"Next, let's deconstruct so other moves..."
"General Tian!" Lieutenant Colonel Jason, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back.
This commander of the Special Operations Battalion of the 107 Armored Division in the Feiyang Dalarpeya Military District could no longer tolerate this Fatty's near-mocking so-called fighting guidance. With a serious face, he strode forward: "We've all learned this type of fighting skills. I've heard General Tian has a highly esteed achievent in hand-to-hand combat, and everyone wants to witness... the real deal!"
Jason emphasized the words "the real deal."
"The real deal?!" Fatty seed puzzled.
"The General is a Leray person..." Jason remarked disdainfully, "I don't know how Leray soldiers train for combat, but in the Feiyang Republic, our hand-to-hand fighting is based on fully committed brawling training. If the General wishes to personally instruct various camps in fighting skills, then for the warriors to have a direct understanding and feel, we can select soone to engage in actual battle with the General."
Upon hearing Jason's words, Margaret, who had just walked over to the side, paused.
Seemingly aware of Margaret's presence, both Jason and Fatty turned their heads to glance at Margaret.
Under the bright sunshine, Margaret's hair was that very light, very pale shade of blonde, extrely fine, extrely smooth. With a devil-like figure, curvy and striking, her face was stunningly captivating. She stood quietly in her Feiyang uniform, yet she exuded an aura of intoxicating sensuality.
Trying to use seduction on ! Fatty proudly puffed out his chest and discreetly discarded his lollipop.
"So, General Tian..." The arrival of Margaret, the recognized goddess of the military among the Feiyang soldiers, engulfed the entire Special Forces Camp in an intense masculine atmosphere. Jason and the warriors' aura beca aggressive: "If you don't want to, or are afraid of getting hurt, we'll just continue our training ourselves..."
"Well..." Fatty glanced at Margaret, hesitating: "...Training, how could there be injuries..."
"Since it's fully committed fighting, naturally there's a chance of injury," Jason, whose build was lean and agile compared to the portly Fatty, seed naturally more impressive. At this mont, standing tall, he exuded even more heroic spirit: "Getting injured is commonplace for us Special Soldiers. At worst, we can spend a few weeks lying in the dical capsule!"
Jason's words were bold and filled with bravado. In front of Margaret, all the Feiyang warriors stood with their chests out and heads held high. They were originally elite among elites in the Feiyang military. In terms of training level, military weapon technology, logistical support, Feiyang was the top in the universe, naturally fostering an air of arrogance. Normally, facing soldiers from other countries, they tended to look down upon them.
It's a pity they didn't know, on Gazalin zrich Planet, this Fatty had already once taught a lesson to their equally arrogant companions driving [Divine].
"This is too barbaric..." Fatty's expression oscillated between blue and white, feeling a bit embarrassed. After thinking for a long ti, he ca up with a reason: "Given the severe circumstances now, what if I injure you all..."
"Haha!" Jason and the soldiers couldn't hold back their laughter. Jason said, "Getting injured by us is our deserved fate. Just afraid our warriors might not hold back and injure the General... I hope the General won't take offense."
"Why would I take offense!" Fatty glanced at Margaret, puffed out his chest, and displayed an air of grandeur.
"All right then!" Jason seized the opportunity and imdiately waved his hand, addressing a burly, dark-skinned fellow whose eyes were so small they were practically just slits: "White Goose! You spar with the General."
"White Goose?" Margaret was startled.
Fatty might be unaware, but she was more than familiar with these characters in the 107 Division Special Camp. She knew that the guy nicknad White Goose wasn't nearly as elegant as his nickna suggested.
The burly dark-skinned man was called White Goose because geese, unlike their seemingly gentle appearance, can be fiercely aggressive. There are examples of geese driving away wolves. This big guy, with a cheerful squinty-eyed smile, doesn't appear nacing. Yet, he's the top gunner in the Special Camp, second in hand-to-hand combat. Whether in cha control or hand-to-hand combat, he charges forward like a fierce White Goose.
Jason sending White Goose out was clearly intended to give Fatty a solid drubbing, to vent so anger.
Margaret's captivating eyes turned to Fatty.
The expression on Fatty's face was rich, seeming sowhat timid, yet unwilling to lose face, occasionally sneaking glances at Margaret, pretending to puff his chest and suck in his belly.
Margaret suddenly felt sowhat bored.
This Fatty, having the nerve to confront Feiyang soldiers, should understand his plight. If he couldn't pass this challenge, imagine how hasty his decisions would be if he faced the sa circumstances between the Western Alliance and Fei Alliance. How could soone so easily cornered take on great responsibility?!
Attention... Grandfather Hastings' intention, is it only attention?
Seeing White Goose taking off his training vest, shaking his muscular fra as he approached, Fatty lifted his head, with a sowhat helpless expression of indecision montarily disappearing.
Margaret's heart skipped a beat. She saw a hint of a cold smile appearing at the corner of Fatty's mouth.
"Bring it on!"
The mont Fatty finished speaking, White Goose charged like a whirlwind. His arms, as thick as a normal person's waist, fully bulged, veins and muscles resembling azure dragons clawed wildly across his arms. His fists, as large as pots, punched the air rapidly, producing a crisp sound like the wind.
The force of this punch seed capable of splitting mountains and cracking stones. Although distant, Margaret could feel the punch's gust face-on.
Rumor had it that White Goose's heavy punch was unrivaled in the 107 Division, apparently with no exaggeration. Not only a person, but even if there were a lion weighing several hundred kilograms, this punch could knock it down!
The White Goose was nad wrong; he should be called Rhino! Not to ntion getting hit, even the slightest graze would instantly tear one's skin.
In a flash, Fatty also made a move.
Everyone felt their heart skip a beat, their breath suspended. Fatty threw a punch, fast as lightning, unbelievably aid right at White Goose's fist!
Head-to-head! This Fatty was insane!
The thought had barely crossed the mind when there was a loud bang, and the two fists collided firmly. The dust kicked up billowed into the air and scattered abruptly in a shockwave-like manner. Though subtle, it was clearly visible. The sound and the scene were visually more striking than a bomb exploding right in front.
A muffled groan echoed, and everyone's mind went blank.
White Goose's right arm hung limply by his side. Large sweat drops slid down his anguished and contorted face. His left arm was feebly defending. anwhile, Fatty approached him, his fists were like two sharp iron hamrs. Face, chest, abdon, waist... each strike sounded like a dense rainstorm, suffocating.
"You're lucky I didn't cripple your arm!" Fatty punched White Goose's face, making it bloom. Next, he took a few swift steps, then his shoulder, like a battering ram, slamd into White Goose.
This impact felt like being hit by a heavy truck. The nearly two-ter tall, three-hundred-twenty-pound White Goose was blasted away like a shell from a cannon. He skidded over twenty ters before coming to a twisted stop.
The entire training ground fell silent.
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. The comntator, Cangtian Baihe, claid he's no White Goose. But he is, he is, he is! Brothers, cast your votes and bomb him!
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