Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 892 - 891: Nothing But a Frog in a Well

Victory! Victory! Victory!

In the next several hours, no matter what type of contest Dong Aiguo proposed, Hao Jian accepted them all. Regardless of how many opponents, Hao Jian defeated every single one!

First, in the running competition, he achieved an overwhelming victory by lapping the special forces triplets twice, finishing the ten-kilometer course in just sixteen minutes!

Then, in the assassination contest, even though he faced a total of twenty special forces soldiers, Hao Jian dealt with all of them without revealing his presence, thus claiming victory in the third round.

With each competition Hao Jian passed, Dong Aiguo's expression grew darker. By the final team battle, Hao Jian faced ten opponents alone and used a single sniper rifle to defeat them all.

Dong Aiguo's face darkened to the point that it seemed water might drip from it. The fury in his gaze at Hao Jian was no longer concealed but an unrestrained glare of rage.

In response, Hao Jian merely smiled faintly. What did Dong Aiguo's mood have to do with him? The phrase "Paths differ, so we do not work together" perfectly described their situation. Even if Hao Jian emerged victorious in the end, and even if there was pressure from higher-ups, the two of them could never cooperate.

The grudge of killing one's son is not easily dissolved. Furthermore, with Dong Aiguo's personality, forgiving Hao Jian was even more impossible. Even with superiors restraining him, once Dong Aiguo could no longer suppress his anger, he wouldn't care about authority or orders anymore.

Now, Hao Jian understood he had to display his power to the fullest extent, ensuring Dong Aiguo realized he was not someone to be trifled with. If Dong Aiguo sent people after him, the resulting consequences might even be too much for Dong Aiguo to bear.

"If you have any more tricks, bring them out. And you, old man, should stop watching from here—I'm afraid it'll ruin your health!" Hao Jian said, walking out of the training ground. His eyes slightly lifted as he noticed the fuming Dong Aiguo in the stands and couldn't suppress his laughter. As his laughter echoed, Dong Aiguo's face grew even darker.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Seeing Hao Jian secure yet another win, Dong Aiguo immediately turned and berated the special forces soldiers behind him. His bloodshot eyes caused the soldiers to visibly shudder, except for Cheng Yi, who scratched his head and courageously offered an explanation: "Sir, it's not that we're useless—it's that guy who's too strong…"

Upon hearing this, all the special forces soldiers instinctively nodded. But they quickly realized the trouble this might bring and hastily shook their heads. Some even clamped their mouths shut, feeling a strange sense of schadenfreude.

Cheng Yi's straightforwardness often got him into trouble. Whatever was on his mind, he would blurt out, regardless of timing or circumstances. As a result, he had offended many officers in the past. The only officer who tolerated him was Dong Aiguo; otherwise, Cheng Yi and his brothers might have already been expelled from the military district.

"You were all beaten in your respective specialties by a single man, and you still lack any drive or ambition?! If this isn't useless, then what is?!"

Dong Aiguo's low growl left every special forces soldier suppressing a sigh of frustration. It wasn't that they didn't want to win—it was that the opponent was simply too strong. Hao Jian defeated them all with overwhelming force. No matter how they analyzed it, they couldn't fathom how they could possibly grow strong enough to surpass him.

"Ling Bing!"

Faced with his men's helpless expressions, Dong Aiguo could only grit his teeth and roar.

"Whoosh!"

As his voice fell, a ripping sound pierced the air. From a dark corner, a tall figure suddenly stepped out, silently standing before Dong Aiguo.

This person was 1.8 meters tall, dressed in camouflage fatigues. His exposed skin radiated raw power, and his eyes gleamed with a frightening intensity. Though not as imposing as Dong Aiguo's, his aura was still formidable.

This was Ling Bing—Dong Aiguo's personal bodyguard and his strongest subordinate. A legend in his own right, Ling Bing had once defeated the most elite fighters in the entire military district, earning him the title of the district's number one warrior.

However, some years ago, he mysteriously disappeared. No one knew where he went, except for military higher-ups, who guarded the secret of Ling Bing's whereabouts.

Since then, he had been by Dong Aiguo's side as a shadow and protector. Wherever Dong Aiguo went, Ling Bing followed, even guarding him discreetly during private moments like bathing.

Originally, Dong Aiguo hadn't planned to reveal this trump card. But with no other options, he had to bring Ling Bing forward. Hao Jian had already defeated him in five or six matches. Any further losses would not only strain his pride but also draw pressure from Secretary Zhang and the Ministry of Defense.

Most crucially, Dong Aiguo's reputation was on the line. Nearly everyone capable of fighting in the military district had fallen to Hao Jian, leaving only Ling Bing.

"It's him—Ling Bing!"

"Why did Elder Dong bring him out?! This is going to be intense! Years ago, Ling Bing challenged all the top fighters in our district and defeated them one by one. I didn't even last half a move against him back then!"

"Looks like Elder Dong is truly enraged. Ever since Ling Bing became his bodyguard, we rarely got to see him. Judging by how sharp he still looks now, it seems he hasn't changed at all!"

Ling Bing's appearance sparked hushed discussions among the soldiers. These men were trusted confidants of Dong Aiguo, and thus aware of Ling Bing's role and mysterious past.

Rumors had circulated in the military district that Ling Bing had ventured out to challenge masters or even died on a mission. These were deliberate deceptions spread by Dong Aiguo's men to mislead others into thinking he lacked protection.

"Hao Jian! This will be the last match. If you can defeat this man by my side, I will return the goods you asked for in full!"

Dong Aiguo's voice roared across the stands as he pointed to Ling Bing, who stood motionless beside him. From the moment Ling Bing arrived, he had only cupped his hands in salute. He stood as still as a statue, exuding an overwhelming presence.

"The man behind Dong Aiguo is Ling Bing," Secretary Zhang whispered to Hao Jian, his pupils contracting in shock. "Five years ago, he was the number one warrior in this district. After earning that title, he vanished, and rumors claimed he sought new challenges or was assassinated while on a mission."

"But now it seems all of that was just a cover-up by Dong Aiguo. For years, Ling Bing has been by his side. No wonder Dong Aiguo always travels alone—who would dare provoke him with someone like Ling Bing as his bodyguard?"

Upon seeing Ling Bing, Secretary Zhang grew wary. Afraid Hao Jian might underestimate his opponent, he quickly explained, "Be careful. This is Ling Bing—the former number one warrior! If I was confident about your previous matches, this time, I'm not sure at all…"

"Haha, it's been a while since I've heard the term 'number one warrior.'" Hao Jian's eyes narrowed slightly. From Ling Bing, he sensed a chilling, dangerous aura.

Still, Hao Jian didn't think the so-called number one title was well-deserved. In his mind, true legends, like the God of Death, were in a league far beyond these competitors.

"You're strong!"

Finally, Ling Bing spoke after a long silence, his cold voice devoid of emotion, carrying an icy edge like eternal frost. There was no warmth, only a bone-chilling coldness.

"Oh? I think… you seem too weak."

Hao Jian stood casually, hands behind his head, strolling in place with an air of indifference as he sized up Ling Bing and chuckled.

"Whether I'm weak or strong, you'll know once we fight!"

Nobody had ever dared call Ling Bing weak. Hao Jian's words ignited his fury. Ling Bing's half-closed eyes snapped open, unleashing a wave of killing intent as sharp as a sword, hurling toward Hao Jian. His voice carried an unmistakable edge of anger.

"A frog in a well…"

Though slightly surprised by Ling Bing's tangible killing intent, Hao Jian quickly dismissed it. This level of focus could only come from someone with significant war experience and major achievements.

Yet, to Hao Jian, such talent seemed wasted—like a frog trapped in a well. If Ling Bing had sought challenges instead of becoming Dong Aiguo's loyal shadow, his potential could have reached far greater heights.

Now, however, his strength merely made him a local legend in the military district. Were he to face true global powerhouses, he likely wouldn't survive three moves.

"This match will have no rules," Dong Aiguo declared, his voice filled with authority. "The only condition is no fatalities. Use whatever means—assassination, sneak attacks, anything. There will only be one person left standing in the end!"

As tension filled the air, killing intent spread across the field.

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