The Korean instructor snorted coldly, clenching his fists tightly, ready to unleash all his strength.
"If you insist on entering the gates of hell, I will only use one-tenth of my strength."
The next moment, his body moved, and he moved very fast.
An explosive force was transmitted from his arm to his fist, and then amplified again by the inertia of the swinging arm.
The fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed hard into Yang Feng's chest.
"Bang!"
The entire arena fell silent, every special forces soldier's eyes fixed on the two on the disc-shaped arena.
"Instructor!"
All the Chinese special forces soldiers sitting in their seats suddenly stood up and shouted in unison, their hearts filled with tension and worry.
"Chinese people love to show off; to use a phrase from their country, they capsize in a ditch."
Special forces soldiers from the United States, Japan, and Jordan couldn't help but sneer, their faces showing schadenfreude.
However, when they saw that Yang Feng's feet hadn't moved an inch and his lower body was as stable as a dog, they were immediately dazzled.
"What?!"
On the arena.
Yang Feng's expression was nonchalant, his lips seemed to be faintly curved, and his dark eyes were as calm as an ancient well. His left eye was covered by long bangs, making him look very cold.
"You... How could this be? I don't believe it!"
The Korean instructor, who had been full of confidence, suddenly changed his expression.
His eyes widened gradually, as if he had seen something terrifying.
"Nothing is impossible. You Koreans have lost, so all future competitions will be considered a concesion!"
Yang Feng smiled coldly, flung away the large hand that was pressed against his chest, and said.
"No... How could you be completely unharmed? You must be at your last gasp right now. Get down!" The Korean instructor's eyes were filled with horror, and he stammered as he spoke. Then, a ferocious look flashed across his face, and he raised his fist and slammed it down.
"Rubbish!"
Yang Feng looked at him with disdain, and suddenly kicked out, leaving only a blur.
"Bang!"
Instantly, the Korean instructor's entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"Ugh!" In mid-air, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then slammed hard onto the ground, bounced up reflexively, rolled over once, and collapsed unconscious.
The entire venue was deathly silent!
powerful!
Extremely powerful!
At this moment, these are the labels that everyone has attached to Yang Feng; they simply cannot see clearly when Yang Feng attacks.
I'm afraid we'd need to slow it down a hundred times to see it clearly!
"I guess we Chinese won this match," Yang Feng said calmly, turning to look at the astonished Jordanian referee.
Upon hearing this sound, everyone barely managed to come to their senses, their eyes filled with horror.
"Uh, yes, your Chinese special forces combat competition has won and entered the final round." The Jordanian referee's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of apprehension as he looked at Yang Feng.
"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk slowly downstairs.
Under the spotlight, suddenly...
Yang Feng stumbled, his foot slipped on the steps, and he almost fell.
There was an awkward moment.
"Instructor, are you a devil?" Long Xukun and a group of Chinese special forces soldiers came forward to greet Yang Feng, looking at him as if he were a monster.
Yang Feng coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "Yes, that's right, I am the devil."
"Uh..." The Chinese special forces soldiers were immediately embarrassed.
Next came the competition between special forces from other countries, while the Korean special forces left the field with resentful expressions.
They cannot break their word among people from different countries, otherwise it would be even more disgraceful for Goryeo.
The final round of the competition is about to begin.
Only special forces from three countries remained: China, the United States, and Jordan.
The outcome was decided quickly, before sunset.
All the special forces soldiers in China are Yellow-rank experts, especially Long Xukun, whose strength has reached the mid-stage of Yellow-rank.
The US special forces were ultimately eliminated.
Both China and Jordan advanced to the next round and secured victory.
In the evening, everyone returned to the hotel and settled in. After a long day, they enjoyed a sumptuous and high-protein meal before going back to their rooms to rest.