Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 333 Bringing Talent to America (2)

They've seen many marksmen, and they've also seen pistols fire shots comparable to submachine guns—after all, it's American Iaijutsu.

However, it's rare to see both combined; so far, they've only seen Chang Ning use it this way.

Having good marksmanship does not guarantee survival on the battlefield or the completion of missions.

If their team needs someone who excels in one area but not another, why not look for them in various associations instead of going through all this trouble and making such a big fuss about testing?

It was clear that Chang Ning's performance with the pistol surprised the veteran, but that was all.

If Chang Ning were just a student with special talents, he wouldn't be worthy of Lao Qiang's attention.

"Not bad marksmanship!"

"Your arm strength and stability are also excellent. No one can surpass you when it comes to pistols, I mean among all the people I know!" Old Gun clapped and praised.

"Thank you."

Chang Ning smiled, but inside he was as calm as a lake that had not been hit by a storm.

He knew his own situation perfectly well.

Of course, Old Gun's praise wasn't entirely useless; at least it let Chang Ning know roughly where his pistol skills stood in the mercenary world.

"Shall we begin the next item?" Chang Ning asked.

His marksmanship contest with Old Gun wasn't about determining a ranking; it was just the two of them testing each other's limits. The subsequent hand-to-hand combat would be the same.

"OK, I'll arrange the location."

After Old Gun finished speaking, he waved to Chang Ning, signaling the other to follow him.

They drove in silence until Chang Ning arrived at a boxing gym.

Whether they were sparring in the ring or throwing punches around sandbags, each of them looked tall and strong, with arms big enough to run a horse across.

The walls of the boxing gym were covered with pictures of boxing champions who had won gold belts in different weight classes. Among these people, Chang Ning only recognized Tyson.

Hi Steven, how have you been lately?

Old Gun greeted the short-haired, muscular man who was correcting the trainees' movements.

The burly man, upon hearing someone call his name, gave a few instructions to the trainees before turning around.

"Old Gun, how come you're still alive?"

From the conversation between the burly man and the old gunman, Chang Ning could tell that the two had a good relationship. People who weren't on good terms wouldn't curse each other as soon as they met, unless they wanted to get beaten up.

"Hey buddy, I need to borrow your space this time."

Just as Chang Ning had guessed, the relationship between the burly man and Old Gun was indeed unusual.

Old Gun ignored the other person's offensive words, stepped forward to hug them, and patted each other on the back.

"Of course, use it as you like."

"On the condition that you pay the venue fee," the burly man said.

"Damn it, are you a vampire?! You Grandet!"

When Old Gun heard that the other party was actually asking him for money, he instantly put on an incredulous expression and began to berate his friend.

"That's the rule, buddy."

The burly man adopted an attitude of "use it or not, it's up to you."

"OK, OK. We can talk about the venue fee later. Now, could you please clear out a ring for us?" Old Gun said.

"as you wish."

After saying that, the burly man walked to a ring in the far corner and said something to the two people who were having a practice match.

After the arena was cleared, the burly man waved to Chang Ning and his companion.

He knew what Old Gun did; the two had met before in a minor conflict somewhere in Africa, so he didn't want others to know to avoid trouble.

Seeing that the ring had been cleared, Chang Ning and Lao Qiang didn't stand on ceremony and went straight onto the ring wearing boxing gloves.

"What do those two do? They seem to have a good relationship with the coach." A Black man wiped the sweat from his face and gently nudged his companion with his shoulder.

"I don't know, but I do hope those two have some skills and aren't complete novices."

"Don't waste such a great venue."

The black man's companion stared at Chang Ning and Old Gun, who had finished warming up on the ring, and said.

"How about we make a bet?"

The Black man watched as the other trainees gradually gathered around, his eyes darting around a few times before he spoke.

To be honest, Steven's boxing gym is quite expensive, and those who can afford to train there are all middle-class people who are not short of money. The black man's suggestion was immediately accepted.

"sure."

How are the opening odds calculated?

“The Asian guy in the ring looks noticeably thinner than the other one, so let’s make the odds 1:2, that’s easier to calculate.”

Seeing the large number of responses, the Black man knew that the deal would be successful.

He looked at the two people on the ring who had already begun to test each other and said the odds without thinking.

"I'm betting on the Russian to win."

"I'm betting on him to win too."

“I’m betting on that Asian guy. Maybe he’s a guy like Jack Chen or Bruce Lee.”

"..."

The audience surrounding the ring made various bets; some favored Old Gun, while others hoped to snag a bargain, thinking Chang Ning might be as skilled as Jack Chen or Bruce Lee.

However, in general, most of the people at the scene were betting on the old gun. The black man who opened the betting pool wanted to take a gamble and bet 100 US dollars on Changning.

The audience members were all middle-class people who didn't care about a hundred or two hundred dollars. They were just looking for some fun at the opening ceremony; otherwise, it wouldn't be interesting to just watch.

Chang Ning and Lao Qiang on the ring had no time to pay attention to the thoughts and actions of the audience below. They were completely focused on each other and could not tolerate anyone else.

Old Gun's friend, the burly man named Steven, was also the owner of the boxing gym and served as a referee for a while.

"Which style would you like to choose for a duel?" Steven asked.

This isn't a casual question. Since he's acting as the referee, he needs to find out which fighting style both sides intend to use for the exchange so he can supervise.

You can't have someone using no-holds-barred fighting, but then judge it according to boxing rules; that would be completely irrelevant.

He's a professional; he can't afford to make a blunder like this, especially with the students watching.

If he makes a mistake, his reputation will be ruined, and who will want to learn boxing from him in the future?

"How about unlimited mixed martial arts?" Chang Ning asked Old Gun.

You can tell from Old Gun's muscles that he definitely knows one or two fighting techniques. Plus, the two are of different weights, with Old Gun being much taller and having more muscle mass.

The difference between the two is obvious when they stand together.

"I can do it."

Old Gun was clearly surprised by Chang Ning's choice of mixed martial arts, but despite his surprise, he still respected the other's decision and would at most hold back a little to minimize Chang Ning's injury.

Anyone with a basic understanding of combat sports knows that when there is a significant difference in skill between two opponents, ground techniques, such as jiu-jitsu, are the best option.

Chang Ning chose mixed martial arts, and even though Jiu-Jitsu can be used in mixed martial arts, it added many variables to the upcoming fight.

Given Lao Qiang's physique, he might just knock out Chang Ning in the first exchange.

Did Chang Ning not think of these things?

Do not!
On the contrary, Chang Ning certainly knew that Jiu-Jitsu was the best choice, but he still chose to use mixed martial arts for this match.

Nothing is more awe-inspiring than a weaker force defeating a stronger one, or a small investment achieving a great victory.

Chang Ning had no intention of hiding his talents when he came to America. He wanted to bring his talents to America and become famous in the mercenary world!