Shipborne Special Forces.

The monk nodded quickly this time and said, "Alright, as a soldier, it's only right that I learn some self-defense techniques."

"Speaking of self-defense, I just realized something. Are we the only recruits in the entire Navy who didn't learn military boxing?" Xiao Tian suddenly raised his hand.

The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Aiguo and the martial monk.

In the last case, the fact that they didn't learn military boxing was entirely due to these two.

The monk and Wang Aiguo looked at each other, then simultaneously pointed at one another.

"This is all his fault."

Everyone: "Hehe."

Neither of you can escape the blame for this.

.......

A few minutes later, Wang Aiguo and the others, led by the martial monk, went downstairs. As soon as they went downstairs, they saw a group of people already there.

Wang Aiguo and the others were taken aback, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that someone was already performing martial arts.

In the very center of the playground, a young man of average height was leaping and bounding about, seemingly practicing something like Taekwondo.

"Hey, trying to steal my job!" Wang Aiguo couldn't help but say, looking at the young man.

It must be said that compared to the simple and brutal methods of martial monks, Taekwondo is indeed much more visually appealing. Even simple movements like the roundhouse kick are highly entertaining.

More and more people arrived, and eventually even the female soldiers came. There was no other way; this dilapidated outpost had absolutely no entertainment options, so everyone would gather around if there was anything fun to do.

About twenty minutes later, the young man stopped, drenched in sweat. As soon as he stopped, a crowd of people rushed over to him like a group of fans, some offering him tissues, others offering him water, all very attentive.

At that moment, Wang Aiguo squinted at the martial monk.

The monk also noticed Wang Aiguo's gaze, and the two exchanged glances, the gist of which was...

Wang Aiguo: "Look at him, he's captivated so many people with his martial arts skills, and look at yourself."

Monk: "Don't you have any self-awareness about how I ended up like this?"

Wang Aiguo: "No!"

Monk: "..."

Just as the taekwondo boy was surrounded by a crowd, Grandpa Bi suddenly turned around, spotted the martial monk, and then shouted with bright eyes.

"Monk, haven't you always been looking for a master? Come, come, here's a master right here!"

When Grandpa Bi shouted that, everyone immediately turned to look at the martial monk. Upon being looked at by everyone, the martial monk became instantly embarrassed.

"How about you two have a go?" Captain Mo, who was always eager to stir things up, finally said this.

The monk was even more embarrassed; his opponent was a head shorter than him, and by appearances, weighed at least 50 kilograms less. In a boxing ring, that would be equivalent to a lightweight versus a heavyweight.

Just as the Shaolin monks were considering the other man's safety and hoping to stop this foolish farce, the Taekwondo guy stepped forward and said confidently, "Sure, I was just thinking of sparring with a Shaolin monk too."

Immediately afterward, Wang Aiguo saw a glint of cold light flash in the monk's eyes. At that moment, he suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for the young man.

Haha, your combat power is at most 6000, while the one opposite you might have over 6!

.......

So, amidst cheers, the monks took to the stage.

"You've been performing for so long, do you want to take a break?" The monk came up and very "kindly" reminded the other person.

The young man shook his head and said casually, "It's nothing. My training used to be much more tiring than this. This is just a warm-up."

"Okay." The monk nodded expressionlessly.

The two men stepped back two meters and stood facing each other. At this moment, Grandpa Bi squatted down beside them with great interest, and even took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket.

"Alright, you can begin," Grandpa Bi said cheerfully while stuffing sunflower seeds into his mouth.

The two nodded, then bowed to each other and began their 'sparring'.

However, despite being called a friendly spar, the fight actually lasted less than five seconds.

If you slow down the footage, you'll see a young taekwondo practitioner striking a pose before rushing up and unleashing a roundhouse kick at a martial monk.

Then... the monk stretched out his 1.35-meter-long leg and kicked the opponent in the abdomen, sending him flying more than three meters away.

Everyone: "..."

A hush fell over the scene; everyone was stunned. Only Wang Aiguo put his hand to his forehead; he had expected this. For a martial monk like him, who could carry him down the stairs, what difficulty could there be in dealing with a young man 50 pounds lighter than himself?

....

The young man was from the second squad. Led by Erpang, he was carried away. He was clutching his stomach as they carried him away, looking like he was having a difficult childbirth.

Grandpa Bi looked embarrassed, then said somewhat reproachfully, "Monk, couldn't you have gone a little easier?"

"Um... I'm very light, otherwise he could have flown six meters."

Everyone: "..."

Okay, okay, you're awesome now, alright?

The taekwondo set was carried away, and everyone was thinking of just leaving. But then the martial monk walked up to Wang Aiguo and the others and said, "Alright, now I'll teach you self-defense techniques."

"Oh? There's more to see?" The monk's words brought everyone back from leaving, and they all looked at the monk with great interest.

Then, the monk acted as if nothing had happened and walked straight to the center of the arena, saying to Wang Aiguo, "Sanbai, come over here and be a model."

"Okay!" Wang Aiguo ran over excitedly; he was somewhat interested in martial arts.

However, as he walked over, Wang Aiguo did not notice the strange light emanating from the monk's eyes.

The monk came here today to teach everyone martial arts, but he came with ulterior motives. It's one thing to not teach martial arts, but just mentioning it makes him angry. When he first came to Team 12, he wanted to establish himself as a martial arts master. But after meeting Wang Aiguo, he instantly became a goofball.

The grudge of ruining someone's image must be avenged.

"Three hundred, when I was training, my master often said that before learning to fight, you must first learn to take a beating. Taking a beating is an art, and it is very important to minimize the area that can be hit. First, let me tell you about the basic vital points on the human body, as those who have watched boxing matches should know. The chin is very vulnerable, and once it is hit, a person will lose their balance."

"I've heard of that. It's said that the human brain is surrounded by cerebrospinal fluid inside the skull, essentially floating. When the chin is hit, the head shakes violently, causing the brain to bounce around inside the skull, resulting in a mild concussion and loss of mobility," Wang Aiguo explained considerately to the martial monk.

The monk looked shocked, as if to say, "What you said makes perfect sense."

Wang Aiguo was baffled. So you don't even know the principle?