"Sir, what would you like to order?"
"No need." Yang Feng shook his head lightly and immediately prepared to close the door.
As the door closed halfway, the Jordanian beauty grabbed Yang Feng's arm, a glint of fighting spirit flashing in her eyes, and kicked the door open.
"Bang!"
Yang Feng frowned, took several steps back, his head full of doubt, thinking: This woman is crazy, I don't think I know her!
He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes began to look serious because the Jordanian beauty in front of him was a master at the early stage of the Xuan rank.
From this, we can infer that it was this country that came to test their China.
However, Yang Feng's strength as an instructor goes without saying. Once you experience the strength of the Chinese instructors, you can roughly understand the strength of the Chinese special forces.
But she never expected that the man in front of her would be so terrifying!
"Take this, Chinese soldier!" the Jordanian beauty shouted, unleashing a graceful sweeping motion. Combined with her high heels, the attack was significantly more lethal.
Yang Feng smiled coldly to himself, shook his head, and muttered, "They really resort to violence at the slightest disagreement..."
He turned slightly and dodged the sweeping attack; it posed no challenge whatsoever and was practically a piece of cake for him.
"You can leave now. Call over some strong people." Yang Feng sat calmly in the chair and casually poured himself a glass of water.
"you!"
Seeing the Chinese soldier so calmly making jokes, the Jordanian beauty immediately became so angry that her breasts heaved, which surprised Yang Feng.
Foreign beauties are so broad-minded...
"You're asking for it!" The Jordanian beauty suddenly raised her foot and slammed it down hard on Yang Feng's head with great speed and force.
An ordinary soldier might have had a hole smashed into his head.
"Too weak."
Yang Feng slightly raised his hand and grasped her ankle, then shook his head dismissively.
"How is this possible! How could Chinese soldiers be so strong? I... I don't believe it!" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Jordanian beauty, her heart trembling with shock. She was actually the deputy instructor of the Jordanian special forces this time, so her strength was beyond question.
But now they were easily blocked by the Chinese instructors, which is a complete disgrace.
"Little girl, go back!" Yang Feng pushed away her long, white legs and said indifferently.
She stumbled backward to the doorway, but upon hearing his words "little girl," the Jordanian beauty nearly fainted with anger, for she naturally understood the Chinese language.
That statement is nothing short of an insult to her abilities.
"What's your name? It's unbelievable that China has such a young and capable instructor." The Jordanian beauty finally calmed down and said coldly.
Yang Feng glanced at the Jordanian beauty. She had tanned skin, European-standard features, a tall figure, and long brown hair. She looked to be around twenty-eight years old.
"A friend has come from afar, young lady... shouldn't you tell me who you are first?"
Hearing this, even the Jordanian beauty, who was in a good mood, was almost unable to bear it.
Her eyes were practically spitting fire as she glared at Yang Feng and said, "My Chinese name is Han Shasha. I'm the deputy instructor for the Jordanian special forces team. You're very strong; among all the people I've met, you could say you're the strongest."
"Oh? Such a high evaluation!"
Yang Feng feigned surprise as he looked at Han Shasha, then said with a smile, "You can go back and tell all the special forces in Jordan that in this World Special Forces Tournament, the champion... is definitely going to be from China."
"You... are arrogant and conceited. Your strength does not mean that the soldiers you lead are strong!"
Han Shasha gave Yang Feng a deep look, then turned and quickly left.
Their fight was so quiet that it didn't attract any attention from others.
"Heh, arrogant and conceited? Arrogance requires the backing of real strength. I don't believe your special forces are at the Yellow Rank!"
Yang Feng held the cup in his hand, admiring it carefully for a while, muttering to himself, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
After all, it takes a lot of effort to cultivate to the Yellow Rank. Without the nurturing of resources and the opportunity and talent, it is absolutely impossible.
The woman named Han Shasha has considerable talent, which is why she has received attention and training from the Jordanian government.
The next morning, the special forces soldiers got up early and went to the restaurant on the first floor for an energy breakfast.
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Chapter 578 Sparring and Combat
"The man in the black robe... Heh, interesting."
Yang Feng smiled coldly. No matter who it was, as long as they dared to mess with his Orchid Society, he would eliminate them. After all, he had once accepted the mission to unify the underground forces across the country. Otherwise, the punishment for that mission would be too terrifying.
With a wave of his hand, he destroyed all the bindings on everyone, then came to Hengqing and handed him a healing pill.
"Young Master Yang, what should we do with him?" Huang Shan stepped forward, coldly looking at Cai Donglong lying on the ground like a dead fish, and asked.
"Need I say more? Deal with it."
Yang Feng glanced at him and said indifferently, but he was a little puzzled. When he saw Cai Donglong a few days ago, he was only a Yellow Rank martial artist. Now he has actually transformed into a peerless master at the peak of Earth Rank.
This is absolutely amazing.
"Yes!" Huang Shan nodded forcefully, waved his hand and called a few people to drag Cai Donglong away. Originally, he could have left this place and taken the money he had to live a peaceful life, but he insisted on courting death, so he had no one to blame but himself.