Lin agreed to the wolf team's special Recruit, Trent's condition. She agreed to go on a date with him if he can win Yang Dao in a spar. She put her dignity on line for the boy. This made Yang Dao very irritated. He turned around and looked at Lin. He said, "A woman is not an object to be put at stake. Since you have done this already. I will have me at your feet like a scum he is."

His words made the women happy, but Trent clenched his jaw. Yang Dao called him a scum in front of everyone. He said, "Humph, hypocrite, do you not like beautiful women or are you just posing to be the righteous one in front of them?"

Yang Dao undid the holster on his thigh and said, "Those who cannot differentiate between appreciation of beauty and staining it with lust are scum. Everyone here can see what emotion you had in your eyes. Don't put your dirt on everyone else. Come, let us spar."

The boy held his gun holster in his hand and walked over to Talen. he saluted and said, "Long time no see, Senior Talen."

Talen smiled and saluted back, "Long Time no see, Captain Dao."

The boy extended his holster and said, "Sir, can you please hold it for me?"

Talen took the holster in hand and sighed. He said, "You surely treat your arms right." He was impressed with the quality of the leather. The boy scratched the back of his head. He was not aware of what Talen was talking about but he could not say so, to reveal his ignorance.

Handing over the gun to Talen, he walked over to meet the opponent. Trent was a boy with a height of six feet. He had a well-muscled physique as well. Yang Dao stood in front of him looked very vulnerable. Well, our boy here was chiseled and not buffed.

The two people stood across from each other. An instructor walked over to play the referee. This person belonged to a neutral party. So the judgment was going to be fair. The man said, "The rules are clear, no serious injuries to be inflicted. Stop once the opponent taps out."

Yang Dao nodded with his eyes locked onto Trent. The latter also nodded with a smirk on his face. The referee said, "Start."

And he backed off. Yang Dao did not take the initiative. He never underestimated the opponent. Trent, as a special recruit, definitely had some capital, plus even if he used the cheap move to injure Lin. It worked against a veteran. That showed his skills were not meager.

Trent saw that Yang Dao did not move and did not take a stance. He was confused. Not taking a stance made him feel the boy was confident in his skills, but why did he not attack.

This was Yang Dao's play with his mind. Trent wanted to move forward, but he was confused. Just as the guy clenched his jaw and decided to resolutely attack. Yang Dao moved. He approached Trent from his right-hand side. Just as the latter was ready to intercept. Yang Dao took a step back and jumped in the air. He swung and delivered a roundhouse kick.

Trent did not expect such a quick change, but he was ready. He rais his arms to block the kick. However, he was in for a rude awakening. The kick was as if a car struck him. Trent could not help but take a few steps back to regain his balance. Yang Dao landed and how could he let go of such a chance?

He charged forward to Trent. The speed was fast and his movement was sharp. Yang Dao waved his punch, aiming right at the face of his opponent. Trent raised his hand to block, but he covered his eyes in haste, blocking his vision. Yang Dao quickly moved like a gust of wind and grappled Trent's waist from behind.

He did not waste any second and lifted Trent from the ground. Then, in front of everyone, he arched his back and slammed Trent on the floor.

BANG...

A loud voice echoed. Trent was a strong man, but the shock from the slam was enough to stun him for a bit. Yang Dao released his grip and stood up. Then he grabbed a hold of Trent's ankle and held it in a lock.

He said in a cold voice, "Give up, or I will break your ankle for sure." with that he applied some force and the latter woke up from his daze. He whined and tried to kick off Yang Dao with his other leg. A few kicks landed on Yang Dao.

He was irritated. Trent sensed the grip on his leg loosening a bit and was about to continue his assault when Yang Dao turned his body over. He maneuvered his body over Trent's and held both his legs in a lock.

Yang Dao looked at the referee and said, "If he put up anymore struggle then I will break his leg. This is a spar. If he tried desperately, I will not hold it back."

The people around all nodded. His point was correct. Why would you try so desperately in a practice match with the purpose to learn? The referee saw that Yang Dao was serious. He said, "Trent, give up. It is not worth you to suffer a fracture. I assure you the intensity will not be less than a communicated fracture."

Trent froze. He did not want to believe, but he was dealt with by a younger boy in such a manner. He came one year later than the others in his college but he was the best in terms of military skills. Yet, he was beaten like this by a junior. Shameful, but helpless. he raised his hand and tapped the floor.

Yang Dao let go of him and stood up. Trent stood up, but suddenly he felt his feet were numb. He fell again. He whined in pain. the soldiers in his team came forward and checked. The guy with a thick beard said, 'It is a normal sprain. Take him to the infirmary."

Suddenly a cold voice sounded, "He has yet to apologize to my Senior Lin. He cannot leave."

Everyone recalled the bet they made earlier. The speaker was Yang Dao, and his gaze at the bearded man was filled with anger. How could he not see that this team of shameless people was trying to cover for themselves.