In order to finish off Wu Xiaoyu as soon as possible, and to let the soldiers of the other squadrons present see how powerful they are, Fan Biao shouted loudly, used a thunderous momentum, and attacked Wu Xiaoyu.

His clenched fist was like a casserole, huge and strong, and where the fist passed, there was a faint sound of explosion.

Wu Xiaoyu faced this lightning-like fist, and he was so calm that he didn't have the slightest gesture of retreating and dodging.

This made the surrounding soldiers unconsciously dumbfounded, is this kid not dying? Why don't you know how to dodge?

Obviously he doesn't have the strength, why do you want to pretend to compare? Fan Squadron is going to break a few ribs with this punch, right?

However, something unexpected happened, when Fan Biao's fist was about to hit Wu Xiaoyu's abdomen, I saw him gently move his right foot and turn his body to the left, actually dodging the attack of Fan's squadron.

This......

Jun officials and soldiers all widened their eyes, staring at Wu Xiaoyu in disbelief, and many soldiers even rubbed their eyes, for fear that they were dazzled just now.

Just when they were full of doubts, they saw that Wu Xiaoyu just stretched out his right palm and struck lightly on the back of the Fan squadron, and the Fan squadron actually fell to the ground.

Fan Biao hit the air, but instead of hitting Wu Xiaoyu, he was knocked to the ground, and he was immediately stunned.

How did Wu Xiaoyu dodge his attack? Why did he fall to the ground, was it because of his palm, or because he lost his center of gravity when he threw himself into the air?

The captain standing on the steps, seeing that Fan Biao was killed in one move, his face was also full of incredulity, and he asked the staff officer beside him, "...... What's wrong with him?"

The staff officer came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and prevaricated: "Squadron Fan...... Squadron Fan should have underestimated the enemy! Yes, underestimated the enemy!"

The soldiers surrounding saw Wu Xiaoyu knocking Fan Biao to the ground, and they couldn't find any other words to describe it except for shock.

Although the combat strength of the second squadron is not strong, the squadron leader Fan Biao is the number one fighting master in the entire special operations brigade and even the entire Jun area.

He was defeated like this? This is impossible, it must be some kind of trick that Wu Xiaoyu has made!

But under the eyes of everyone, how could Wu Xiaoyu have the opportunity to commit a black hand? Besides, so many people's eyes are not dry food, why didn't anyone see anything unusual?

Wu Xiaoyu ignored the shock and anger around him, and bent down to reach out to Fan Biao, wanting to pull him.

Fan Biao was already arrogant, but now that he was given a second, he was extremely ashamed in his heart, how could he admit his love?

I saw Fan Biao endure the pain in his back, stood up, glared at Wu Xiaoyu angrily, and said provocatively: "Come again!"

Although Wu Xiaoyu understands his frustration at defeat, he and himself are not at the same level at all, even if they compete a hundred times, they are still the result, so why let him humiliate himself again?

"Squadron Fan, I'll forget it!" Wu Xiaoyu said lightly.

And his understatement made the surrounding warriors even more annoyed, what did he mean by this?

It is said that Squadron Fan is not worthy of fighting with him again, and despise Squadron Fan so much, wouldn't he also despise his own people?

When Fan Biao saw him refuse, his face suddenly darkened, his eyes turned red with anger, and he saw his fists clenched, unceremoniously attacking Wu Xiaoyu, who was close at hand.

Wu Xiaoyu still just tossed and turned, and dodged all his attacks.

The frequent attacks made Fan Biao unconsciously start to pant, he stopped slightly, and stared at Wu Xiaoyu while panting.

This Wu Xiaoyu has dodged so many of his attacks, and his face still does not change and his heart does not beat, it can be seen that he does have some real kung fu, and it seems that he really underestimated him.

"Squadron Fan is almost practicing, isn't it? It's not too early, have you forgotten about going out to train?" Wu Xiaoyu said with a smile.

When everyone saw his harmless smile, they couldn't help but feel a trace of fear, this young man was really so good!

Fortunately, Fang Cai made his own sarcastic remarks and teases, and did not annoy him, otherwise I am afraid that I would not have to go to training today, and I would have to be sent to the health team directly.

The captain standing on the steps was ashamed and angry when he saw that his right-hand man was so close to other people's bodies.

In order to prevent the soldiers from being discouraged and lost, the captain hurriedly scolded: "Okay! This is the end of today's competition, let's take each team to training!"

Several squadron leaders, hearing the captain's order, hurriedly sorted out the queue, took their subordinates, and went to training.

And Fan Biao was still panting, looking at Wu Xiaoyu, he couldn't let go of his heart for a long time, he practiced hard day and night, and he couldn't even deal with such a half-sized boy, how could he go into battle to kill the enemy, and how to carry out the decapitation operation?

"Fan Biao, what are you doing? It's not enough to be ashamed?" the captain scolded angrily when he saw that he was stunned.

Fan Biao was woken up by the captain, and hurriedly cleaned up his mood, arranged the queue, and ran to the assembly area with them.

Wu Xiaoyu saw that he didn't greet him, so he led the team to set off, smiled bitterly in his heart, and hurriedly followed behind.

More than 100 members of the 2nd Squadron gathered at the gate of the camp and stood stupidly one by one, like frosted eggplants.

Fan Biao glanced at Wu Xiaoyu, who was following slowly, and reprimanded the soldiers: "How do I usually educate you? Do you know what Jun Ling Rushan is?

Although Wu Xiaoyu knew that he was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, who let himself lose the prestige of others?

No matter how people say it, they are also squadron leaders, and in front of their own fighters, they are beaten by themselves without any resistance, so they naturally have to find an opportunity to return the color, otherwise how to serve the crowd and how to educate the soldiers?

"I'm sorry, I'm walking a little slower!" Wu Xiaoyu said softly.

Fan Biao saw that he had restrained his arrogance and became humble, and he didn't want to say anything more, just snorted, and ordered the team to set off in the car.

After these soldiers all sat in the car, Wu Xiaoyu followed behind Fan Biao and got into the first car.

He just walked in, but he was dumbfounded, there was only one seat left in this car, Fan Biao sat on it unceremoniously, ignoring himself!

Wu Xiaoyu entered the car, and saw that it was already fully loaded, and he had obviously become the superfluous person, he was just about to get out of the car and sit in the back car, but the driver suddenly drove.

Wu Xiaoyu, who was undecided, was driven by inertia and couldn't help but fall backwards, and the soldiers were about to see him make a fool of himself, but they saw that he was leaning back and standing still.

The soldiers couldn't see Wu Xiaoyu make a fool of themselves, and they couldn't help but lose their heads again, how could this Wu Xiaoyu be so powerful?

Even if he defeated the Fan squadron, now he can even overcome the inertia when the vehicle starts, which shows that his kung fu is really good.

Just now he was standing downstairs in the dormitory, and he was still provocative and humiliating, he was really like a clown jumping off the beam, in his opinion, he was afraid that these people were not even as good as waste.

When training for a while, if he took the opportunity to declare his personal vendetta, be cruel to himself, and deliberately torture himself, how could it be good?

The vice captain, who was sitting next to Fan Biao, poked Fan Biao with his elbow and said in a low voice: "He is indeed a master, or else, let's be soft?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Biao's brows gathered into a Sichuan character again, snorted, turned his head, closed his eyes and recuperated.

The vice captain hesitated for a long time, but he still felt that he had to treat Wu Xiaoyu politely, after all, he was a martial arts instructor hired by Shi Zhang.

(End of chapter)