Super Special Forces King

Pukan looked down seriously, but he was very happy.

"You are divided into seven teams, and then you have a fighting game. The one who fights to the end is the winner, and the winner will be favored by the girl and will spend the night with you!"

Pukan said loudly.

The people below are not calm, they are really going to make trouble, this is interesting, but they are not moving, but their expressions are a little strange.

Pukan went on to say: "I will give you two minutes to prepare!" He said that Pukan was about to walk down, and he saw Zhang Feng coming over, and there seemed to be something to do.

"Zhang, what else can I add?" Pukan asked.

"Have!"

Zhang Feng ignored Pukan and walked up to the podium, and then said loudly to the following: "The rules of the game are very simple. There are more than 100 people in a team fighting together. I think this ring is big enough to accommodate more than 100 people. Fight together, and the one standing last is the winner! If you are ready, the first team will start now!"

After talking about Zhang Feng, he went on, regardless of everyone's opinions on his rule.

Even Pukan was very surprised. Did more than one hundred people fight? I have never seen such a game, and it is still so cruel. The person standing last, how powerful is that?

"Zhang, I think this should be changed?" Pukan said embarrassedly.

He has great concerns, because it is easy to die, many people are injured, and the training cannot continue.

Zhang Feng looked at Pukan with a serious and serious expression, but Pukan's face was very difficult to read because it was threatening him.

But Pukan's face quickly changed into a smile, and he smiled: "Haha, Zhang, just do it for you!"

"Mr. Pukan, I said that if you want to train them into beasts, you can train them in the way of beasts. This is a very good actual combat. The trophy is women. This is very primitive, whether it is ancient humans or all animals. On the grassland, a group of lions are fighting, they are vying for territory and females..." Zhang Feng hesitated.

The following is left to Pukan himself.

"Zhang, I understand!" Pukan said in a deep voice.

Zhang Feng didn't want to say too much. If he could not train according to his own will, then he would not be the instructor.

But this is not easy. Pukan still needs to make some preparations, such as mobilizing medical resources for each training camp, and contacting hospitals in nearby cities to be ready at any time.

Then came the helicopter.

As far as possible not to be dead, Pukan is doing the aftermath.

Zhang Feng sat alone and no one paid him any attention. Even Sharapova had an opinion. She didn't think it was necessary.

But on this serious matter, she has no say, because her father hasn't said anything, so what can she say.

Ten minutes later, the first team went up. A total of 110 people crowded into the seemingly small ring, and it was a bit difficult to open their fists.

But it is because of this that it is the cruelest. Most of the fighting martial arts that I usually learn are not used, relying on instinct.

This is what Zhang Feng wants.

Just now Pukan had already arranged it, and went up with his bare hands, no sharp weapons or anything.

When starting a fight, you can use any means to kill people, or fall down until you can't stand up.

It can even attack vital parts.

As for this game, no one raised any questions, because the things that Pukan decided can't change. If you don't want to participate or are afraid, then get out. It's that simple.

The melee soon began. At the beginning, he didn't know how to start. They had become comrades in the past seven or eight months of training. Now they are going to beat their comrades down for a woman. They can't do this.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng, as the instructor, stood up and said loudly: "Remember, you are now beasts, beasts without any emotions. In your eyes, you only have trophies in your heart, because only trophies can you survive, otherwise you will If you starve to death, you will be killed by others..."

Zhang Feng's words were very useful. They started to move. Someone punched the man in front of him in the face, and the man was furious, and then he fought back.

The two fought, and everyone around them fought.

A melee began, and the people under the ring watched in a daze. The people on the ring made more and more screams. The surface of the ring was dyed red with blood, and they were still hitting each other.

And everyone’s opponent is not just one person, they have to face opponents from all directions, and they have to deal with the person in front of them.

The person who can stand last under such a blow is not an ordinary person.

More than one hundred people slowly lay down. They were seriously injured, their hands and feet were broken, and so on. The medical team watched nervously from the side, and found a way to rescue them when they were about to fail.

Fortunately, they did not kill those who lay down, and the seriously injured were able to survive.

The battle lasted for more than half an hour. The last person standing was wounded, his head was battered, and his clothes were torn, showing his scarred and lean muscles. He was crumbling. It was a belief that there was no support for him. Standing.

He is less than 1.8 meters tall, not very strong, but his lean muscles are full of strength, and Zhang Feng has long been eyeing him.

Zhang Feng is holding a list in his hand. At the front of the list is a photo of an inch dish. This person is from the Pacific of Southeast Asia. He is a superb Muay Thai and is only 25 years old.

There are more than 100 people in their team, and more than 90% of them are much stronger than he looks.

It is not easy for him to win.

His name is Zaren Padafeng.

Zhang Feng remembered this name.

Actually, Zhang Feng is still a little selfish in doing this. He wants the strongest among these students, and he might be able to use it in the future.

The battle is over, and it's weirdly quiet below, this is a real shot!

At this moment, Zhang Feng stepped onto the ring and raised Zaren's hand and said loudly: "The winner is Zaren Padafeng, you go choose a girl, and within a limited time, she will be your woman!"

Zaren's spirit is still in excitement, it seems that he can't hear Zhang Feng's words, his eyes are red, and he blushed just now.

The people below are still silent, they have already felt their fate.

"Mr. Dafeng!" Zhang Feng reminded.

Zaren reacted and said to Zhang Feng: "Yes, instructor!"

The voice is still very loud.

"Go get your trophy!" Zhang Feng said.

"Yes!"

Zaren endured the pain in many parts of his body, walked in front of the dumbfounded girl behind, grabbed a girl's hand at random, turned around and shouted at the audience: "Ah..."

This is the cry of victory.

"Who..." The following finally shouted, shouting for the winner.

Zaren took the girl's hand and walked down.

Zhang Feng said to the girl: "Pretty lady, please take good care of Mr. Dafeng, he is our hero!"

The girl nodded. The scene just now scared her.