Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

Tan Zhaofeng from Area A5 walked around the room for a long time and found nothing!

But he was still stubborn and walked around in the empty room, although he seemed a little stupid.

When Huang Yuejun walked into Area B5, he saw this scene. In a large, empty room, there was a wandering soul with nowhere to go.

The moment the sound came, Tan Zhaofeng looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw Huang Yuejun, he laughed and said happily: "I said, isn't this high-tech? Why didn't I show up after being here for a long time? It turned out that a real person was assigned to me."

Huang Yuejun just nodded to Tan Zhaofeng to show that he had greeted him. He really didn't know what to say to what he said when he was happy. He was not good at this!

Tan Zhaofeng also knew Huang Yuejun's character to some extent. He heard that this person was a low-key person who knew how to make himself transparent. Otherwise, Zhang Qicheng, who had been committed to finding people to learn from for so many years in the Western Military Region, had not been able to find this powerful opponent.

"Then we won't come here empty-handed. The instructor arranged for us to meet here. He must want us to fight. I will do my best, and you too." Tan Zhaofeng said.

"Okay, I will do my best." Huang Yuejun said seriously. A few days ago, he would have avoided such a thing if he could, but these few days of getting along with them made him feel that it was not bad to try his best in everything.

In the spacious and bright indoor training room, two soldiers stood opposite each other with upright postures.

Tan Zhaofeng is a typical northern man, tall and mighty, like a towering mountain, with broad shoulders that seem to be able to support the sky.

His face is as tough as a sculpture, his square chin reveals a stubbornness, and under his thick sword eyebrows, a pair of piercing eyes are flashing with a firm and fiery light at this moment, as if burning with a raging fire.

His slightly pursed lips show his inner perseverance.

Tan Zhaofeng is usually a straightforward, heroic and resolute person. At this moment, he clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and veins on his forehead bulged.

His expression was serious and focused, as if he regarded this competition as a real battle, revealing a stubbornness that would not give up until the goal was achieved.

Huang Yuejun was born in the south and grew up in the northwest. Compared with Tan Zhaofeng's height, he is relatively thin, but his muscles are tight, his lines are smooth, and he is full of explosive power.

His face is slightly thin, but with clear edges and corners, and his high nose bridge is filled with a firm expression.

His bright eyes are as bright as stars, and he is staring at his opponent intently at this moment, with calmness and composure in his eyes.

Huang Yuejun is a patient and restrained person, who thinks carefully about what he does, and is low-key and not impatient. Even when facing a powerful opponent, he can remain calm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his lips were tightly pursed, revealing a hint of determination. He observed Tan Zhaofeng's every move with full concentration, ready to react at any time.

The air in the room was filled with tension and expectation.

Tan Zhaofeng took the lead! He took a step forward, his thigh muscles instantly tightened, driving his whole body forward like a cannonball.

The muscles of his right arm bulged, and a swift straight punch rushed towards the opponent like lightning, and at the same time he shouted: "Watch this!" The fist wind whistled, with the momentum of thunder and lightning.

Huang Yuejun reacted quickly, his body slightly tilted, as light as a willow branch in the wind, and lightly dodged this fierce punch, and said calmly: "Good skills!"

Then, he used his left leg as the axis, and his right leg quickly spun around, his toes straightened, and a fierce roundhouse kick, the leg wind whistled, directly hitting the opponent's head.

Tan Zhaofeng quickly ducked his head to avoid the blow, and at the same time, he swept his left leg out fiercely, like a huge broom. This sweeping kick was fierce, trying to sweep down the opponent, and shouted: "Don't try to succeed!"

Huang Yuejun pushed the ground with both feet, jumped high, and made a beautiful flip in the air, landing steadily. The moment he landed, he punched out with both fists, stretched his arms to the extreme, like two tigers coming out of the mountains, punched fiercely, and hit the opponent's chest, saying: "Take my fists!"

Their figures intertwined in the training room, the fist wind whistled, and the shadows of legs flew.

Every time Tan Zhaofeng punched, he was accompanied by a low roar, and the muscles of his arms contracted and stretched quickly, full of power.

Every time Huang Yuejun kicked, he was clean and neat, the muscle lines of his legs were clearly visible, and his movements were flexible and varied. Sweat soaked their clothes and dripped on the ground, but it did not affect their dedication at all.

Attack, defense, counterattack, their movements were like flowing clouds and water, and they went back and forth with heavy breathing.

This is a contest of strength, and a comprehensive test of skills, speed and reaction ability.

However, it is not just that! In addition to the grappling and fighting skills they learned in the army, they also have their own family learning, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

After being passed down and improved by countless generations, they gradually became some new martial arts suitable for use in the army.

Huang Yuejun took the lead! He threw a plain straight punch, which seemed to have no power, straight at Tan Zhaofeng's face.

Tan Zhaofeng's face sank, and a light flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly stopped his body from rushing forward, twisted his body with all his strength, dodged to the side, and kept retreating to the back.

Sure enough, his judgment was correct. Although Huang Yuejun's punch had already moved him one meter away, the internal force from that punch still shocked him a little.

Tan Zhaofeng exclaimed: "This move is powerful, come again!" He suddenly flew up, opened his hands wide, and stepped on Huang Yuejun's head seven or eight times with his legs as if they were equipped with motors!

Huang Yuejun changed his fists into palms, constantly resisting Tan Zhaofeng's kicks, and his body slid back quickly as if there was a rope pulling from behind, trying to get rid of the attack.

The body movements of the two people were weird everywhere. Tan Zhaofeng could attack people in the air without any leverage.

Huang Yuejun could also retreat to the back of his body when his body was clearly leaning forward. However, no matter how one attacked or how the other retreated, they could not get rid of the other's attack for a while, and neither could cause damage to the other for the time being.

Just like that, the two of them kept testing each other, switching non-stop, taking turns to use all they had learned, so they used all their abilities, and in the evenly matched competition, the strength of both of them increased!