Chapter 12: The Hawk Shoots the Sun (Part 2)

Damn, isn't this kid only twelve years old? He's actually a bona fide Smiling Tiger?!

Zhanxiage can only say that the Fifth Special Division Elite Training School is indeed a place that produces many talents. For an extraordinary figure like Liu Wei to be merely a righteous guardian of the people is a waste of talent! He was ruthless, clearly wishing he could kick someone to death, yet he wore a harmless smile and spoke with a touching concern. He was truly a prime example of a smiling knife, a born underworld boss!

"Big brother is really big brother! Your muscles are really well trained. My leg kicked you, and it's still hurting a bit from the shock!"

God knows whether Liu Wei's words were flattery or sarcasm. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked back to the sandbag in a corner of the training ground. He was certain the fight was over; his right leg could break a tree stump with a single kick. A fool with no combat training, after taking such a heavy blow, would never be able to get back up on his own in a short time!

But......

Suddenly, a voice behind Liu Wei sounded, one that should never have been heard again: "Hey, kid, we're not done yet!" ”

Zhan Xiaoge reached out to support himself on the floor, like a folding ruler, steadily propping himself up section by section. He reached out to shake the blood flowing from his nose, shook his groggy head, and glared at Liu Wei, shouting, "Kid, that kick is really something. But you didn't hit any vital spot that would make me faint for at least three hours. What's the rush?!" ”

The war hero called out, "Again!" ”

Watching Zhanxiage tightly protect his head with both arms, striking a posture that refuses to let go even if he dies, Liu Wei smiled.

"Big brother, you're really nervous. The instructor said that if your muscles tense too tightly during battle and your mind gets too tense, it will affect your coordination and reaction speed, and it's easier to tire your muscles. You should be like me—learn to relax during battle!"

Zhan Xiagage whispered, "Kid, look at your little trick, and you've learned to put on airs like a big guy. Stop acting like a big wolf in front of me!" ”

"Ah!" Liu Wei rubbed his nose and chuckled softly, "Big brother actually saw right through you. But you're just tall and burly, but have no real strength. Do you really think that just because you hold your head, I can't do anything about you?!" What I hate most are people like you who clearly can't do it, yet still insist on putting on a self-righteous face! ”

Liu Wei's left foot suddenly slipped hard on the ground, making a soft "sizzle" sound. Every nerve in his body was at its most tense, and Zhan Xiaoge instinctively lowered his head. When he saw Liu Wei's left foot only tracing a small circle on the ground before quickly pulling it back to his original spot, Zhan Xiagege couldn't help but shout in his heart: "Damn, this kid is cheating!" ”

Liu Wei raised his arm and delivered a lightning-fast right hook to Zhanxiage's chin, which had slipped out of his arm protection because he was lowering his head. Feeling his jaw struck by a heavy hammer, Zhanxiage felt a suffocation in his chest. Suddenly, a blood-red surge rose before his eyes, mixed with dozens of sparkling golden stars flying around, and in his ears came a buzzing sound like hundreds of flies flying together. He was like a drunkard, his steps staggering and circling on the ground.

"Liu Wei, in such a short time, you made two more mistakes!" Jin Zexi shouted, "First, if you had just struck the Tiantu acupoint in his jaw with your Phoenix Eye Fist, at the very least, one strike would have paralyzed his entire body and rendered him completely incapacitated!" If the power is strong enough and the acupoints are accurately targeted, you can even directly interrupt and disrupt their motor system, causing localized body stiffness! Second, a soldier's nature is to attack. As long as the enemy hasn't fallen, you must attack! Attack!! Attack again!! ”

Zhanxia Ge's vision was still red; he only vaguely saw Liu Wei lunge at him again. Liu Wei's hands, like iron pincers, gripped Zhan Xiage's knees tightly. With just a slight force, Zhan Xiagege involuntarily lunged forward, landing on Liu Wei's shoulders.

Zhan Xiaoge felt his body lighten. He was 180 centimeters tall and weighed a full 80 kilograms, yet a twelve-year-old kid had hoisted him up on his shoulder and pulled off a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw!

"Boom!"

Zhan Xiage's body hit something, but it didn't hurt as much as he'd imagined. Instinctively, he crossed his arms, and the sound of metal chains scraping against his head came from above. His body shook in the air, and laughter erupted among the surrounding students. He stared wide-eyed for a long while before finally seeing clearly that he had fallen onto a sandbag hanging from a stand. Now, not only was he clutching the sandbag tightly with both hands, but his head was spinning and hesitating. Instinctively, he even squeezed his legs together, curling them tightly onto the sandbag.

He must look like he's been utterly embarrassed right now!

A terrifyingly penetrating force swept through from the right side of his body. Zhanxiage let out a miserable groan and tumbled down from the sandbag, his body sprawled heavily onto the hard floor of the underground training ground.

(Yao Shao: If you think this book is pretty well written and have recommendation votes, then give it to Yao Shao. Even if it means risking everything, he wants this book to keep one book suppressed. I want to say something: you need principles—don't take advantage of the advantage, and criticize when there's not. Clay figurines have a certain earthy nature, but a person must have a certain amount of courage! ps: A few more words later. In the previous book, when it was mentioned that the protagonist had a younger sister, some people predicted they would have a sibling romance. The protagonist shows a bit of courage, while others insist the later plot will focus on bloody, violent, massacre wars. To this friend, if you can guess the plot from my earlier book, then my book shouldn't be called writing a new book, but rather a routine punch. Hehe)