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

This blatant taunt, naming names, quickly spread throughout the entire training ground.

Zongzheng heard it clearly, and the veins on his forehead bulged, his old face instantly turning as red as a pig's liver.

He is the third elder of the inner sect of the clan, and he has lived for more than seventy years. Wherever he goes, he is treated like a god.

Today, I was actually used as a negative example by a young man in his early twenties in front of thousands of people!

How can we tolerate this?!

"You little brat, you're asking for it!!"

Zongzheng completely broke down, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared.

His joints cracked, and his black Tang suit, which had fit him perfectly, suddenly bulged out of shape from the pressure.

A white shockwave exploded from his body.

Upon seeing this, An Jianjun, who was standing by the station, couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

He's lived to such an old age and led troops for so many years.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a fantastical scene of true qi being projected outwards in real life!

This is something even my own father couldn't do.

This old monster has definitely pulled out all the stops!

The soldiers watching all took several large steps back in a sudden rush, and gasps of surprise rose from the crowd.

"Holy crap, they're filming a movie! And it even has special effects!"

"The old man is about to transform! Instructor Chen, run!"

Mulan's special forces team.

Ram bit off half a sausage, her hand unconsciously gripping the stool beneath her.

"Damn, could this old guy really have lasted three moves?"

Jiang Nan, looking excited, casually stuffed a juicy, roasted sausage into Guo Huaiying's mouth.

"Don't worry, it's just a little special effect, the instructor can do that too!"

Zongzheng completely ignored the reactions around him, recklessly burning his own life force.

This is one of the family's secret techniques, which can consume a large amount of blood and energy in a short period of time to gain powerful bursts of energy. However, the price is not only rapid weakening but also intense pain.

The pain caused his face to contort involuntarily, but the resulting strength was also immense.

"Secret Technique of the Clan! Shattering Star Palm!"

With a roar, the old man clasped his hands together, transforming into a blurry shadow as he lunged directly at Chen Zheng's face.

This move sealed off all evasion routes. Before the palm strike even arrived, the killing intent had already caused cracks to appear in the concrete beneath Chen Zheng's feet.

The two bodyguards in suits behind him trembled with excitement upon seeing this.

The Third Elder has even resorted to this trick! This arrogant brat will surely be smashed into a pile of minced meat on the spot today!

However, faced with this deadly blow, Chen Zheng simply shook his head.

"Too weak."

He slowly raised his left hand, tightened the lid of the thermos, and slumped slightly.

He casually pulled his right fist back and unleashed it in a simple, ordinary way, towards Zongzheng's palms, which were capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks.

This punch had no fancy moves, no surge of true energy, and no cool special effects.

It was just a very ordinary, casual punch.

boom!!

The moment the fist was thrown, a loud bang echoed through the air!

A wave of air shot out in the direction of his fist.

The concrete ground beneath their feet shattered into pieces under the impact of the shockwave.

Before Zongzheng's sinister smile had faded, his palms slammed solidly into Chen Zheng's fists.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the venue.

Zong Zheng's protective inner energy, which he had painstakingly cultivated his entire life, shattered in an instant before that ordinary fist, not even lasting a fraction of a second.

However, even so, Chen Zheng's power did not stop at all, and it slammed straight towards Zong Zheng's heart.

Chen Zheng's brows furrowed slightly.

Oh no, I used too much force!

This old guy's bones are even more brittle than I thought. If he really took that punch solidly, he would be turned into a bloody mist on the spot.

How am I going to explain this to Yao Yao then?

In a flash, he gritted his teeth, flicked his wrist, and managed to retract ninety percent of his strength.

boom!

Even with only a fraction of the force remaining, the punch still struck Zong Zheng's chest with a loud bang.

The next second, Zongzheng's feet left the ground, and he flew straight out sideways.

Its body traced an arc in the air, flying more than ten meters away before crashing heavily onto the barbed wire fence at the edge of the training field.

The sturdy barbed wire was smashed into a large, human-shaped crater.

Zongzheng slid down the iron net, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The entire training ground fell silent instantly.

All the soldiers had their mouths agape, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

One second the Zong family elder was all arrogant, the next he was sent flying by a single punch from his own instructor.

Judging from this, even if he survives, it will take him several years to recover from his injuries.

The two bodyguards, who were about to cheer, suddenly felt their legs go weak and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

An Jianjun silently put the megaphone back at his feet and took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Is this kid even human?

Even though he knew about Chen Zheng's achievements during this period, he was still shocked by this inhuman fighting power.

"Yay! We won!"

Jiang Nan jumped up excitedly, stuffed the ten yuan that Lamu had slapped on the stool, along with her own hundred yuan, into her pocket, and turned to shout in Chen Zheng's direction.

"The instructor is awesome!"

While wiping away her tears, Ram muttered that she shouldn't have distrusted the instructor, and even more so, she shouldn't have trusted that old man!

At this moment, Chen Zhengcai slowly straightened up, casually brushed the dust off his training uniform, and, holding his thermos, walked step by step to Zong Zheng.

He looked down at the old man, who was clearly on his deathbed, and said coldly, "Old man, for Yao Yao's sake, I'll only cripple you today."

"If you dare to cause trouble in the Southwest Military Region again, I'll make sure you don't even get your ashes inside the urn."

Zongzheng lay on the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been broken. His dantian and dantian had been shattered by that punch, and the true qi he had cultivated for decades had been completely dissipated.

He stared intently at Chen Zheng's face, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

How is that possible?!

His family has a history spanning hundreds of years, and he himself is one of the top three experts in the inner sect. How could he not even withstand a casual punch from this young man?!

He was not reconciled.

Zongzheng gritted his teeth and used the last bit of strength he had left, even though his legs were trembling, he managed to get up from the ground.

He clutched his collapsed chest and gave a bitter laugh.

"Chen Zheng, Instructor Chen... he's truly formidable! I admit defeat today!"

Zong Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on Chen Zheng, and he grinned maliciously again.

"I accept my loss. I will never set foot in the Southwest again! But don't be too happy yet!!"

"The secret Yao Yao holds is crucial to our family's long-term plan!"

"The main family will absolutely not let this go!"

"You Mulan Special Forces Squad, just wait for the revenge of our entire clan!!!"

"I will show you that noble families cannot be humiliated!"

After saying that, he fainted again.