I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Chen Zheng roared and managed to withdraw ninety percent of the terrifying power just as his fist was about to touch the old man's arm.

Bang!

Even with only 10% of its force remaining, the impact on An Yuanchao's arms produced a muffled thud.

As the air surged, the fog was instantly dispersed, revealing the two people.

An Yuanchao slid backward uncontrollably, taking five or six steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

Chen Zheng maintained his backhand strike posture, with one foot on the ground.

A snap.

The concrete ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked due to the excessive reaction force.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his chest, before slowly coming to a stop and standing still, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

Who is it?

Holy crap!!

An Jianjun climbed over the railing and rushed to An Yuanchao's side.

"Are you alright?!"

He frantically searched his father's arms and legs, sweating profusely with worry.

"If you're hurt anywhere, I..."

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head and roared at Chen Zheng, "Chen Zheng! Can't you tone down your training a bit?!"

The latter was taken aback by what was said, and then rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Brigade Commander, let's talk this out."

"Someone attacked me from behind early in the morning. I didn't kill him outright because I respect the elderly and care for the young."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old man rubbing his arm and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

He held back ninety percent of his strength during the brief exchange, but the remaining ten percent was no joke either.

However, when the blow landed on the old man's arm, the feel was clearly off.

It is quite resilient.

This old man is most likely a skilled martial artist, and quite proficient at it.

"Hahaha! That felt great!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out.

An Yuanchao pushed away his son, who was making a fuss, shook his slightly numb arms, and looked at Chen Zheng.

"Good lad! Impressive kung fu!"

He strode up to Chen Zheng, completely disregarding the awkwardness from before, and reached out to pinch Chen Zheng's shoulder.

"That physique, that reaction time, wow!"

"Was that the tiger form from Xingyi Quan just now?"

"Little one, which military unit are you from? Who is your master?"

Chen Zheng took a half step back without making a sound, dodging the old man's hand.

"Self-taught."

"Self-taught?"

An Yuanchao was even more shocked upon hearing this: "Are you kidding me? You can learn to play to this level by yourself?"

What shocked him most was the forceful withdrawal of power just now.

That absolute control over his body was something even his former company commander, the guy known as the God of War in the military region, probably couldn't achieve with such ease.

As he spoke, he circled Chen Zheng twice, then suddenly stopped and assumed a Tai Chi starting stance.

Although he was wearing an old military uniform, the moment he took that stance, he exuded the aura of a grandmaster.

"Little kid, that was a sneak attack, it doesn't count."

"Shall we lend a hand now?"

"You held back your punch just now because you were afraid of hurting me."

"This time, don't look down on the old man."

"Give it your all!"

Looking at the old man who was getting ready, Chen Zheng looked helpless.

Although he didn't know the relationship between the person in front of him and the brigade commander, or what position he held, judging from the brigade commander's demeanor, if he were to seriously injure the person, it would be considered an act of leniency by the brigade commander to avoid sending him to a military prison.

"Please stop joking around..."

An Jianjun was sweating profusely and rushed forward to stand between the two.

An Yuanchao waved his hand and shouted, "Get out of here!"

The former froze, instinctively standing at attention and obediently retreating two meters away.

Chen Zheng's lips twitched.

have to.

It seems this person is not only in a higher position than the brigade commander, but also considerably higher.

"Come on, little one."

An Yuanchao put one hand behind his back and slowly raised the other hand, palm facing outward.

"Let the old man see if the soldiers have regressed."

Since things have come to this point, refusing now would be disrespectful.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath: "Grandpa, then I'll have to offend you."

He silently suppressed his power to one-tenth.

Just kidding, although the old man said he would fight with all his might, if he really did, one punch would be enough to break someone to pieces.

With a whoosh, Chen Zheng moved.

His figure left a blur in the mist as he instantly closed in, delivering a straight punch straight for An Yuanchao's shoulder.

The speed was so fast that the wind pressure it generated even blew up the old man's gray hair.

However, An Yuanchao's feet were firmly planted on the ground, while his upper body moved nimbly.

Just as the fist was about to strike, his wrist touched Chen Zheng's wrist, making the latter feel as if his strength had hit a ball of cotton.

This is "Lan Que Wei".

An Yuanchao flicked his wrist, gently guiding Chen Zheng's force, and drew a circle with his feet.

The punch was deflected and slid past the old man's clothes.

Immediately afterwards, the old man leaned on his shoulder.

Wild horses part their manes!

The seemingly light leaning actually landed precisely at the point when Chen Zheng's old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet emerged.

Chen Zheng stumbled and almost got thrown off balance.

"Goodness."

Chen Zheng steadied himself, his eyes filled with surprise.

This is not the kind of health-preserving Tai Chi that old men practice in the park.

They specialize in attacking the lower body, using the opponent's force against them, and every move is designed to throw the opponent off balance.

"Again!"

Chen Zheng's competitive spirit was aroused.

If one-tenth of the power isn't enough to defeat the old man, then we need to increase the intensity.

Thirty percent of the power!

Chen Zheng slammed his foot into the ground.

With a loud bang.

The cement floor trembled slightly.

He no longer acted directly, but instead lowered his body and arched his spine.

Xingyi, Half-Step Bengquan!

The saying goes, "One force can overcome ten techniques."

When the power becomes too great, any technique will require a huge price to be paid to neutralize it.

Seeing this powerful and heavy blow, An Yuanchao's expression changed slightly, realizing that he couldn't take it head-on.

He changed his footwork repeatedly, and drew arcs in front of his body with his hands, trying to dissipate the force again.

boom! boom! boom!

Their limbs collided rapidly in the mist.

Chen Zheng's punches were fierce and powerful, while An Yuanchao was constantly swaying.

An Jianjun stood outside the circle, watching with a look of horror, cold sweat pouring down his face.

One of these two men is a national treasure-level veteran, Wang, who is his own father; the other is the military region's precious son-in-law, who is his future son-in-law.

If one of them gets injured, he will be disqualified from both his family and career.

"drink!"

Chen Zheng suddenly roared, no longer giving the old man a chance to fight.

He abandoned all variations of his moves, changed his fist into a palm, and pushed it out straight out.

This palm strike was unavoidable.

An Yuanchao no longer backed down, and suddenly stretched out his hand, his five fingers forming a hook, pointing towards Chen Zheng's throat.

Call ~

Everything seemed to stand still.

Chen Zheng's palm stopped steadily an inch in front of An Yuanchao's nose, and the strong wind from his palm ruffled the old man's white hair.

An Yuanchao's two fingers stopped half an inch in front of Chen Zheng's Adam's apple.

draw.