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

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

The atmosphere on the training field instantly froze.

The female soldiers, who had been laughing and joking while watching the drama unfold, all fell silent and even unconsciously lowered their breathing.

The moment An Yuanchao made his move, the murderous aura that seemed to have rolled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was impossible to conceal.

Even if they couldn't see the pattern clearly, they were still warriors who had been trained by Chen Zheng for so long, and they could clearly feel this exaggerated momentum.

Although he was an old man in his seventies or eighties, the way he stood there at that moment made him look like a god of war.

"Hey!"

An Yuanchao shouted loudly and was already close to Chen Zheng.

This is his signature move, the Half-Step Crushing Fist!

The saying goes, "Tai Chi takes ten years to master, but Xingyi can kill someone in a year."

An Yuanchao's proudest skill in his life was this half-step Bengquan (a type of fist technique).

Back on the front lines at Laoshan, he used this very move to single-handedly defeat three strong and powerful enemies in a hand-to-hand combat battle.

Although he is now older, perhaps inspired by Chen Zheng's competitive spirit, he is now unleashing his full power, which is no less than it used to be.

The wind arrives before the fist.

Just as An Yuanchao's punch was about to hit Chen Zheng's nose.

Chen Zheng moved.

He neither dodged nor avoided, nor even took a step back to dissipate the force; he simply took a step.

Step forward gently with your right foot.

Click!

A crisp sound came from Chen Zheng's body.

His spine straightened, and a surge of power rose from the soles of his feet, eventually converging in his right arm.

It wasn't some fancy move, just a simple straight punch.

But in An Yuanchao's eyes, the world had almost changed.

The once empty training ground slowly disappeared, and the young man in front of them vanished without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, only this ever-growing fist remained.

This punch looked very slow, so slow that you could even see the patterns on it.

But An Yuanchao felt that no matter whether he dodged to the left or to the right, or even if he hid underground, the fist would still hit him squarely.

There's no way to avoid it!

It seems that the outcome was already decided the moment Chen Zheng threw the punch; the punch was just a formality.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

An Yuanchao was terrified, but it also stirred a fierce determination within him.

Can't dodge it? Then I won't dodge it!

"open!!"

The old man roared and unleashed his full power in his Crushing Fist!

If you can't avoid it, then confront it head-on!

Bang!

The two fists collided violently in mid-air, producing a loud bang that made everyone present feel their hearts skip a beat.

An old man and a young boy, their fists pressed together.

"Who...who won?" one of the female soldiers asked.

The answer was revealed the next second.

An Yuanchao's face flushed red, his expression gradually shifting from fierce to terrified, and finally to disbelief.

In that instant, he felt as if his punch hadn't landed on a person at all, but on the front of a high-speed train!

That kind of power is simply beyond what a human could withstand.

To put it bluntly, this is probably what it would look like if the sky were to fall.

"Holy crap..."

The old man only had time to curse in his mind.

Then, his body, weighing over 100 pounds, was lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

"dad!!"

An Jianjun screamed, dropped the cured meat in his hand, and ran to catch it.

But this change came too quickly, and he was too far away; there was simply no time to react.

If this fall is serious, forget about saving face; it would be a good thing if you didn't end up in the ICU.

At this critical juncture.

Chen Zheng, who was still in a punching stance, became slightly blurred.

No one saw how he moved, yet he had already appeared behind An Yuanchao.

Chen Zheng stretched out a hand and casually supported the old man's back, thus helping him absorb the impact of the blow.

Hey.

An Yuanchao's feet landed firmly on the ground again.

The entire training ground was completely silent.

An Ran opened her mouth wide, and the brass thumb ring on her thumb was almost deformed from her grip.

Ram spilled the sunflower seeds from her hand all over the ground.

Even the usually composed Meng Yi was shocked, her pupils dilated, and her hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

She didn't have much martial arts skill and couldn't see it all, but judging from the old man's posture, he was much stronger than when she practiced Xingyi Quan.

Such a capable person was sent flying with just one punch?

And judging from the instructor's appearance, he wasn't even out of breath, not a single hair on his head was out of place.

"Dad...are you alright?"

An Jianjun rushed over then, his face pale, and looked his father up and down. "Is your back okay? How about your legs? Are you dizzy?"

An Yuanchao ignored his son.

He just stood there blankly, looking down at his right hand, which was still trembling violently.

The tiger's mouth was split open, and a little blood seeped out. It didn't look too serious, but my whole arm was numb and I couldn't feel anything.

This was after Chen Zheng held back his strength at the end, and even after he intervened to save the day.

If Chen Zheng hadn't held back his strength in that punch...

An Yuanchao shuddered and dared not think any further.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Chen Zheng, who was smiling and patting the dust off his back. His eyes were extremely complicated.

"Kid."

"What was that punch called?"

"Although I haven't studied it, I can only refer to Xingyi Quan, and this move definitely doesn't exist."

Last time we fought, this kid was strong, but he couldn't be said to be completely at ease against me.

This time, it was even worse; he threw a punch right at her.

It's purely a numerical crushing victory.

Actually, Chen Zheng could have used numerical superiority last time, but he was afraid of hurting him.

If An Yuanchao knew this, he would probably be devastated.

The entire room fell silent, and everyone involuntarily pricked up their ears.

Meng Yi, in particular, had just started learning Xingyi Quan and wanted to memorize every word Chen Zheng said.

Chen Zheng raised his hand, and Ramu obediently handed him the thermos: "Oh, you mean that one?"

"It's pointless, just random practice."

"Sometimes when I get tired of practicing, I think about how to save energy. The simplest way is to play directly, so I just play like that."

puff.

An Jianjun, who was standing to the side, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just practicing blindly?

Is it considered reckless training to knock a veteran who has fought half his life into the air with a single punch?

You're really putting on airs.

But An Yuanchao wasn't angry.

His face immediately turned serious.

A great sword has no edge, great skill is without artifice, great sound is silent, and great form is formless.

This kid is so young, yet he's already reached that threshold?

"Well... well, what a bunch of haphazard practice!"

An Yuanchao suddenly turned around and grabbed the arm of An Jianjun, who was standing there in a daze.

"Dad, it hurts, it hurts..."

The latter grimaced in pain, but dared not shake off the grip.

"Build an army!"

An Yuanchao had no time to pay attention to his son's screams, and asked urgently, "Are the formalities completed?!"

"Huh?" An Jianjun was taken aback. "Wh...what procedures?"

"Transfer order! A transfer order to the central government!"

An Yuanchao stamped his feet in frustration and quickly pointed at Chen Zheng, saying, "This kid can't stay here!"

"These aren't just promising instructors; they're hidden gems of the nation!"

"Let him hole up in this remote mountain village in the southwest taking care of a few girls? What a waste! That's a crime!"