Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 791: Indeed a Master


Physical training and close combat were not the same thing.

Close combat was an art of fighting, stressing explosiveness and speed, and especially emphasizing the technique of Fist Technique. It wasn't about being silly and thinking that having a bit of strength would guarantee a win.

In the Cheetah Squad, Captain Huang Zhiping was the Southwest Military Region's special combat champion, having won three consecutive times.

The other two soldiers had also placed in national special forces combat competitions.

These three fierce warriors alone were enough to give ordinary special forces a hard time.

Not to mention they were going up against ordinary cook soldiers.

Wu Yuanzhong still wore a mysterious smile on his face and did not speak, very much adopting an air of detachment.

However, all the supervising officers knew that this old man was very concerned about the 004 Cooking Squad.

After all, his eyes had been fixed on the screen the entire time.

Wang Qishan couldn't help but mock Wu Yuanzhong.

"Sir, you don't really think the 004 Cooking Squad can win again, do you?"

Wu Yuanzhong smiled slightly and raised one finger towards Wang Qishan.

"It's not what I think; it's certain. The 004 Cooking Squad will definitely win."

Wang Qishan was stunned, and everyone else was too.

Wang Qishan stood frozen for about a dozen seconds before reluctantly lowering his head.

"Sir, it's not that I don't trust your judgment."

"But this is a special forces competition. How can a bunch of cook soldiers be so formidable?"

Wu Yuanzhong laughed heartily and took out his reading glasses, putting them on.

"If you don't believe me, we could make a bet."

Wang Qishan, being a straightforward person, slapped his thigh.

"A bet it is then. If I lose, I have a bottle of Maotai Liquor stored in my camp, and I'll present it to you, Sir."

"But if you lose, what then?"

Wu Yuanzhong raised another finger.

"I'll give your unit a slot to join the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions."

At this, Wang Qishan was overjoyed.

The Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions was a top-tier SSS-level special forces unit in the country. Especially the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, which was the elite among the elite.

Wu Yuanzhong's offer of one slot was far more valuable than a crate of Maotai Liquor.

Seeing Wang Qishan's ecstatic expression, Wu Yuanzhong chuckled slyly.

"But you know, offering you the slot might be a waste. Your Maotai Liquor probably won't be safe."

The group of examiners burst into laughter at Wu Yuanzhong's words.

Wang Qishan pursed his lips: "Sir, it's too early to declare victory or defeat right now."

"After all, the Cheetah Squad is a unit of elite special forces. Let's wait and see."

Wang Qishan's opinion was acknowledged by most, even Fu Biao nodded with a smile.

Everyone was eager to see the close combat match between the 004 Cooking Squad and the Cheetah Squad.

Fu Biao straightforwardly instructed the staff officer to lock the surveillance screen onto Field No. 8, where the 004 cook soldiers and the Cheetah Squad would fight.

Twenty minutes later, the close combat match officially began.

The 004 Cooking Squad, a bunch of lazy soldiers, leisurely arrived at the fighting arena.

The warriors of the Cheetah Squad were already well-prepared and were getting ready for the battle.

Among the Cheetah Squad, thirty strong and robust soldiers had long harbored resentment towards these pig-raising soldiers.

As soon as they saw them enter, they stared intently in unison.

Surprisingly, the unruly soldiers of the 004 Cooking Squad maintained an unusually polite demeanor, all smiling at the Cheetah Squad soldiers.

But their gazes made everyone feel uncomfortable.

It felt like the big bad wolf was wearing a smiley face mask, or like a butcher considering where to stab the pig on the chopping block.

Huang Zhiping quietly assigned each soldier a combat target.

The special forces all focused on their chosen opponents, their gazes full of aggression.

The 004 cook soldiers, however, did not engage in a staring contest.

Each of them donned their boxing gloves as required.

But they all disdainfully ignored the mandatory safety gear.

Every soldier had a battlefield recorder on their chest.

The battlefield recorder monitored each soldier's heartbeat, breathing, and various muscles and bones.

No matter where they were hit, the battlefield recorder could assess the impact and provide a comprehensive score.

Once the attack value exceeded a set limit, the soldier would be judged out by the system.

Beep!

The sharp whistle sounded.

The Cheetah Squad, as per their preselected targets, collectively launched an attack on the 004 cook soldiers.

Huang Zhiping immediately aimed for Long Xia.

The Black Panther-like Long Xia, tall and broad-shouldered, looked formidable, clearly a master.

But Long Xia had not yet stood up, lazily adding more bandages to his boxing gloves.

Huang Zhiping growled lowly: "What are you doing? Stand up and take my heavy punch."

Long Xia finally stood up leisurely, grinning and showing his white teeth.

"I don't want to kill you, so I'm adding extra protection to my gloves."

This thoroughly infuriated Huang Zhiping.

He lashed out with a fierce heartbreak kick aimed at Long Xia's abdomen.

Long Xia sidestepped, avoiding Huang Zhiping's kick.

The tendons in his arm made a bowstring-like sound, taut and resonant.

Long Xia swung a punch at Huang Zhiping's chest.

Huang Zhiping blocked it with his arm, but was forced back by Long Xia's bull-like strength.

His arm went numb, and he couldn't lift it.

The numbers on the battlefield recorder jumped quickly, showing Huang Zhiping's attack value.

The numbers had gone from green to a dangerous red.

Long Xia was surprised that his punch hadn't knocked down Huang Zhiping.

He roared and followed up with a Ma Bu punch targeting Huang Zhiping's head.

Huang Zhiping's head, protected by a reinforced helmet, was impervious to regular punches.

Buzz!

With a muffled sound, Long Xia's punch split the air, heading straight for Huang Zhiping's temple.

This technique was absolutely banned in military combat training.

Panic set in Huang Zhiping's mind, but there was no time to accuse Long Xia of breaking the rules.

He used all his strength to block with his elbow.

Unexpectedly, Long Xia retracted his punch, sidestepped, and charged forward with his shoulder.

Huang Zhiping took the hit to his chest, feeling like he'd been rammed by a high-speed train.

He was flung into the air like a kite with a broken string.

Bang!

Huang Zhiping landed hard, his whole body aching as if it were splitting apart, unable to get up.

The battlefield recorder on his chest beeped three times and flashed a yellow light.

It turned out Huang Zhiping had received his maximum attack value and was judged out by the system.

Huang Zhiping couldn't believe it.

He hadn't even lasted two moves before losing.

Long Xia laughed heartily and extended a hand to him: "Brother, you lost."

Huang Zhiping grasped Long Xia's hand.

Looking at this Black Panther-like giant, he had to admire Long Xia's combat prowess.

Honestly, if Long Xia were the enemy, he would have died by his hands.

This guy was truly a master.

Huang Zhiping looked around, his eyes widening and his mouth agape like a struck toad.

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