The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

C67 – Winner Xu Yangyi

“The match is over?” Ji Guangming shared the same confusion as the rest, but Rosen’s clenched fists hinted at deeper emotions without elaboration.

Since Rosen didn’t speak, Ji Guangming turned his attention to Hee Jingyan. At that instant, a smile curved Hee Jingyan’s lips, suggesting he was in high spirits.

Ji Guangming’s surprise deepened; the situation was becoming less clear to him.

Following that, a collective exclamation of astonishment rang out as everyone spotted Xu Yangyi, who was now positioned on Tank’s turret with a gun pointed directly at its head. He regarded Tank with a brilliant smile, almost as if he gazed down from a towering height, rendering the once-mighty tank inconsequential.

“Unbelievable!” To perch on the barrel of Tank’s weapon, this… “

“Considering wind speed and gravitational forces, both are incredibly formidable. Even as spectators, we could sense the fierce determination emanating from the screen, yet he chose to confront the challenge with such audacity. And not only that…” and he succeeded. ” It’s beyond belief, truly not something an ordinary person would attempt. Most people would do their utmost to evade it, and if unsuccessful, would halt. After all, this is only a practice match, so risking one’s life isn’t necessary. The very essence of a practice match is to recognize one’s own shortcomings and advance from there.

“This demands a composed judgment and acute dynamic perception. Otherwise, even a minor miscalculation could spell doom for Tank’s crew. It’s simply audacious!” “This kid…” Isn’t he afraid of dying? Or… could it be he was confident of victory from the beginning, thus sidestepping the intricate considerations we’re grappling with?

The soldiers were flooded with mixed emotions. Despite Xu Yangyi’s slight frame, he embraced the challenge fearlessly. They couldn’t overlook the pressure before and after, as if it didn’t burden their hearts unnecessarily.

Silence abruptly fell in the air. Not a word was spoken. Heads lowered, furtive glances were exchanged. Perhaps an acute sense of shame gripped them. These were stalwart soldiers, steel-hearted in the army, yet today, they stood defeated by Xu Yangyi, the boy who outwardly seemed fragile.

Rosen cast a glance at the once boisterous soldiers behind him, now hushed, then turned his gaze to Hee Jingyan, whose eyes gleamed with an underlying smile.

Had the colonel known the extent of this kid’s prowess all along? Was that why he allowed the match to transpire without interference? Moreover, he even invited the soldiers to observe. Was he avoiding squandering precious teaching opportunities?

As he watched Xu Yangyi effortlessly descend from the signboard, Tank’s frustration grew into gnashed teeth. His eyes welled with unshed tears, for this wasn’t solely a competition; it was a wager involving the collective pride of the entire Dragon Riding Team. Yet, victory slipped away so effortlessly.

Witnessing Tank’s expression, Xu Yangyi suddenly found his triumph hollow. He understood that Tank had staked his very dignity. He remained silent and headed toward the exit.

Simultaneously, the broadcast initiated: the practice duel between Tank and Xu Yangyi, with the latter emerging as the victor.

Usually, the cheers would reverberate through the surroundings. Yet, the soldiers, though not disheartened, found their enthusiasm wane. It wasn’t because they had lost heart, but rather because they silently resolved to intensify their efforts. They told themselves they weren’t lacking strength, only more diligence.

Having watched Xu Yangyi’s match, the soldiers gained clarity regarding their own inadequacies and the path they must tread moving forward.