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

As Yao Yao weaved through the crowd, she kept muttering to herself.

Even when cutting open someone's throat, they would politely say "excuse me."

This contrast sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Less than a minute.

Of these dozen or so well-trained fighters, more than half had already fallen.

Moreover, all of them had their tendons and ligaments severed, completely crippling their martial arts skills, yet they were not killed.

This is even worse than killing them outright.

The scarred man watched this scene, his hand holding the knife trembling.

"Form ranks! Back to back! Don't let her get close!"

He shouted, trying to gather the others around him.

However, at that moment...

Chen Zheng, who had been leaning against the tree watching the show, suddenly spoke slowly.

"Yaoyao, the left side is stable, but her right knee must have been injured before."

"Stop focusing on cutting Achilles tendons, it's unoriginal."

"Just smash his Adam's apple with the hilt of the knife, or poke him three inches under his armpit; there are many nerves there, so the pain will be even more intense."

Upon hearing this, Yao Yao, who was about to have her Achilles tendon cut, had her big eyes light up instantly.

"Really? Thank you, instructor!"

She twisted her body strangely in mid-air, abruptly stopping her original attack.

Then, the bayonet aimed at his ankle suddenly swung upwards.

boom!

The hilt of the knife slammed into the Adam's apple of a burly man.

"Cough cough cough..."

The burly man clutched his throat, his face turning a deep purplish-red, and he knelt on the ground, retching violently.

Wow! The effect is amazing!

Yao Yao cheered and turned to Chen Zheng with a sweet smile, "Instructor, you're amazing!"

The latter calmly nodded and then pointed to another person.

"The guy with the knife is gripping it too tightly; his wrist isn't flexible enough."

"Don't cut his wrist anymore, it's pointless, his pain receptors are probably numb from all the practice."

"Attack his lower body, but he'll definitely defend. So, feint and then stab him in the inner thigh."

Yao Yao was very obedient, and her body swayed.

Before the person Chen Zheng was pointing at could react, he was fooled by a feint.

puff!

The bayonet pierced precisely into the inner thigh.

"what!"

Another piercing scream rang out.

The remaining few people completely lost their composure.

This is...

The scarred man trembled with rage as he watched his men fall one by one.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at the man who was still leisurely drinking water.

"Who the hell are you on?!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere?!"

Chen Zheng spread his hands innocently: "Did I do it?"

"As an instructor, I can't help but offer some guidance when I see students' movements are not standardized. It's an occupational hazard, you know."

"If you're not satisfied..."

"You can go and report me to the police."

Upon hearing this, the scarred man nearly vomited blood in anger.

Looking around, he saw that all of his dozen or so companions were now lying paralyzed on the ground.

Some people were rolling around with their bleeding thighs, while others were clutching their broken wrists and rolling their eyes back; screams of agony filled the air.

The little girl with pigtails stood obediently in place.

He swallowed hard, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

A direct confrontation is definitely out of the question. The young lady's movements are too unpredictable; I don't know where she learned them.

Running away from the class is a dead end.

The main family has strict rules and regulations, and their incompetence has led to the loss of so many people. They will definitely not have a good ending when they return.

His gaze quickly passed over Yao Yao and landed on the man watching the show from behind the tree.

Chen Zheng was wearing a very ordinary camouflage training uniform, his posture was loose and slouching, and he was full of weaknesses. He was also holding a thermos in his left hand.

A ruthless glint flashed in the scarred man's eyes.

This pretty boy doesn't have a single noticeable muscle on his body; he's most likely an office worker!

As long as they can catch this man, no matter how good the young lady is at fighting, she'll have to obey in order to save her superior's life.

Having made up his mind, he quietly reached down to his lower back with his right hand, his fingertips hooking onto a strangely shaped short blade.

A strange odor emanated from the blade, indicating it had been coated with poison.

The next second, the scarred man exerted force with the soles of his feet, and his whole body suddenly shot forward.

His figure blurred into a streak, completely ignoring Yao Yao, and charged straight towards Chen Zheng!

"I'll start with you!"

With a loud shout, the scarred man's arm muscles bulged, and his poisoned short blade was pointed directly at Chen Zheng's throat.

Seeing this, the men who were rolling on the ground were in so much pain that they almost fainted, but a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes.

The boss has made a move!

Yao Yao was looking down at the military dagger when she caught a glimpse of the scarred man darting away. Her big eyes filled with sympathy, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle, don't do anything rash!"

The scarred man took this heartfelt advice as fear.

The young lady was indeed scared!

Three steps, two steps, one step.

The poisoned blade was less than half a meter away from that neck.

Faced with this surprise attack, Chen Zheng didn't even lift an eyelid.

Just as the short blade was about to pierce his skin, he casually turned his body half an inch to the left.

At that mere half-inch distance, the short blade grazed past the tip of his nose, without even severing a single hair.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Zheng twisted his waist and abdomen, raising his right leg from below.

One-tenth of the power of the divine fist was placed directly on this leg.

boom!

A sonic boom echoed through the air, and a gust of wind instantly blew away the dead leaves within a three-meter radius.

The right leg, launched from behind, struck precisely the scarred man's wrist, which was gripping the knife.

A loud cracking sound was heard.

The moment the scarred man's right arm touched his foot, the bones in his forearm shattered instantly, and his skin and flesh tore apart.

The short blade shattered into more than a dozen pieces on the spot due to the shockwave, and the pieces shot into the soil next to it.

The impact continued unabated, traveling upwards along the severed arm and slamming into the scarred man's chest.

The burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward by the monstrous force.

His body flew more than ten meters through the air, breaking three branches as thick as a wrist before finally crashing into the trunk of a large tree that would take two people to encircle.

Then, the scarred man slowly slid down the tree trunk, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The woods fell silent.

Those subordinates who were still hoping their boss would turn the tables all silently closed their eyes and began to play dead.

With one kick, he smashed the man, his arm, and the knife together.

Are you even human?

I was wondering where the young lady got her skills, but now the mystery is solved.

Yao Yao stood there, clapping her little hands excitedly, looking at Chen Zheng with admiration.

The latter then withdrew his right leg and scratched the back of his head in some distress.

He looked at the scarred man in the distance, whose fate was unknown, and his brows furrowed slightly.

I only intended to kick the knife away, but I accidentally went too far.

Recently, in order to advance the team members' main storyline, we've been too lax in our strength control training.

Yes, I still need to practice.