The First Volume Fifth Chapter Flying Four Hundred Meters

  What is needed in the army is not only responsibility, but also passion. When it was said that the team leader's guard would compete with the notorious "fierce" pig breeder, almost everyone rushed to the training ground. Some soldiers who had tasks or unfinished work begged their comrades to watch carefully and then tell them the result.

  In the military camp, there is an unwritten but almost every soldier knows that the rules of the competition can be tested through various combat skills. In this case, the team generally takes a supportive attitude towards private fights, which are absolutely not allowed. Therefore, in general, such competitions are still very common, but it's not often seen to see a good fight like the one between the squad leader and the guard.

  The two sides of the training ground were packed with people at some point, and Xiao Li, standing in the middle of the field, was surprised to discover that when Chen Yang stood on the training ground, his entire demeanor changed. The anger, stupidity, and confusion on his face all disappeared, and he looked very casual standing there, but Xiao Li felt a sense of pressure.

  Confidence!

  Absolute confidence.

  Xiao Li found it hard to imagine why Chen Yang thought he could win against him, but it was undeniable that the somewhat disgusting smile on Chen Yang's face had put a lot of pressure on him. After doing some simple warm-ups, Xiao Li glanced at Chen Yang and said, "Alright, what do you want to bet?"

  Chen Yang's mouth curled up: "Cut the crap, Comrade Security Guard. Since you can be a security guard, you should be familiar with combat. Let's just get straight to it. Don't show off those fancy military boxing moves, just use whatever techniques you have. That way, if you lose, you won't say I bullied you."

  "What did you say!" Little Li was somewhat infuriated: "You ignorant kid, do you really think military boxing is just for show? That's been verified by countless soldiers..." Chen Yang waved his hand to interrupt Little Li's words: "What's the point of saying those things, come on, do you want me to use one hand?"

  The crowd watching the battle was in an uproar when Chen Yang said this, and the team leader's guard opened one hand. What a joke! That's not an ordinary new recruit. If it were said that Little Li let Chen Yang go with one hand, these people might still be able to accept it. But if it were said that Chen Yang let Little Li go, the joke would be too big. After all, Chen Yang had only been in the army for just over a year, and most importantly, he was a "breeder" who had been transferred to the breeding base after his training subjects... Ah... seemed to have nothing to do with combat anymore.

  In such a situation, wanting to win against Little Li was already quite unbelievable, but he actually still boasted loudly, saying that he would let Little Li use only one hand. This brought about a burst of hisses, but after the hissing died down, there were even more people jeering.

  Xiao Li's face turned red with rage, glaring at Chen Yang who was expressionless. But in an instant, he seemed to think of something and suddenly said: "Do you want to have a fight with me? Forget it, let's just compete in the 400-meter hurdles instead."

  "Hiss......" The surrounding area was filled with hissing sounds, the 400-meter hurdles, this is a project that makes all warriors "vomit", and some warriors even think that they can run past the 400-meter hurdles with their eyes closed...

  Chen Yang's mind was wandering with some thoughts, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Whatever, it's better than nothing."

  The sky had darkened at this time, and the visibility on the training ground was not good. However, this obviously could not stop the match between the two people. The two people standing on the same starting line were like arrows on a bowstring, even in the dim twilight, they could be seen clearly, these two people, very serious!

  Unfortunately, the surrounding soldiers who were watching, although many, only had sparse cheers. In fact, this can't be blamed on the "audience" for not being enthusiastic, mainly because they are too familiar with these 400-meter hurdles, at most, two people completing the action in a standard way, using a little less time, really can't arouse their interest.

  Chen Yang turned his head and looked at Little Li standing aside: "Who's first?" Little Li was stunned for a moment, then understood Chen Yang's meaning. It seemed that he was ready to have a timed race with Little Li. Little Li smiled and indicated for Chen Yang to go first. Chen Yang didn't hesitate either, stretched his hands and feet, and then indicated for Little Li to start the countdown.

  Get ready with the stopwatch, as soon as Little Li's voice "start" sounded, Chen Yang's body was like a sharp sword rushing out, a short 100-meter sprint, almost in the blink of an eye it was over. Then, on the triple jump pit, he perfectly performed the swallow three dips, those light and agile steps, smooth movements, made Little Li nod his head involuntarily. This kid, although a bit crazy, is not entirely useless, at least this triple jump, if he were to do it, probably couldn't be done so elegantly.

  As for the surrounding warriors, few could see how formidable Chen Yang's three-step stance was. However, afterwards, in Xiao Li's bitter smile, these warriors who hadn't seen anything special began to wail, because when crossing the trench, Chen Yang's body suddenly leaped high into the air, making a movement similar to a large roc spreading its wings, and even made a brief pause in mid-air.

  Wow! That's the only way to describe it, military pants, white vest, and bronze-colored muscles suspended in mid-air, seemingly like metal, Chen Yang, seemed like a sculpture that could only appear in an exhibition hall, flashing with thrilling light, if there were girls here, this one move would probably trigger countless screams.

  It's a pity, though - everyone here is just a "lightweight", so all he can hear are beast-like howls.

  When crossing the low wall, Chen Yang's movements were somewhat childish, with a single-handed horse-riding action and his legs in a split shape, just like when everyone played horseback riding as kids. On the high board jump platform, he instead used both hands and feet, if one had to describe it, the movement was more like a wolf running wildly, that kind of jumping was not something humans should do.

  On the single-plank bridge, Chen Yang's movements became even more bizarre, almost a replica of the balance beam action in gymnastics competitions, fluttering like a butterfly. When he jumped off the single-plank bridge and cleared the high wall obstacle, the training ground fell silent, with only the gentle breeze brushing against his ears and the slightly urgent breathing sounds of the warriors.

  The high wall was an obstacle, requiring a step up. Many warriors had shed tears in front of this great wall, and it was impossible to count how many. But for Chen Yang, the wall was insignificant. His movements were no less impressive than those of the flying heroes in martial arts films. He leaped high, grabbed the top of the wall, and then kicked off with both feet on the wall surface. With a burst of strength from his arms, he seemed to defy gravity, standing upside down in a beautiful pose as he flipped over the wall. And then, under the stunned gaze of the warriors, he flipped past them.

  Some people couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, and many rushed to the back of the high wall. It wasn't just one or two people who didn't believe Chen Yang would emerge unscathed from that situation. Before they could even run halfway, Chen Yang had already flipped back over the high wall, his movements still smooth and effortless.

  Xiao Li's mind was put at ease, but then the anger that arose in his heart became somewhat uncontrollable.

  Under the single-plank bridge, Chen Yang continued his "gorgeous" style around the pole, not simply passing by like an ordinary warrior, but a series of varied front flips. When coming down from the high platform, he used a side somersault.

  At this time, the warriors' eyeballs have been completely attracted by Chen Yang in the training ground. The 400-meter hurdles, indeed anyone can run, but running so dazzlingly, I'm afraid only he can do it. Not only does he run beautifully, but his stunning and thrilling movements are also beyond imagination.

  The warriors had already secretly expected it, expecting the performance of this fierce meat pig breeder. Sure enough, when passing through the hole, he performed a scene similar to "jumping through the fire ring" in the circus, with his whole body flat in the air, like a javelin shooting through the hole. Immediately after, a front roll stood up and rushed towards the trench. The action was still perfect, and almost in the blink of an eye, he saw him flipping out of the trench. The five-step stake that followed made these warriors who had already seen "awesome" feel a bit dull. However, the 100-meter dash that followed immediately after, his entire body almost formed a 120° angle with the ground, and the "smoke screen" rising from under his feet left them stunned.

  Rushing past the finish line, Chen Yang ran a few more steps due to inertia. When he turned back and stood beside Little Li, his eyes gleamed with a teasing light that almost made Little Li lose control and abandon the idea of beating him up. Instead, Little Li coldly snorted and handed the stopwatch in his hand to Chen Yang, who was panting like a big dog lying in the sun.

  Among the cheers of the warriors, Chen Yang's score came out, 2 minutes and 3 seconds. This score is really rubbish to the extreme, but if others use his action to pass the 400 meters, whether they can pass or not, this score alone, I estimate that only a few people in the country can achieve it.

  Chen Yang looked at Xiao Li with a pleased expression and said with a grin: "It's your turn now."

  A word of nonsense: My speed is really embarrassing, I've written 6 versions of this chapter and still feel unsatisfied. To be honest, when it comes to writing fantasy novels, I can produce over 2000 words per hour, but for this type of text, I think it's better to take my time and think carefully before writing. It's a sign of respect for the warriors, after all, this is not something that can be taken lightly or exaggerated, even in fantasies, there are limits to what can be done. It's better not to write at all. I hope everyone understands. Also, in a few days, once my current tasks are completed, my speed should pick up. For now, the number of collections is very low, so for those who still think this book is barely readable, please give it a collection, or else...

  Xiao Li's face turned cold: "Nonsense! If you don't keep your books, where will you find them next time?"