Chapter 10

Listen! A formidable opponent!

Absolutely a formidable opponent!

This was Xie Yixin's feeling at this moment. In fact, not just her, but all the students present felt the same way. Ferren's stamina was truly monstrous.

As one of the three major combat experts of Huangzhukeng, Xie Yixin was even more aware of what such monstrous stamina meant.

Stamina is the foundation of all foundations. No matter what combat technique, without a long-lasting stamina, it cannot be powerful.

"Looks like I have to end this battle with him quickly," Xie Yixin muttered to herself, waving her hand to let Ferren join the line.

Next, Madam Xie did not immediately challenge Ferren, but instead finished the firearms training class properly.

After announcing the dismissal, Yi Li immediately came over and said, "Arlen, your gun skills are pretty good!"

Ferren had been in the cycle space for a long time and learned two things: one was relentless killing, and the other was hiding his true abilities. In response to his roommate's praise, he humbly said, "Not bad!"

"Since you think you're not bad, why don't we have a competition?" Xie Yixin's voice came from behind them. Although it was not loud, all the students who had not yet dispersed heard it and quickly gathered around, eager to watch the show.

Now, Ferren couldn't even think of a way to escape. He instantly changed his strategy and sneered, "Instructor, it's not appropriate for you to compete with a student, is it? It would look like you're bullying a junior!"

Xie Yixin was speechless and, after a moment, blurted out, "What are you afraid of? I'm not challenging you to a gun fight, but a combat match!"

Ferren's face showed a look of realization, and he suppressed a laugh, "Madam, how was my performance in today's firearms class? Did I make any mistakes?"

"Um, not bad, you didn't make any mistakes!" In front of everyone, Xie Yixin couldn't give a dishonest answer.

"Then that's settled. Class is over now, and I don't think you have any reason to keep me here, Madam?" Saying this, Ferren bowed to her, "I must take my leave!" He then pushed through the crowd and left the shooting range amidst numerous boos.

"Tsk, coward!" Xie Yixin felt a bit smug and shouted at Ferren's back, but deep down, she felt increasingly indignant. Could someone who could defeat Ren Gaofeng head-on be a coward? Could it be that he just didn't bother to act?

After Ferren completely disappeared, everyone dispersed. Yi Li quickly ran out of the shooting range and caught up with Ferren, saying, "Arlen, are you really afraid of that arrogant girl? Or are you afraid of losing?"

Ferren glanced at him and said coolly, "How could I lose to that meatball? But if I win her in public, I might offend all the male students in the same batch."

Yi Li was taken aback and then said, "Damn, you're too cunning!"

During dinner, Ferren, as usual, went to Old Ren's dorm for extra meals.

"How's it going?" Ren Gaofeng asked.

"What do you mean, how's it going?" Ferren asked while eating.

"Didn't the hot-tempered girl challenge you?" Since Ferren and Xie Yixin didn't end up fighting, the challenge didn't reach Old Ren's ears.

"Challenged, but I refused..."

Before Ferren could finish, there was a loud "bang" as the door to Old Ren's dorm was violently kicked open. It might be more accurate to say it was kicked, as the door was kicked open by Xie Yixin.

Old Ren's face showed a slight displeasure, but he didn't say anything, just nodded at the hot-tempered girl.

"Slam!"

On the contrary, Ferren, unable to contain his anger, slammed his hand on the table and scolded, "Xie Yixin, this is not working hours. Please respect others."

Xie Yixin was momentarily taken aback by Ferren's cold and stern demeanor. When she recovered, she argued, "I never knock on the door when I come to Brother Feng's place. Besides, you are not yet a formal member of the Hong Kong police force, just a student, and you are always subject to the orders of your superiors!"

"OK, what does Madam want from Sir Ren?" Ferren asked with a sneer.

Xie Yixin was taken aback again. It was now mealtime, followed by free time for the students, and then the police academy would turn off the lights. If she said she came for Ferren, based on their previous encounter at the shooting range, Ferren would definitely use mealtime as an excuse to dodge her. The hot-tempered girl couldn't help but feel frustrated.

In a dilemma, Xie Yixin turned her gaze to Ren Gaofeng. Old Ren quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Xiao Fei, Madam Xie is a martial arts enthusiast. Why don't you just spar with her a few times? Once she gets her fix, everything will be fine."

Ren Gaofeng's words had a hidden meaning, alluding to Xie's father. Ferren had no reason not to understand, and his eyes instantly turned sharp as he glared at Xie Yixin, "Madam, you haven't said anything. Could it be that you're not here to see Sir Ren, but to challenge me?"

With the words out, Xie Yixin didn't hesitate to admit, "Yes, so what? If you really don't dare to compete, I'll let you off for Brother Feng's sake!"

Ferren wagged his finger and said, "Madam Xie, I think you've got it wrong. It's not that I don't want to compete, but I find a single combat match too boring."

Xie Yixin's eyes twinkled, "Then how do you want to compete?"

"Simple. Since you teach firearms, let's have a gun assembly competition," Ferren proposed casually. "Mix the parts of two guns on a table, blindfold ourselves, and grab the parts. Whoever assembles the gun first wins!"

"Fine, let's do it. Brother Feng will be our witness!" Xie Yixin agreed.

"Hold on!" Ferren waved his hand, "I won't compete without a stake."

Ren Gaofeng was taken aback, fearing that Ferren might propose something unreasonable, and quickly said, "Arlen, this..."

"Hey, Brother Feng, don't speak," Xie Yixin interrupted, excitedly saying, "Since you mentioned a stake, if I win, you have to..."

"Whatever you want!" Ferren said proudly, "And my condition is simple. If you lose, I want to be exempt from firearms training, and you can't harass me during my time at the academy!"

"Harass?!" Xie Yixin almost lost her temper.

Ferren, however, had no interest in her angry expression and said coolly, "If you agree to my conditions, we'll compete. If not, forget it!"

Xie Yixin gritted her teeth and spat out, "Deal!"

Seeing that the two had made up their minds, Ren Gaofeng couldn't say much more. He sighed, pulled out a table for them, and brought two short guns with empty magazines and two handkerchiefs.

Xie Yixin was the first to stand by the table, picked up a short gun, and quickly disassembled it into parts. She then raised her chin and gave Ferren a defiant look.

Ferren didn't care, stood opposite her, and with one hand picked up the remaining gun. He casually shook it a couple of times, and the entire gun disassembled into pieces.

Xie Yixin and Ren Gaofeng were instantly petrified, almost popping their eyes out.

"Cough, cough!" Ferren cleared his throat, bringing them back to their senses, and then asked, "Madam, are we still competing? If you don't want to, I'll let you surrender and lose half, as long as you don't harass me in the future!"

This was a highly mocking statement, and Xie Yixin didn't even think before responding, "Of course we're competing! Even if you disassemble the gun faster, it doesn't mean you can assemble it faster!" In reality, the key to this competition was grabbing the parts, and the hot-tempered girl was counting on this.

Seeing her agree, Ferren said no more and reached out to mix the parts on the table, then took a handkerchief.

Xie Yixin, not to be outdone, also reached out to mix the parts and took a handkerchief.

The two looked at each other and blindfolded themselves.

"Sir Ren, please start the countdown!" Ferren said.

"Sure," Old Ren replied, "I'll count to two and then say 'start.' Do you have any questions?"

Ferren and Xie Yixin said in unison, "No!"

"One..."

Xie Yixin clenched her fists, already having a plan. She intended to give Ferren a big surprise.

"Two..."

Ferren's lips curled into a strange smile. His smile made Ren Gaofeng uneasy, and he hesitated for a moment before shouting, "Start!"

As soon as the word was out, Xie Yixin swung her right fist at Ferren's face, while her left hand swept across the table, trying to scatter the parts so that neither of them could assemble a gun.

It must be said that the table where the gun parts were placed was just a small dining table, less than an arm's length in both length and width. If she couldn't dodge in time, Xie Yixin's fist would definitely reach Ferren's face.

Unfortunately, Ferren seemed to have anticipated this move. His left palm swiftly moved, creating a series of afterimages, and with two slaps, he knocked Xie Yixin's hands away.

Although Ferren's force was somewhat restrained, it was still too much for Xie Yixin. She felt as if struck by lightning, let out a painful groan, and her hands involuntarily swung backward.

Without any mercy, Ferren's right hand took advantage of the situation, grabbed Xie Yixin's neck, and lifted her off the ground.

"Ugh!?"

Xie Yixin immediately felt suffocated, followed by a surge of asphyxiation. She instinctively raised her hands, which Ferren had slapped, and tried to pry open the rock-solid hand that was choking her. In the process, she accidentally pulled off the blindfold.

Ren Gaofeng was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that he was momentarily frozen in place.

Ferren, with his right hand holding Xie Yixin, didn't let his left hand idle. He quickly felt for the parts and, in less than ten seconds, completed the gun assembly with one hand.

Xie Yixin struggled in Ferren's grip, her eyes bulging larger and larger, partly due to lack of oxygen and partly from the shock of seeing the incredible one-handed rapid gun assembly.

"I win!" Ferren calmly announced, pointing the assembled gun at Xie Yixin's forehead, then let her down and slightly loosened his grip.

Xie Yixin finally breathed in fresh air, the redness on her face began to fade, and her legs almost gave out when she