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The Dog Tooth Club Captain couldn't find any substantial evidence and didn't press the matter too hard. Moreover, Lu Fei Fan had been putting in a lot of effort during training today, leaving a decent impression on the Dog-like Captain.
A Teng and Niu Dali's bunk yielded no results either, as all their belongings had been taken away by Lu Fei Fan. As for what they were planning to do with the stolen items, A Teng and Niu Dali had no idea.
The other members of the dormitory suffered as a result; one person's mistake led to collective punishment. The entire dormitory was forced out by the officers for a night-time cross-country training session several kilometers away. They were already exhausted, and now they faced another grueling ordeal.
When they reached Chu Wei Lan's dormitory, Chu Wei Lan had just returned from the restroom, rubbing his stomach and looking somewhat uncomfortable. However, Lu Fei Fan peeked out from the doorway, stroking his chin with a mischievous grin, eager to watch the unfolding drama.
The Dog Tooth Club Captain conducted a quick inspection around the room. Chu Wei Lan stood aside with the others while the Captain casually rummaged through Chu Wei Lan's bed. As he pulled back the blanket, several magazines tumbled out.
The Captain paused for a moment, then pointed at the bed and asked, "Whose bed is this?"
"Mine," Chu Wei Lan replied calmly, "but those things aren't mine."
The Dog-like Captain clearly didn't believe him. Ignoring his explanation, he bent down to pick up one of the magazines. "Tsk tsk tsk, not bad at all—this is the latest issue of Feng Hua Xue Yue Kan. Confiscated."
"Sir, these aren't my belongings," Chu Wei Lan argued coldly.
"If they're not yours, are they mine?" The Dog Tooth Captain shook the magazine in front of him without showing any mercy. "Drop and give me a hundred push-ups!"
Chu Wei Lan gritted his teeth but ultimately chose to comply as he looked at the Dog Tooth Captain.
In the distance, Lu Fei Fan was delighted, thinking to himself that this was what he deserved for being so cocky earlier.
After finishing the room checks, the Dog Tooth Club Captain finally led a few officers out of the completely sealed dormitory. He then pulled down the gate to cut off power, leaving those fellows who had prepared numerous entertainment activities in private to curse under their breath as they reluctantly went to bed.
Soon, the sounds of snoring filled the dormitory as the occupants fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the training under the Dog Tooth Club Captain and Devil Style. Most of them collapsed onto their beds, barely able to keep their eyes open.
However, one person remained awake. In the dim light of the night, a head peeked out from the dormitory door. After glancing around and confirming that no one was watching, the figure quietly slipped out of his room, moving with such practiced ease that it was as if he had done this a thousand times before. His movements were swift and stealthy.
This sneaky figure was none other than Lu Fei Fan.
He darted over to a nearby dormitory, fiddling with some tools at the door until it swung open. He crept inside and approached a cabinet near the door, whispering to himself in a tone only he could hear, “Strange, where is it?”
His attention then shifted to one of the beds in the room. He tiptoed over and rummaged around for quite some time but ultimately found nothing and decided to give up.
Exiting the dormitory, he gently closed the door behind him, his actions seamless and silent.
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him.
“Still awake at this hour? Sneaking around like this is quite an unusual hobby.”
Lu Fei Fan froze in place, caught red-handed. He turned around to see who it was—standing there was Chu Wei Lan, with long black hair, leaning against the wall and observing Lu Fei Fan closely.
With a smirk, Chu Wei Lan raised two exquisitely crafted Long Barrel Pistols in his hands. “Looking for these?”
Lu Fei Fan stroked his chin, eyeing this rather formidable young man. He chuckled and replied, “I can’t believe you figured it out. But how did you know I would come to steal your ‘guns’?”
“I didn’t know at first,” Chu Wei Lan admitted. “But when you framed me during the room check earlier, I sensed something would happen tonight. So I decided to wait outside. I didn’t expect it would be you. From the moment we disembarked, I had a feeling we would end up clashing.”
“Alright then. Since I’ve been wanting to take a swing at that pretty face of yours for a while now, let’s get this started!” Lu Fei Fan shrugged his shoulders and cracked his neck as he warmed up.
Chu Wei Lan looked at him, his expression dark. "Let's change places."
"Sure, you choose," Lu Fei Fan replied, unbothered, exuding an air of confidence as if he was ready for anything.
Thus, Chu Wei Lan led Lu Fei Fan to a public restroom on the floor. The two of them even worked together to clear away any obstructive clutter. Once they were done, they stood facing each other, ready for a standoff.
"What do you want to do?" Lu Fei Fan asked Chu Wei Lan.
"Earlier on the ship, I saw your fighting skills were decent. Let's keep it simple and straightforward—let's settle this with our fists," Chu Wei Lan said as he carefully placed his beloved guns aside. He then stripped off his outer clothing, revealing a fitted tank top that showcased his solid muscles, proving that he was no easy target.
"Then I’ll gladly take you on!" Lu Fei Fan quipped as he launched an attack with a move called 'Waves Crashing Against Rocks,' charging directly at Chu Wei Lan.
Chu Wei Lan dodged backward, and in response, his palms transformed into countless shadowy strikes that surged forward with fierce momentum, creating a whooshing sound as they cut through the air. It was clear that Chu Wei Lan wasn’t holding back against Lu Fei Fan!
But Lu Fei Fan wasn’t afraid at all. He shifted his feet, deftly avoiding the attacks and maneuvering around to Chu Wei Lan's back. He threw a punch aimed at his back, but instead of retreating, Chu Wei Lan advanced, catching Lu Fei Fan off guard as he sought to gauge Chu Wei Lan's true strength.
However, when Lu Fei Fan's fist connected with Chu Wei Lan's back, it felt like hitting a wall of solid sponge; the impact rebounded back at him. Fortunately, Lu Fei Fan hadn’t used Pulse Energy; otherwise, he would have been the one at a disadvantage since the force would have bounced back onto him.
In an instant, Chu Wei Lan spun around and executed a sweeping kick that sent Lu Fei Fan stumbling backward several steps after barely managing to block it.
"Very good!"
Chu Wei Lan flexed his limbs as if he had merely been warming up moments before.
Lu Fei Fan didn’t waste any more time or let his guard down; he recognized that Chu Wei Lan's fighting skills were indeed superior to those of any opponent he had faced before. Thus, he launched into a fierce offensive.
Lu Fei Fan's moves were bold and expansive, flowing like a river, seemingly full of openings. The air crackled with the sound of his strikes, his momentum fierce, like a mountain crushing down.
However, Chu Wei Lan remained calm and collected, his hands moving effortlessly to precisely deflect Lu Fei Fan's combat techniques. With a surge of spirit, he unleashed the unique soft striking technique of the Chu Family, each move flowing seamlessly into the next, resembling a graceful dance. In an instant, he seemed to be enveloped in a veil of light.
Lu Fei Fan's fists were charged with Pulse Energy, creating explosive sounds as they struck the air, but he showed no signs of retreat.
Bang!
The two separated briefly before colliding once more.
The exchange of attacks was nothing short of spectacular; their offensive and defensive maneuvers were perfectly balanced. The clash between brute force and soft strikes created a vivid spectacle, fierce and intense.
Outside the corridor, someone needing to use the restroom scratched his head in confusion. As he approached the door, he suddenly heard a cacophony of sounds from within, startling him into retreat; he dared not enter.
Inside the restroom, neither fighter was aware that their fierce battle had scared off a potential visitor in the middle of the night. After an intense flurry of attacks and close combat, Lu Fei Fan and Chu Wei Lan finally separated, retreating to their respective corners. They exchanged glances and began circling each other, seemingly searching for weaknesses.
Lu Fei Fan touched his cheek where it burned from a recent blow delivered by Chu Wei Lan. It stung fiercely; had he not dodged quickly enough, he might have been left disfigured. That pale-faced opponent was indeed ruthless. Although it appeared that there were openings in his defense, they were clearly intentional traps set by Lu Fei Fan to lure attacks toward his face.
Across from him, Chu Wei Lan rubbed his shoulders and stomach in discomfort. He felt a dull ache in his limbs and was surprised to discover that Lu Fei Fan's fists felt like solid steel—hard and painful. He had taken several hits that left him reeling.
"Bring it on!"
With that battle cry, Lu Fei Fan charged forward again. This time, his strikes were more forceful than before; the power behind them was significantly enhanced compared to their earlier exchanges. His fighting style had become even more ferocious.
In contrast, Chu Wei Lan maintained his softer approach, continuously deflecting Lu Fei Fan's assaults while using his opponent's momentum against him. This strategy caused Lu Fei Fan to repeatedly find himself at a disadvantage. Although Lu Fei Fan's combat techniques were agile and fluid, with feints leading to heavy blows, it took several exchanges for Chu Wei Lan to fully assess the situation.
"To be able to master the Military Combat Technique to such an extent is truly impressive," Chu Wei Lan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Lu Fei Fan adjusted his breathing, gritting his teeth as he touched his chin and neck, nearly twisting his neck and shattering his jaw. Fortunately, he managed to land a punch on this Fellow, using a shameless tactic of trading blows. Looking at the large bruise on that pretty face, which resembled a woman's, he felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Hehe, it's mutual. I've been practicing martial arts since I was three and mastered all eighteen weapons by eight! I excel at dealing with flashy moves like yours," Lu Fei Fan boasted, unwilling to lose face in front of others.
"Hmph, your skin is tougher than your punches," Chu Wei Lan retorted coldly. "Let's see how I deal with you!"
"Come on, you sissy!"
"What did you say!"
"I called you a dead fairy!"
"You're asking for it!"
"Bring it on!"
The two engaged in a fierce battle in the restroom, completely disregarding any formal techniques. They used whatever moves they could muster. Chu Wei Lan's style was quite eclectic, incorporating both the Military Combat Technique and his own unique soft striking methods. The combination of fierce and flexible attacks left Lu Fei Fan in quite a predicament.
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