What does this tell us?
In short, we won this battle. For the next one, the special forces China sends shouldn't be too strong.
"Instructor, I'm sorry, I lost." The Chinese special forces soldier approached Yang Feng, head bowed, and said dejectedly.
Yang Feng opened his eyes and said calmly, "Sit back down. There are still two more matches to go. That Korean special forces soldier used a dirty trick. Otherwise, with your strength, you could have easily crushed him."
"So, for the next match, just go for the thunderous approach."
Soon, the next fighting competition began.
The Chinese special forces soldier sent by Yang Feng used all his strength to kick out.
"Bang!"
The Korean special forces soldier's face contorted in pain, and he immediately knelt on one knee on the ring.
Knowing about the underhanded tricks of the Korean special forces, the Chinese special forces sent this time gave him no time to rest, and swept past him again with a single blow.
In an instant, he was kicked off the stage, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The Korean instructor's eyes widened instantly, and he slammed his hand on the chair, his nostrils flaring with anger.
"You Chinese have gone too far! You actually knocked our soldiers unconscious! Referee, I protest!"
"That's right, we must protest! The Chinese special forces have violated regulations!"
The Korean special forces soldiers behind them all stood up, gritting their teeth and filled with rage.
Liang Yekai smiled calmly, stood up, and said, "We didn't attack any vital spots, nor did we violate any rules, so what are you protesting for? Besides, in China, this is called pressing the attack when you're ahead. You Koreans have been studying our culture for many years, surely you understand this? And this is just a friendly sparring match, so getting injured is normal."
"Damn!" The Korean instructor clenched his fist, his eyes fixed on Liang Yekai, before stepping onto the stage.
This scene was witnessed by everyone, who were all amazed.
"I'll be playing in the last match."
The Korean instructor stood up on the circular arena, his gaze slowly shifting to Yang Feng. He pointed with his large hand and said, "Chinese special forces, do you dare to fight me?"
"Me? You're too weak. Are you sure you want to fight me?" Yang Feng said with a faint smile.
These words were a direct insult to the Korean instructor, making him look bad in front of special forces from various countries.
"Chinese special forces, don't speak too soon. Are you afraid to accept the challenge? Are you all talk and no action?"
The Korean instructor's face was grim, and his eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Yang Feng.
"Fine, since you're courting death, you can't blame me."
Yang Feng glanced at the referee, who nodded slightly. He then stepped onto the railing and leaped onto the circular arena.
"What?!"
The special forces soldiers in the audience were shocked and dumbfounded. The distance between the disc-shaped arena and the seats on the sidelines was about eight meters, and he actually jumped onto the arena in one go.
This is terrifying!
"Gurgle~"
The Korean instructor took in all of this and was equally shocked. He swallowed hard, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.
"Alright, look at you. If you can knock me back a step with one punch, you win. But if you can't knock me back a step, you lose. And in the later competitions, your Korea will have to withdraw. Are you willing?" Yang Feng said with amusement.
Upon hearing this, the Korean instructor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "One punch and you take a step back? You said it yourself, Chinese special forces soldier."
Judging from his outstretched hand, he is probably no match for this Chinese instructor, but taking him back a step is a piece of cake.
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Chapter 580 Solution
"These Chinese special forces soldiers are too confident. The Korean instructor's palm strike has a force of about 200 kilograms."
"I think so too. This time, China has gone too far in its arrogance."
"Even though all our instructors are highly skilled, they can withstand a palm strike from that Korean instructor, but they will definitely have to shift their positions—that's beyond doubt!"
The instructors from various overseas countries shook their heads in agreement.
The instructors for special forces from each overseas country are generally very strong, and their abilities are certainly no less than those of ordinary special forces soldiers.
"Chinese special forces soldier, you said it yourself. To use a saying from your country, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. However... if you want to go back on your word now, I can gladly accept it."
The Korean instructor wore a sinister smile, his eyes as venomous as a cobra's.
Upon hearing this, Long Xukun felt a surge of anxiety and quickly moved closer to Yang Feng, loudly objecting:
"Instructor, no way! That Korean instructor is said to be the champion of the last Korean Martial Arts Tournament. His strength is probably over 200 kilograms. If you take a hit from him, even a 3mm iron plate might bend."
"Major Yang, this Korean instructor is a very ruthless person. Even if you are a grandmaster, you might not be able to withstand one of his palm strikes." Liang Yekai stepped forward and came to the bottom of the circular arena, and immediately objected sternly.
"Don't worry, my level of skill is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. As your instructor, you should have confidence in me."
Yang Feng turned to look at the group of Chinese soldiers behind him who were worried about him, smiled calmly, then turned back to look at the Korean instructor. Ignoring their obstruction, he extended a finger and beckoned to him, a gesture of provocation.
"Come!"
"snort!"