Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 611 Duan Peng, Give It Your All

No one heard what He Songling said to Duan Peng, but when he stood in front of Wei Dayong again, the smile on his face was much more confident.

Wei Dayong felt a little guilty when he saw Duan Peng's smile, and shouted, "What are you laughing at? No matter how well Mr. He teaches, it still needs people to use it. I don't think you can make the most of it."

"Brother, I haven't said anything and haven't moved anything. Why are you so nervous?" Duan Peng laughed even more happily, and even his back teeth were exposed.

"I'm so nervous..."

"blow!"

Before Wei Dayong finished speaking, he saw that Duan Peng in front of him had disappeared.

When he came to his senses, a fierce gust of wind was already not far from his ankles.

"Sweep the leg."

Wei Dayong breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought it was some other trick."

He took a wrong step and stepped back, trying to avoid Duan Peng's series of sweeping kicks.

However, Duan Peng did not sweep continuously, but just swept a circle on the ground. Suddenly, he pushed the ground with his palm and kicked Wei Heshang in the throat.

This move is a bit like Taekwondo or Brazilian Capoeira. Normally, the movements are very cool, but they are not very threatening in actual combat.

But Duan Peng's speed was too fast.

Wei Dayong felt as if he had accidentally urinated into a high-voltage wire. The electric current suddenly flowed back along the water column without him being able to react. There was no way to avoid it.

Fortunately, Wei Dayong had practiced martial arts for many years and had been in many battles. Even if his brain didn't react to what was happening, his muscle memory still made him cross his hands to block, and at the same time, he pulled his head and neck back as far as possible, trying to block and dodge the kick.

With a "bang", Duan Peng's foot kicked Wei Dayong's wrist. Before Wei Dayong could feel the force of the kick, Duan Peng had already bent his knees downwards and stomped hard on Wei Dayong's chest.

Wei Dayong took a deep breath, and his chest shrank an inch out of thin air, avoiding most of Duan Peng's foot, but was still hit by the toe.

Duan Peng used his toes to touch Wei Dayong's chest to gain momentum and soared into the sky, with his legs forming a scissors shape in mid-air. If he closed this position, he would definitely be able to crush Wei Dayong's head.

Wei Dayong had no time to squat, so he could only raise his two elbows to block it.

Duan Peng still didn't want to fight. He stepped on Wei Dayong's elbows with both feet, did a backflip on the ground, and kicked again with his legs.

Wei Dayong lost the initiative and could only retreat. But Duan Peng's legs followed him like a shadow, just like a middle school student running exercises. As soon as Wei Dayong retreated, he immediately advanced again, chasing Wei Dayong and hitting him all the time.

A pair of leg techniques were unleashed, like a dark cloud surrounding him, with all kinds of unimaginable angles and incredibly fast and unexpected speeds, making it difficult for Wei Dayong to breathe.

Li Yunlong became more and more excited as he watched, and he cheered from the side: "Good, hahahaha, good job to Duan Peng, beat the bastard!"

Although he did not hate the fact that he was knocked down by Wei Dayong, he still had some grudges about eating meat, which made him admit his weakness in front of the whole regiment. It was not malicious, but he also wanted to see Monk Wei make a fool of himself.

Li Yunlong is just like that, he can only take advantage but not suffer any loss. So whether it is now or in the original plot, he instigated Duan Peng to beat Wei Dayong.

"Hey!"

Finally, after being kicked several times by Duan Peng, Wei Dayong's hands slowed down a little, giving Duan Peng an opportunity to kick him in the chest, pushing him back four or five meters.

"Hmph, how about it?" Duan Peng had just been kicked by Wei Dayong, but now he kicked Wei Dayong back more than ten times, which really made him feel refreshed.

"You hit me all over just now, I will fight you back with my kicks."

"Why are you so proud?"

Wei Dayong said something similar to what Duan Peng said just now. He patted the dust off his chest, raised his head and said, "Your leg skills are indeed pretty good, but your strength is too weak. Ten kicks are not as good as my one kick. Did you learn it from your master's wife?"

"Hey, monk, you haven't been beaten enough." He Songling shook his head, "Duan Peng, don't hide it, use all your strength."

"what?"

Li Yunlong and Wei Dayong were both shocked.

It was normal for Li Yunlong to be surprised. He had not seen many martial arts masters before. Before this, there were only three people, He Songling, Wei Dayong, and Sun Ming. Wei Dayong got the guidance of He Songling, and with the sneak attack at night in Mianshan, he grasped Sun Ming's acupuncture points almost instantly.

He was somewhat boastful. In Wei Dayong's words, his kung fu was considered top-notch in the entire extraordinary circle, and the only people he could not beat were a few people like He Songling.

You can't just brag, and you can't push a train. Li Yunlong saw Wei Dayong's performance in actual combat and found him to be extremely brave, so he believed this statement.

And now, Duan Peng has been fighting back and forth with Wei Dayong, and he has even gained some advantage on the field. This has already surprised Li Yunlong. Now listening to what He Songling said, he hasn't even used his full strength?
Wei Dayong's thoughts were completely different from Duan Peng's.

He frowned and said, "Mr. He, this is not appropriate. If we use all our strength, we will definitely tear down the yard of the fellow villager. We have discipline in our army..."

"I'm not asking you to use your full strength." He Songling understood that Wei Dayong understood "full strength" as the kind of fighting style that exploded with special effects. That kind of fighting style did have a certain improvement, but it also consumed a lot of energy, and was generally limited to fighting between aliens. In modern battlefields, aliens would not do such things, which was tantamount to seeking death.

Wei Dayong and Duan Peng are now sparring under the title of "Independent Regiment Soldiers", and they are using ordinary boxing and kicking skills. If they start to explode their Qi, that will be a different matter.

But He Songling certainly didn't mean that. "Duan Peng, show him."

"Okay! Since Mr. He said it's okay, then you better be careful!"

Duan Peng chewed his back teeth and revealed a ferocious smile. Then, Li Yunlong and Wei Dayong disappeared from their sight and they only felt a gust of wind blowing in the yard.

"What's this!"

Wei Dayong didn't believe that Duan Peng could increase his speed to such a level without exploding his Qi, and subconsciously wanted to explode his Qi to deal with it, but He Songling stretched out his hand and pressed it from a distance. Wei Dayong instantly felt as if countless huge dams were built in his meridians, blocking his rushing Qi.

Not only did his Qi burst fail this time, even his ordinary punches and kicks were affected.

This was unfair, but He Songling had no intention of stopping. Duan Peng hesitated for a moment and continued to hit with more force.

The fist was thrown into the air, and the tendons and bones vibrated, and it actually exploded out of nowhere like thunder.

His fist was clenched like a drill, and Wei Dayong felt that at least twelve punches had landed on him almost at the same time.

"Puff puff……"

There were a series of muffled sounds and blood gushed out like a fountain.

(End of this chapter)