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Chapter 348 Disastrous Failure
It didn't take much effort; a vacant lot was cleared out by everyone working together.

The poor, skinny soldier was practically pushed and shuffled in. When he stood before Tielan, he was like a frozen log, his limbs almost unresponsive, his panic written all over his face.

Tielan, sitting opposite, took in all of this, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with disdain.

Both sides stood in place, and the general in charge didn't waste any words. He swung his arm down sharply and roared, "Begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tielan pounced on him with a ferocious grin on his face, like a wild beast that had been provoked. He used both fists and feet, his attacks were fast and fierce, and even the sound of the wind carried a murderous aura.

Seeing this, the skinny soldier was terrified. He couldn't even raise his arms to defend himself, let alone fight back, and was forced to retreat in a sorry state by Tielan.

"Is that all you've got?" Tielan punched the man in the chest, making him stagger. She laughed contemptuously: "After listening to your rambling excuses, I almost actually believed you."

The soldiers watching were furious to see their own men so pathetic!

"Damn it! What are you hiding for? What happened to all the training we had you doing? Is this how we taught you to fight? To be a coward?"

"Fight back! Fight back, you bastard!"

"Don't you know what that bitch just said? How can you act like this as a piece of trash as you do to the brothers who died?"

The skinny soldier's mind was a jumbled mess, bubbling and gurgling. It wasn't that he didn't want to fight back; he was simply too cowardly. Seeing that Tielan was taller and more aggressive than him, he didn't dare to retaliate at all.

Meanwhile, Tielan was becoming increasingly adept at handling the situation. She spotted an opening and delivered a vicious kick to the man's chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Then, like a mother leopard spotting her prey, she nimbly pounced on him and pinned him down.

The battle was over. Tielan had completely taken control of the situation, and ending the fight was just a matter of a thought for her. The soldiers watching were so angry that they stamped their feet and cursed loudly.

But Tielan didn't use her full strength; a cruel pleasure, like toying with her prey, appeared on her face. She rammed her knee into the chest, then suddenly raised her hand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
She actually used both hands to slap the thin soldier several times.

The thin soldier on the ground was stunned for a moment, then his face turned a deep purplish-red, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. He instinctively wanted to yell, "You..."

Snapped!
Another slap landed precisely on his face, silencing him.

Tielan looked at him with a smirk, then leaned down and whispered mockingly in his ear, "Did you hear that? Your good brothers are cursing you! They told you to fight back, so why don't you do something? Why are you like a dead dog? Hahaha!"

The humiliation of Tielan was like boiling oil poured on his heart. The thin soldier began to tremble all over, his breathing became as rough as a broken bellows, as if his whole body was collapsing.

Tielan, however, seemed to be admiring some beautiful sight, growing increasingly smug. She swallowed hard, spitting a thick wad of phlegm squarely into the soldier's face, and declared in a judgmental tone, "This is your fate! You are destined to be trampled underfoot by us women! Generation after generation, you will never rise above your station!"

"Ahhh!"

At that moment, the phlegm on his face, Tielan's contempt, and the brothers' piercing curses all mixed together, exploding in his mind like a barrel of gunpowder, burning away his reason and fear.

He let out a beastly roar, and a force far exceeding his usual strength suddenly erupted, forcefully sending Tielan, who was pressing down on him, flying away!

Tielan never dreamed that this soft persimmon would suddenly explode. She was thrown to the ground by the brute force, and the back of her head hit her so hard that she saw stars. She was completely confused for a while.

Before she could react, the skinny soldier had already pounced on her, pinning her to the ground and unleashing a flurry of punches into her face!

After a brief silence, the surrounding soldiers erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers!

“Great job!!”

"Beat them! Beat them to death! Give them a good beating!"

The skinny soldier was throwing punches haphazardly, having completely forgotten what he had practiced in the past.

He was practically a wild beast now, devoid of any reason, only wanting to vent all the humiliation he had just suffered in his fists and punch that face again and again!

The dull thud of fists hitting flesh grew heavier with each strike, each punch feeling like it was going to shatter bones!

“You… ah! You beast! How dare you…” Tielan was initially filled with horror, but was then consumed by boundless rage. She twisted and turned desperately, trying to break free.

But in the face of the already crazed, frail soldier, and the frenzy caused by the surge of adrenaline, her strength was negligible.

The soldiers around them, watching this scene, felt a sense of relief, as if they had drunk a large glass of ice water on a sweltering summer day, and they roared even more enthusiastically.

"Yeah! Smash it in her face!" "Kill this son of a bitch! Avenge our brothers!"

The shouts of his comrades were like adding fuel to the fire, and the thin soldier's fists fell even harder.

Before long, Tielan's resistance weakened, and his curses turned into screams filled with sobs. His once arrogant face was now a mangled mess of flesh.

The dogmas she believed in, the theories she had been brainwashed and indoctrinated with by the Third Princess, were utterly worthless in the face of these impenetrable fists.

When she met those bloodshot eyes and saw the pure killing intent within them, she was finally afraid. She realized that this man really would kill her!

"Stop hitting me! I beg you...stop hitting me!" Her voice, mixed with blood and froth, became shrill and grating. "I lost! I surrender! You fucking stop now!"

However, the thin soldier could no longer hear her voice.

Seeing that her surrender and pleas for mercy were useless, it seemed that the other side was determined to kill her.

Fear instantly overwhelmed her, and Tielan completely broke down. Snot, tears, and blood streamed down her face as she began to beg for mercy in a hoarse voice.

"Please, spare me...please spare me..."

"I'll do anything... please... make him stop..."

The surrounding soldiers initially watched the spectacle with amusement, but when they saw that Tielan had already admitted defeat, the thin soldier still showed no sign of stopping, and they realized that something was wrong.

"Quick! Pull him away!"

One soldier lunged forward to pull him off, only to find the man's strength terrifying. He quickly called for a companion, and together they finally managed to drag the frail, crazed soldier off of Tielan.

At this moment, Tielan was curled up on the ground, breathing weakly, his face a bloody mess, and his features were indistinguishable.

The thin soldier who could be dragged away was like a shark that had seen blood. He hadn't come to his senses at all and was still struggling desperately, roaring in his throat, wanting nothing more than to rush back and tear Tielan to pieces.

The two soldiers holding him up had their veins bulging, and they were using all their strength to barely control him.

Seeing this, Meng Xiao stepped forward, grabbed the thin soldier by the collar, and without saying a word, slapped him several times across the face.

Snapped!Snapped!
These blows were loud and decisive, making the thin soldier tremble all over.

At this moment, the madness in the latter's eyes slowly faded. He stared blankly at Meng Xiao in front of him, then looked down at Tie Lan on the ground, and then at his own fists covered in sticky blood.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, as if he had just realized what he had done.

His body suddenly went limp, and if it weren't for someone supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground. He looked at Meng Xiao, his lips trembling, and stammered, "General...I..."

He couldn't utter a single word; he had never been so out of control in his entire life.

Meng Xiao wasn't really angry; those slaps were just meant to wake him up. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, he smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Alright, get back to the team."

The thin soldier felt as if he had been granted a pardon; his legs finally regained some feeling, and he managed to stand up, limping away with the help of his comrades.

Meng Xiao then slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Tie Lan, who was curled up on the ground.

He strolled over and stopped in front of Tielan.

Tielan felt the shadow above her head, and her body trembled even more violently. She wished she could bury her face in the ground so that no one would see her in this terrible state.

“Now,” Meng Xiao asked, “tell me again, who is more powerful, you or us?”

Tielan's lips trembled uncontrollably. Hearing the question again, she felt a burning sensation on her face, as if she were being whipped. She could only turn her head away, not daring to look at him.

Looking at her pathetic state, Meng Xiao's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust.

Being weak is nothing to be ashamed of. Stupidity can sometimes be overlooked. But if someone is both stupid and wicked, yet utterly weak and vulnerable, then that kind of person truly disgusts one to the core.

"Find a doctor to take a look at her," he said coldly, turning his head away in disgust. "Don't let her die."

(End of this chapter)