what, you brought this trouble on yourselves, so you should bear the consequences!" Zhang Zhijun scolded angrily, hating these two incompetents to his core.

If it weren't for them stirring up such a terrifying existence, would he have to lower himself like this, talking to him like a dog?

"Teacher, could you please let me off the hook?" Zhang Zhijun asked with a face full of forced smiles.

"Slap." Hao Jian slapped him across the face and cursed, "Are you damn Nationalist Party?"

The Nationalist Party, where officers in battle surely hide at the very back and abandon their soldiers at the first sign of danger.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to take me to a military court?" Hao Jian asked with a cold smile.

"I wouldn't dare anymore, I wouldn't dare," Zhang Zhijun said, shaking his head with his hand covering his face. How could he dare to do that now? Wasn't that seeking death?

"Boss." At that moment, Yu Ou rushed over quickly from the school entrance, glancing at the soldiers lying on the ground, he clicked his tongue twice, "Did you do all this?"

"Mm-hm." Hao Jian nodded indifferently but still kept his gaze on Zhang Zhijun.

"Hey, Zhang Zhijun, what are you doing here?" Yu Ou asked in surprise, as the Yu Family held a pivotal position in the Military Department, and he naturally knew this Zhang Zhijun.

"Young Master Yu." Zhang Zhijun put on a bitter smile. When he heard Yu Ou call Hao Jian 'Boss,' his legs nearly gave out and buckled beneath him.

This guy was actually Yu Ou's boss? Wasn't he just an ordinary instructor? This was just not fair.

Formidably powerful, with a deep and obscure background -- he wasn't just kicking an iron board, he was ramming his head against a wall!

"Holy shit, don't tell me you're the one who was looking for trouble with my boss?" Yu Ou exclaimed in amazement.

"Yes," Zhang Zhijun answered unwillingly.

The smile immediately vanished from Yu Ou's face, replaced with a cold tone, "I heard you were about to be promoted, right?"

Zhang Zhijun's gaze became vacant as he looked at Yu Ou, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.

"I think you should go back to the lower levels for more polish. In a while, I'll have my dad arrange for you to go to the countryside to inspect the people's conditions," Yu Ou spoke.

Zhang Zhijun fell to his knees with a thump, sobbing and sniffling, "Young Master Yu, I know I was wrong, please spare me this once." Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

For Yu Ou to send him to the countryside meant that he would never see a day of success in his life. It was not easy for him to get to his current position, and just as he was about to be promoted, being demoted now would render all his years of hard work in vain.

"Don't kneel to me; you didn't offend me," Yu Ou replied expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhijun instantaneously shifted direction, turning to Hao Jian, kowtowing three times and knocking his head nine times on the ground, "Mr. Hao Jian, I was blind to Mt. Tai, I looked down on people from my lowly position. A noble person does not remember the offenses of a lowly person, please spare me this time?"

Zhang Zhijun kowtowed so hard that his head started bleeding.

He had to kowtow with all his might for fear that Hao Jian might doubt his sincerity.

Everyone around was stunned. This drastic 360-degree turn was hard for them to take in. Zhang Zhijun, who had just been high and mighty, threatening to have Hao Jian killed, was now begging like a dog.

At this moment, the students and instructors looked at Hao Jian with curiosity and awe, all wanting to know exactly who Hao Jian was and why even Zhang Zhijun, the camp commander, was afraid of him.

"How are you going to deal with these two?" Instead of responding, Hao Jian looked towards the buzz-cut instructor and the skinny dark instructor.