Chapter Twenty-Five Training (Three)

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  "Begin!" The instructor shouted loudly and pressed a button, launching a circular disc into the sky.

  Bang! The gun went off, and the plate shattered. Three American soldiers had just raised their guns, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Kim Ji-hoon with calm expression in unison. The bearded man also let out a soft whistle. I took a closer look around, and finally stared at the smoking muzzle of Kim Ji-hoon's gun, only to confirm that he was the one who hit it!

  "Begin!" The instructor pressed the button again.

  Bang! The three American soldiers looked at Kim Ji-hoon with shocked faces again, and once again they had just raised their guns. The disc was hit by the opponent! Maybe the first time was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, but what about the second time?

  Kim Joon-oh calmly put down his gun and stared at the sky, I laughed. Without saying a word, it was clear that Kim Joon-oh had hit the target again, and looking at the mustachioed general's disheartened face made me even happier than if I had hit the target myself.

  "Triple shot, fire!" Three circular disks were launched into the sky at once.

  "Bang, bang, bang..." A burst of gunfire sounded, and the mustachioed man's face looked a bit unsightly. Three American soldiers stared blankly at the sky, while Kim Jee-joon let out a sigh and lowered his gun. The instructor still had that cold expression on his face, but the mustachioed general was completely expressionless.

  Several people's expressions completely stunned me. At my current level, I couldn't tell who hit it, but why did several people have unsatisfied expressions?

  The big bearded man took a deep look at Kim Jee-joon, waved his hand and said: "No need to compare, the result is already out! Three flying discs, four people shooting together, were actually hit by this kid two times, with a disappointed expression. Alright, four well-trained soldiers are not even a match for a little brat who has just held a gun for a few months, if we continue to compare, I'm afraid our old faces will be completely lost!"

  "Number 16, have you really only received basic shooting training?" The big beard turned around and asked Kim Jee-joon.

  "Yes sir! I haven't even touched a sniper rifle."

  "What are you relying on to hit so accurately?" The big-bearded general asked persistently.

  "Reporting officer, I...I don't know!"

  "Don't know?"

  "Yes, sir, it's... a feeling, I guess. I basically don't need to aim when I shoot."

  "What's going on?" Da Hu Zi stared at Jin Zhi Jun with a shocked face and muttered: "What a terrible feeling!"

  "What about you?" The big-bearded colonel pointed at me: "What are you good at? You can't beat a cleaver, your kung fu must be pretty good!"

  What he said I didn't understand a single sentence, let alone that I had never had a good impression of him, so I raised my head and looked straight ahead without saying a word. Seeing me not speaking, the big beard in the middle of his face was somewhat unbearable, just about to erupt, the instructor came over and translated what he said for me.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Alright, Jack!" A burly sergeant with a thick beard yelled out to a sturdy soldier: "You come and try him! Number 17, this is the best fighter in our base, nicknamed 'Fist King'!"

  Still don't understand, but I know what you mean.

  He arrived at an open space and stared at the burly man in front of him, Jack. An American, judging from his muscular build, he must be practicing boxing or kickboxing. Last time, I had a fight with a kitchen knife, so I have some understanding of their fist methods, which mainly focus on strength, speed, and angle, but lack the subtlety of Chinese Kung Fu. Even a weak Chinese person can defeat a tall Westerner as long as his Kung Fu skills are good enough to take advantage of the intricacies of movement and style.

  Alright! Today, this young master will show off his skills and make a name for himself, letting you foreigners see the true power of Chinese kung fu! With that thought, he casually threw out the starting pose of Wong Fei-hung's Buddha Mountain No-Shadow Kick. Even the pain and numbness in his body seemed less severe at this moment. Mike furrowed his brow, let out a loud shout, and charged forward with a punch.

  I stared at the fist he was throwing, fast and powerful enough to be a real problem if it landed. I quickly dodged to the side, flying in with a sweeping kick that struck him on the back of the neck, but it seemed to have little effect. He simply stumbled forward two steps, twisted his neck, and charged at me again with another punch.

  Looks like I've bitten off more than I can chew again! This kid is a match for the cleaver, but still a bit short. I charged forward to meet him, ducking down to avoid his powerful counterpunch, and landed a solid punch on his abdomen with my right hand. The impact sent Jack, the American soldier, doubling over in pain, and I took advantage of the momentary distraction to straighten up and deliver a vicious knee strike to his head. A loud "thud" echoed through the air as he crashed heavily to the ground.

  Hurray! Gainful return from an expedition!

  Everyone saw me easily take down several sturdy opponents, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. The bearded general's face was expressionless, silently staring at us. Jack gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground, fiercely shaking his head, no longer rashly charging forward, instead opening up his stance to circle around me, looking for an opportunity to attack.

  Not bad, knowing that the initiative can't guess through, use the easy-to-defend and easy-to-attack boxing, while defending against me and waiting for an opportunity to strike! I opened my hand gesture, staring tightly at every move of the opponent.

  Jack took a step closer to me without making any movement, and suddenly threw a punch at me. I dodged the blow by tilting my head slightly. Seeing that his first strike missed, Jack continued to throw several more punches, all of which I easily evaded.

  Several attacks missed, and the opponent couldn't help but feel a little impatient. I seized the opportunity to punch him in the face with a loud bang, which was easily blocked by him. One hit didn't work, and I jumped up again, bending my knees and fiercely kicking his abdomen, which was also blocked by him, but he was knocked back a step by my force. The opportunity had arrived! I flew over with a rear spin kick on his cheek, and as I landed, Jack's body spun around in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground again, and the surrounding crowd let out another exclamation of surprise.

  Several times I knocked him to the ground, Jack couldn't help but get furious, let out a loud roar, crawled up from the ground, jumped high, and kicked me with one foot! So fast! I exclaimed, dodged quickly. After Jack landed, he turned around and flew another kick, fast and ruthless, I hurriedly raised my arm to block this kick, the huge impact force made me retreat several steps before stabilizing my body. Before I could react, his leg swept over again. I took a deep breath, held my horse stance, and swung my hand to block the attack. Just as I was about to counterattack, I suddenly felt my shoulder being tightly clamped by his hand, hurriedly waved my hand wanting to shake it off, but before I could move, I suddenly felt my body being thrown high into the air, landing on a long table selling guns and bullets, and then heavily falling to the ground, with guns and bullets scattered all over.

  I took a deep breath and my already somewhat sore body was dealt another blow, with pain all over.

  "Good! Well done......" The crowd around cheered, and Jack gritted his teeth and charged again.

  Damn it! I let out a loud roar, seeing the opponent rush up again, and ignoring the pain on my body, I quickly got up from the ground, using my arm to support myself on the long table, borrowing strength to jump high and kick him in the chest with one foot. Jack grunted and fell backwards onto the ground.

  We were both seeing red, Jack was just about to get up after falling down, I let out a loud shout and pounced on him, pinning his shoulders down, using all my strength to punch his face several times, instantly his whole head was like a blooming flower, bright red. It felt great while punching, but Jack suddenly let out an angry roar, flipped over and pinned me underneath, then his iron-like fists pounded against my face, after a few punches my head started spinning. In a conditioned reflex, I grabbed onto the fist that was swinging down, he tried to push it down, I tried to push it up, we were competing in strength. Not admitting defeat, his strength was great, I gradually couldn't hold on anymore, so I let go of his hand and dodged my head, his fist heavily pounded the ground, letting out a painful shout.

  I took advantage of the moment when he was unable to exert his strength, and I pulled out my right leg that had been pressed under his body. I placed one foot on his chest. Jack's body fell backwards, and I was secretly delighted, but then I discovered that as he fell, he grabbed onto my shoulder with his clothes, pulling me up along with him. As he lay flat on the ground, my body was directly above his, when suddenly a large foot flew towards my chest without warning, and with almost no resistance, my body soared high into the air, flipping 180 degrees before heavily crashing down behind him.

  I stumbled up, let out a loud roar, and lifted the long table behind me high into the air, throwing it at Jack who had just gotten up. Jack saw that he couldn't dodge in time, so he used his arm to block the flying table. At the same time, I flew forward again, kicking the table that was still in mid-air. The two of us fell to the ground along with the table, but the difference was that the table shattered into pieces as it hit the ground, and my mouth felt a little sweet. On the other hand, Jack flew out for two meters before landing on the ground, then slid for several more meters before stopping, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  "Good! Well done! Beat that bastard to death!" The people around had already been stunned, only Kim Ji-hoon was waving his arm and shouting loudly.

  I tried to get up with my trembling arms, but my hand went soft and I fell back down, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Kim Ji-hoon stopped shouting and rushed over to help me up. I pushed him away and got up unsteadily, not caring if they could hear me or not. Pointing at Jack lying on the ground, I started cursing loudly in Chinese: "Bastard! Get up and keep fighting, are you a man? Son of a bitch, come on!"

  The major with a big beard looked ugly, standing there without saying a word. The instructor waved his hand to the people around and ordered: "The battle is over, send two people to the base hospital."

  My body shook violently, Kim Ji-hoon hurriedly supported me, and together with two other people, they helped me walk out of the shooting range, behind us was Jack being carried out.

  Dog days, we just came to the base for one day and went to the hospital twice!

  Volume 1 is finished, I will upload one chapter of Volume 2 tonight and two chapters every weekend. Thank you for your support!