Chapter Twenty-Two

  The special forces who were sleeping soundly were "awakened" by a smoke bomb and then began the day's competition schedule.

  Just as the black man said, the next day was indeed a fighting match. The breath that Li Nan had been holding back all along was waiting to be assigned to the same group as the black man who used to look down on him. He wanted to teach him a lesson and let him know that Chinese people would not tolerate any humiliation, especially the Chinese people.

  But not everything can go as one wishes, but fortunately, he is at least in the same group as Yang Zhongliang, which means that he will have a high and low exchange with Yang Zhongliang. Although Yang Zhongliang is not a master of fighting, he has rich experience. If it's a real life-and-death fight, Li Nan may not necessarily have an advantage.

  The competition venue was set in a muddy field, starting with Li Nan vs. a member of the British Royal Special Forces team. Li Nan didn't understand the British fighting style at first and was forced to almost no counterattack, but gradually grasped the British soldier's route. Although he was big and powerful, like an ox, his reaction was not agile enough, and his lower body was unstable. Li Nan dodged left and right, slowly consuming his physical strength. The British soldier became furious, shouting: "Come on, are you a coward? Then go back to your China!"

  Li Nan didn't fall for it this time, he knew the British soldier was provoking him. He also said: "They say the British are gentlemen, but it seems that's not true, how can they curse at people as soon as they open their mouths?" While speaking, Li Nan moved left and right, front and back, making the British soldier only hear his voice but unable to see him, starting to feel dizzy. Li Nan seized the opportunity and made a sweeping kick, the British soldier only felt that something had tripped him and he heavily fell to the ground, feeling like the earth was shaking. This time the British soldier started roaring and rushed towards Li Nan in a frenzy.

  Li Nan saw an opportunity and made another sweep of the leg.

  After being knocked down three times in a row, the judges on the judging table all started laughing.

  An American brigadier general asked the officer next to him: "Is this a Japanese or Korean?"

  "When the instructor replied that he was a Chinese, he said: 'This Chinese is very humorous, as if playing a game with him.'"

  When he was knocked down for the fifth time, the British soldier finally couldn't get up again.

  Group 1, China's No. 8 wins. After the game, Yang Zhongliang and others encouraged each other, Li Nan's opening gave everyone confidence.

  The second Chinese player was Yuan Shuai, who was paired with a Russian player. The match was without suspense from the start, as 5 seconds after the opening, Yuan Shuai kicked the Russian player's temple with a back kick, knocking him out on the spot.

  The most exciting match was Yang Zhongliang's against the black man.

  The individual combat capability of the SEAL team members is really unbeatable. Yang Zhongliang only had a defensive role, if it weren't for his rich experience in the arena, he would have been knocked to the ground long ago. However, despite being experienced, he still took a lot of damage, and Yang Zhongliang's chest was hit by a punch, although he dissipated some of the attack power, but still felt suffocated and short of breath. The black man took advantage of the situation, grabbed him, lifted him high above his head, and slammed him to the ground fiercely. Yang Zhongliang lay motionless on the ground.

  Yuan Shuai and the others below looked anxious, loudly calling out to Class Monitor and Yang Zhongliang. Yang Zhongliang slowly got up, almost unable to stand steadily. The black man looked at him with disdain.

  "Strength is born from the ground, weight is in the mind, energy flows through the body, released at one point, hardness transforms into softness, all relying on gentle force, borrowing force to use force, a thousand pounds of falling, transformed into nothingness."

  Yang Zhongliang calmed down slowly after hearing Yuan Shuai's password. The black man punched his face again, like a gust of wind, Yang Zhongliang was no longer dodging alone, but at the same time he lightly hooked the black man's right foot with his right foot as he stepped to the left. The black man had already used all his strength in this punch. His right foot was suddenly hooked, and he fell to the ground like a dog eating mud.

  He suddenly kicked a flying foot at him. Yang Zhongliang still dodged to the left and grabbed his right foot with his hand, pulling it back, causing the black man to lose his balance and be heavily thrown to the ground again.

  Originally, the judges on the rostrum were optimistic about the "Seal Team". When they saw Yang Zhongliang twice use a strange method to knock down the black man, their eyes gradually turned to Yang Zhongliang. This little Chinese guy. (Actually, Yang Zhongliang is not small either, 1.8 meters tall and over 160 pounds. But compared to these tall and strong black men, he can only be considered a small guy.)

  This time, the black man didn't dare to underestimate Yang Zhongliang again and didn't dare to attack rashly. And Yang Zhongliang started attacking, he secretly took a deep breath, vaguely feeling a bit of pain in his chest, but this did not affect his movement of energy.

  Chinese Kung Fu is different from Western martial arts in that it emphasizes both internal and external training, which is something that foreigners will never fully understand.

  Yang Zhongliang slowly slid forward, and when he was about one meter away, he lifted his right foot and kicked it towards the black man's knee. The black man lowered his head to defend himself, but Yang Zhongliang continued to kick upwards towards the black man's waist. The black man quickly straightened up, covering his waist with both hands, but Yang Zhongliang retracted his leg and kicked again, this time aiming for the black man's head - a standard Li San Tui kick. This time, the black man was unable to defend himself, and his head was heavily kicked once. He felt dizzy, and his eyes were filled with golden stars. After stumbling a few times, he barely managed to steady himself. Yang Zhongliang immediately followed up with a sweeping leg, knocking the black man to the ground. The black man struggled for a moment before being unable to get back up again.

  At this time, the American lieutenant general on the rostrum said to the instructor next to him, "Why do all Chinese use this trick?"

  The instructor shrugged and said, "I'd also like to know, but this move is indeed very practical, isn't it?"

  Yang Zhongliang, as he fell to the ground, his face close to the black man's, almost touching his nose. The black man was startled and quickly covered his own face. Yang Zhongliang said softly, "Don't worry, I won't attack you while you're down. That's not our style - we do things openly and honestly. I just came over to tell you that you can insult Chinese soccer, but never insult the Chinese people or China. Otherwise, even God can't help you." As he spoke, he extended his right hand, and the black man also stretched out his hand. Yang Zhongliang pulled him up.

  The first hand-to-hand combat match was won by the Chinese team, but this did not attract attention from other countries. In their eyes, the equipment of the Chinese soldiers was outdated and cumbersome. In the subsequent 8-hour 200-kilometer long-distance raid competition, they carried a load two times heavier than special forces from other countries, which was almost at the limit of human physiology.

  How would a young Chinese special forces soldier write this legendary tale of iron and blood?