Chapter 7: The Leap of Quality (Part 2)

  "Big brother, why are you carrying an extra five kilograms in your cross-country run every day? Aren't you tired enough?" asked Situ Jian.

  "Physical strength is achieved through hard training, and combat skills are also acquired through hard training and actual combat. There's no other way. I have a premonition that our future missions will not be easy, only by making ourselves stronger can we better complete our tasks."

  "I agree with that. Boss, I found out that the guy named Ximen Ding, he's carrying even more weight than you by 5 kilograms. With so much weight, he can still eat breakfast every day, what a physically abnormal guy!" Si Tu Gang stretched his waist and spread out the quilt, saying.

  "There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky, this saying is not false at all." Another person in the same dormitory said, "On the shooting range, He Lian Guang's marksmanship is also on par with Zhang Hang, I heard he has made up his mind to surpass you."

  "I also know about this," said Situ Jian, "It's said that his grandfather was a skilled hunter with excellent marksmanship, almost hitting the target every time."

  "That's great, I'll find an opportunity to practice with him." Zhang Hang was itching for a good opponent to spur himself on to continuous improvement.

  Moreover, he also has his own goal, which is to defeat the martial arts instructor in the martial arts gym.

  "Some people are just born with a better aura than others, it seems that us ordinary folks have no choice but to bury our heads and work hard."

  "Jin Hui, stop sighing. You're not bad yourself. Back in school, you even hacked into the principal's computer. We have to admire your skills, and your audacity is impressive. I think if you had a foothold, you'd dare to flip the earth over."

  "Alright Ah Jian, are you praising me or mocking me?"

  "Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

  Just as Sze-to was about to retort, he heard a loud angry shout from outside and hastily shut his mouth.

  Ever since two unlucky guys were punished by their instructor until 2am for chatting behind the dorm, no one dared to do it again.

  For a month, Zhang Hang has been constantly practicing his physical strength. Every night when he lies in bed, the scenes of the fight that afternoon would replay in his mind like a movie, filtering out some unnecessary moves and finding the most effective way to attack.

  Gradually, comrades found that Zhang Hang seemed to have changed every day, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what the change was.

  Only the instructor knows that Zhang Hang's current combat skills have surpassed many of his teammates.

  Now, he is not only physically stunning, but also always makes accurate judgments before his opponent attacks him and makes the most reasonable dodge.

  His moves were not only swift and effective, but he would never waste a single bit of his strength.

  It seems that his cultivation is advancing towards the ranks of top-notch masters, a level that ordinary people would normally take six to eight months to achieve.

  Now it's probably that no one is his opponent, the coach looked at the team members training on the field, except for Chu Zhan, who seemed to be able to compete with Zhang Hang.

  From the third month onwards, Zhang Hang had already defeated all his teammates.

  Chu Li was his strongest opponent. With insufficient physical strength, he was already at a disadvantage and would likely lose within five rounds.

  Who would have thought that at this moment, Chu Shi would take out a small bottle from his pocket, tilt his neck and drink it all in one gulp. After that, Chu Shi's combat power suddenly increased by 20%, and Zhang Hang won narrowly.

  It was later learned that Chu Li drank wine, and it was 48 degrees of Erguotou.

  What a weird guy!

  By the fourth month, Zhang Hang was already able to withstand a fierce attack from five comrades at once without falling behind.

  Ouyang Qiushui's all-out learning battlefield first aid and general medical methods are no longer needed by Zhang Hang now.

  However, the instructor patted her shoulder and said: "Learn well, when you get to Zhao Zilong's hands, you will use it eventually."

  One sentence made everyone's heart feel hairy.

  Six months later, news of the first student in history challenging a combat instructor spread throughout the training camp.

  Arena

  Zhang Hang's open challenge to the martial arts instructor was like a heavy bomb, exploding earth-shatteringly in the training camp.

  The originally spacious martial arts hall is now packed with people, crowded to the point where not even a needle can be inserted.

  In the center of the martial arts hall, a space about twenty feet square was surrounded by people. Their faces were filled with inexplicable excitement, as for the first time since the training camp was established, a trainee dared to challenge a martial arts instructor.

  Regardless of success or failure, it is enough to create history!

  Due to the intense and almost harsh training he usually gave to his students, this unfortunate martial arts instructor who became the challenger surprisingly had no supporters. The hundreds of people in the gym all cheered for the challenger - Zhang Hang, hoping that he could defeat this instructor with the nickname "Evil Millstone" on the training ground and vent their frustrations.

  "Come on, boss, go for it, knock him down!"

  "Right, boss, knock him down and prove to the school flower that you're a real man!"

  Situ Jian and Situ Gang shouted loudly at Zhang Hang on the field.

  "Nonsense! Who would choose such a troublesome method, I think the boss must be using the orthodox way to prove to Ouyang Qiushui what a real man is!" Wang Zhiqiang said with a sly smile.

  His words brought a burst of laughter.

  Ouyang Qiushui's face turned bright red as she glared at him fiercely before turning her head to look at Zhang Hang.

  On the fighting arena, five minutes have passed, but both sides only exchanged one move, a simple yet intense move: two iron fists first came into contact with a fierce collision!

  After one move, the two men on the scene looked at each other, both looking for weaknesses in each other to take advantage of.

  Just now, Zhang Hang felt that the instructor's iron-like fist contained a strange force that dissipated some of his full-strength strike power. Immediately afterwards, he felt a surge of great force suddenly coming from the opponent's iron fist.

  The instructor's ability to use the "four ounces moving a thousand pounds" technique was not surprising, but what astonished Zhang Hang was that the instructor could integrate this skill so well with offense, just as he had finished releasing his own strength, the power within his fist surged in to take advantage of the opening.

  Zhang Hang knew that if it wasn't for his own strong explosive force and sufficient follow-up, he would have fallen into a disadvantage with just this one move. The opponent's relentless and fierce attack would then ensue, until he was defeated!

  No wonder he's an instructor, it's really not just for show!

  On the other hand, the instructor was also surprised by Zhang Hang's super strong explosive power and endurance, and did not dare to make a move!

  Luckily he had unloaded part of his strength from his fist, if he had taken it head-on, let alone counterattacking, even his figure would have swayed.

  This kid is indeed talented, no wonder he dares to challenge himself!

  Replace with others, under one's own fist, the figure will inevitably reveal a flaw, and oneself will launch a fierce attack without giving the opponent a chance to breathe, until oneself wins!

  A master's move, and a slight mistake can be a matter of life and death!

  So seeing Zhang Hang's sturdy figure, he didn't dare to make a rash attack.

  "Zhang Hang, come on, fight quickly!"

  "Zhang Hang, think about how he has deprived you of the right to eat breakfast time and time again, beat him up! Beat him hard!"

  Zhang Hang completely ignored the shouting around him, his eyes fixed tightly on the instructor, and so far, there was not a single flaw in his opponent's entire body.

  The instructor's muscles were tense all over, and the explosive power inside his body could burst out from any part of his body at any time. It can be imagined that his defensive strength must also be far beyond that of ordinary people.

  For the first time facing such a strong opponent, Zhang Hang's eyes gleamed with intensity, his blood boiling, and his fighting spirit expanding infinitely.

  His body began to make various fake movements without stopping, slowly approaching the instructor.

  Seeing Zhang Hang's eyes filled with intense fighting spirit and his flashing figure constantly approaching himself, the instructor knew that his opponent's fierce attack was about to arrive.

  Defense counterattack is the instructor's most skilled trick, his "borrowing force to unload force" method is second to none in the military, so his anti-strike fighting ability is also stronger than that of a general martial arts master.

  There have been many enemies who suffered greatly in this regard, until they finally lost their lives.

  The instructor nodded, and with a swift movement, he dodged Zhang Hang's quick right fist. At the same time, his right hand swung out to block Zhang Hang's left hand. In a flash, the instructor took a step forward with his right foot, coordinating with his left elbow at a 45-degree angle to strike Zhang Hang's chest directly.

  Zhang Hang originally did not expect a combination of punches to hit the instructor, his goal was to lure the instructor into action, only in this way could he find the opponent's weakness and deliver a fatal blow.

  He didn't expect the instructor's counterattack to come so suddenly, although he was slightly surprised in his heart, his body didn't flinch at all. With a sidestep, he dodged the instructor's elbow strike and simultaneously covered his head with his right hand, making a "click" sound as he blocked the instructor's right fist.

  His right fist was blocked, but it did not affect the instructor's attack. His right hand changed from a fist to a claw and landed on Zhang Hang's shoulder, exerting force as his right leg suddenly swept towards Zhang Hang.

  Zhang Hang's shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if it was wrapped in steel bars, and for a moment he couldn't shake it off. He muttered to himself, "Not good!" Just then, the instructor's right leg swept over like a shadow, and Zhang Hang could only raise his own right leg to meet it.

  Two hard right legs collided solidly in the air, producing a loud "crack" sound.

  Heaven knows whether it was two legs or two iron sticks colliding that produced the sound.

  As he collided, the instructor's other hand also landed on Zhang Hang's other shoulder, without any hesitation. The instructor's leg swung up again, fiercely colliding with Zhang Hang's abdomen.

  Whoa! This is Muay Thai!

  This instructor who normally doesn't show any mercy and only knows how to torture people in various ways can actually do Thai boxing!

  And it's used so skillfully, obviously a master!

  I only have the fighting skills of sweep, push, block, hook, cut and hang, all of which were taught by him. I really don't know if I can fulfill my wish to defeat him!

  Zhang Hang was surprised in his heart, but his will to fight had increased infinitely. His hands didn't stop for a moment, blocking the instructor's consecutive kicks one after another.

  Both sides' attacks were as swift as lightning, with no extra movements. The onlookers around them watched in awe, cheering and whistling wildly.

  Only Ou Yang Qiu Shui had a tense face, her hands tightly clenched together, with sweat all over her palms, which she was completely unaware of.

  "Big brother, counterattack, quick counterattack!"

  "Zhang Hang, quickly grab him and throw him down so hard he'll be eating dog shit!"

  "Keep a distance, don't get close to him, his Muay Thai is most suitable for close-range attacks!"

  Zhang Hang knew that at this moment he couldn't afford to relax for a single moment. If the instructor's legs hit him once, he would be lying on the ground.

  He also knew that the instructor's Thai boxing was suitable for close combat, and he wanted to open up distance attacks. However, now that he was on the defensive, he could only passively defend himself and fight with his physical strength.

  It wasn't long before the power coming from his opponent's legs made Zhang Hang clearly feel that the instructor's physical strength had decreased, and Zhang Hang also gradually reduced the force of his double-handed block.

  He knew this must be an instructor's trick, and as an instructor, he would never drop his guard after just a few physical exchanges.

  As Zhang Hang had expected, the instructor knew that if this continued, even after a hundred or two rounds, they would still be unable to determine a winner. So he intentionally reduced his attacking strength, both to conserve energy and to numb Zhang Hang, waiting for an opportunity.

  Seventeen or eighteen rounds later, Zhang Hang suddenly let out a loud roar, hugged the instructor's thighs with both hands, and followed up with a beautiful somersault in mid-air, his right foot's heel heavily smashing down from above.

  Everyone saw clearly that just as Zhang Hang's right foot was about to land on the instructor's head, the instructor dodged his head to the side and the hands that were previously on Zhang Hang's shoulders immediately grasped his right foot.

  Even so, the instructor still underestimated Zhang Hang's explosive force that suddenly appeared in the air. His body flashed and he took a step back to resolve the power on Zhang Hang's leg, losing the best time for counterattack at the same time.

  Zhang Hang took advantage of the momentum, using his right hand to borrow force and adjust his body shape in an instant. His legs then used force again to sweep towards the instructor's lower body as he retreated backwards.

  This series of actions was smooth and natural, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times, without a hint of awkwardness.

  "Awesome, boss!"

  "Awesome!"

  In a string of cheers, Zhang Hang became more and more courageous, using various fighting techniques flexibly, like mercury pouring to the ground. Occasionally, he would throw in one or two strange moves, making it difficult for the instructor to counterattack, leaving no chance for a comeback. All that could be seen was move after move, borrowing force to deflect force, defending with all his might.

  "Alas!"

  The crowd let out a cry of surprise, watching as Zhang Hang's fist was about to hit the instructor, but he pulled and led it, causing all of Zhang Hang's strength to be directed into thin air.

  "Wow! As expected of an instructor, this is also possible!" The crowd sighed in admiration.

  Zhang Hang was apparently unaffected, and the sudden storm-like attack made people gasp for breath. Everyone held their breath, eyes wide open, ready to witness a miracle being born!

  Zhang Hang's iron fist finally struck the instructor's chest, and the instructor only felt that his chest was hit by an iron hammer, and he couldn't help but hold his breath for a moment. His originally not-so-agile body became even more sluggish.

  "Ah, finally you can't rely on your strength anymore! Take this hit and see how long you can last.

  Steward Gang shouted loudly at the scene: "Older brother, add more strength, take him down!"

  After three rounds.

  The same part was hit again, and the instructor "dang, dang, dang" retreated three steps and sat on the ground with a thud, temporarily losing his combat effectiveness.

  The outcome is already decided!

  The martial arts instructor sat on the ground panting, his face filled with an expression of utter disbelief.

  In just over 20 minutes of confrontation, Zhang Hang's attacks were relentless, and he couldn't find a chance to counterattack.

  Zhang Hang's physical strength has reached an abnormal level!

  It wasn't just him, the onlookers around were also in utter disbelief, even Zhang Hang was standing there stupidly, breathing heavily, he still didn't dare to believe that he had actually defeated the martial arts instructor!

  After a brief silence, the martial arts hall suddenly erupted in cheers and applause!

  Zhang Hang won, a miracle was born!

  Ouyang Qiushui loosened her clenched fist and rushed onto the stage, using her moist hands to support Zhang Hang: "You won!"

  To outsiders, Zhang Hang won easily, and the instructor had almost no chance of fighting back.

  In fact, only Zhang Hang himself knew that he had won by a narrow margin.

  As soon as his attack paused or the power of his continuous strikes weakened, he would be met with a fierce counterattack from the instructor. The instructor's counterattacking ability was not ordinary, and coupled with his special skill of borrowing force to offset force, Zhang Hang spent nearly twenty minutes of non-stop fierce attacks before barely gaining victory.

  Zhang Hang nodded vigorously, meeting her gentle gaze with a firm tone: "Yes, I finally won!"

  After finishing, the two stood quietly in the center of the field, accepting the cheers from the crowd.

  I'd better find an opportunity to learn his special skills, so that I can have an extra guarantee of survival when facing the enemy in the future.

  Zhang Hang thought for a moment.