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

In preparation for the Phoenix team, Chen Zheng decided to provide individual tutoring to everyone he could tutor individually.

The thunderstorm finally stopped that night.

There were only two people on the entire training field.

Chen Zheng was still holding that thermos in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at Meng Yi, who was standing in a horse stance in front of him.

"Too soft," he said bluntly. "Is this what you call the Tiger Form?"

"It's neither a cat nor a tiger."

Meng Yi was wearing a training uniform soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging to her body and showing off her strong physique.

"I'm not soft," she retorted softly.

"Being stubborn won't help."

Chen Zheng casually placed the thermos on the ground next to him, then walked behind Meng Yi.

"In Xingyi Quan, there are twelve forms, and the Tiger form is the most bone-heavy."

"Right now, all your strength comes from your muscles. You look fierce, but it's just for show. If you really meet a master, you'll fall apart at the first touch."

"To train a tiger, first train its spine."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it directly on Meng Yi's back.

In that instant, Meng Yi's body stiffened abruptly.

Although they usually don't have any restrictions on each other, now that it's late at night and everyone is alone, they are the only two people around.

Chen Zheng's large palm touched her skin directly through her soaked thin clothes.

"Don't move."

Chen Zheng sensed that she was subconsciously trying to avoid him, and his voice became a little stern, "If you want to beat Phoenix, then you'd better stay put."

Meng Yi gritted her teeth and suppressed the strange feeling in her heart.

Chen Zheng's hand started from her neck and traveled down her spine.

One section, two sections, three sections.

He would press down on each vertebra, applying a little pressure, as if helping her to align the bone with its position.

This feels so weird.

Meng Yi is a hunter, so her senses are naturally much sharper than the average person.

Now, she only felt a warm current running down her spine and throughout her body wherever Chen Zheng's fingers touched.

Her face turned red, which was quite rare for her.

"relax."

Chen Zheng's hand slid to her waist, a key point for generating core strength.

He could feel the body beneath his hands trembling slightly.

"You see yourself as a tiger."

"You are the king of Changbai Mountain, not a domestic cat kept in a cage."

"Your spine is a spring, and the knife is your claws."

"Now, your prey is right in front of you."

"What should you do?"

As Chen Zheng spoke, the scene before Meng Yi's eyes slowly changed.

It was no longer an empty training ground, but the primeval forest full of white snow where she had grown up.

Instead of air, she was facing a black bear that had been starving for half the winter, which was lunging at her with its gaping maw.

Scared?

No.

No hunter would back down at this moment.

Chen Zheng suddenly pressed his hand down on her lower back: "Now, shout it out!"

"roar!!!"

A roar suddenly came from Meng Yi's mouth.

At the same time.

It was as if her spine had been awakened, and a surge of energy rose from the soles of her feet, rushing upwards along her spine.

Meng Yi instinctively lunged forward.

This is the Tiger Pounce Beng Fist from Xingyi Quan!

Bang!

The wooden stake snapped in half, with the upper half flying four or five meters away along with the break!

However, this punch not only broke the wooden stake, but also drained Meng Yi of all her strength.

That explosive burst of power left her completely drained, her vision went black, and she fell straight backward.

She was caught in a strong embrace.

Chen Zheng looked at the exhausted girl in his arms, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

"That's more like it."

Meng Yi was panting heavily, sweat dripping from her chin onto Chen Zheng's arm.

She struggled to lift her eyelids, looked at the broken wooden stake, and then at her still slightly trembling fist.

A feeling I had never experienced before filled my entire body.

"I...did I do it?" she murmured.

"So-so."

Chen Zheng straightened her up and let go of her, saying, "She's only at the level of someone who's just been weaned."

Meng Yi didn't have the energy to roll her eyes, but she slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in Chen Zheng's mind.

【Ding! 】

[Detection indicates that student Meng Yi has mastered the Xingyi Quan Tiger Form!]

[The system has triggered a 100x critical hit reward!]

[Rewards are being processed...]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Conceptual-level martial art - One Divine Fist (Current proficiency: 100/100000)]

Chen Zheng's hand, which was about to reach for the thermos, froze in mid-air.

What is that?

One-Fist God?

Before he could react, another massive influx of information flooded his brain.

Luckily, he's already used to it, otherwise he might have fainted.

This time, unlike before when he learned Xingyi Quan, he didn't have countless moves and routines in his mind.

There was nothing there.

Only one sentence was deeply etched in his mind.

"Practice boxing until you find the true essence, and you can kill even the god of war with a single punch."

The so-called "truth" is the rule, the opportunity of that moment.

No matter what kind of monster you are, no matter how many fancy techniques you have, I will only throw one punch.

Once that punch is thrown, the outcome is decided.

Chen Zheng stood there, somewhat stunned.

He felt no obvious changes in his body.

But the sense of control over power underwent a qualitative leap.

"Instructor?"

Meng Yi, having recovered her composure, saw Chen Zheng staring blankly and called out, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Zheng snapped out of his daze and blinked. "It's nothing, I just suddenly thought of a joke."

He made a random remark, then turned to look at an open space not far away.

That was the place where the water was deepest when it rained earlier. Although the rain had stopped, water was still dripping from the eaves.

"You go back and rest first, I'll think about it for a while longer."

Chen Zheng waved his hand with his back to Meng Yi.

Although Meng Yi felt that the instructor was acting strangely, she was too tired, so she nodded and turned to walk towards the dormitory.

After Meng Yi's shadow disappeared into the darkness, Chen Zheng took a deep breath and looked at the curtain of rain in front of him.

"Conceptual level..."

"Want to give it a try?"

He didn't strike any fancy pose; he simply raised his right hand casually, as if he were just stretching, and threw a punch at the curtain of rain.

next second.

In an instant, all the rain and dust on the straight line directly in front of Chen Zheng's fist disappeared.

A vacuum passage, roughly one meter wide, appeared there.

The rain stopped in mid-air, then was forcibly torn apart by a pair of unseen giant hands, and even evaporated due to the instantaneous high temperature, causing a cloud of white mist to rise.

He remained in his punching stance, staring at the vacuum zone in front of him, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"This isn't martial arts, this is practically cultivating immortality!"

Although that punch had drained at least a third of his strength.

But right now on Earth, the chances of any human being being able to withstand that punch are probably not very high.