In the open space in the first battalion, Liu Gen and Wei Dayong stood opposite each other, and the distance between the two was less than three meters.

Liu Gen's eyes were fixed on Wei Dayong, his fists clenched, he knew that he was most likely not Wei Dayong's opponent. But even so, Liu Gen also wanted to fight Wei Dayong, and he knew how big a gap he had between himself and Wei Dayong.

Looking at Liu Gen, who was still in place, Wei Dayong took the initiative to rush towards Liu Gen and kicked at Liu Gen.

"Bang"

Liu Gen didn't have time to retreat, and his fists smashed out directly, smashing Wei Dayong's legs. In the face of Wei Dayong, Liu Gen did not dare to restrain his strength, he knew that if he didn't go all out, he wouldn't have any chance at all.

Both fists smashed on Wei Dayong's legs, Liu Gen felt as if he had smashed on a stone, and the finger bones of his fists could feel the slightest pain. And when he looked at Wei Dayong, Liu Gen could see that Wei Dayong's expression had not changed in the slightest, which made his heart feel terrified.

"Take my punch!" Wei Dayong's eyes were full of battle intent, and his fists struck at Liu Gen.

Liu Gen reluctantly shook his fist and collided with Wei Dayong fiercely, and the simple collision made him feel the pain from his fists again. The pain from his fists made Liu Gen's fists shrink, which made Wei Dayong see an opportunity.

Seizing the opportunity of Liu Gen's fists to shrink back, Wei Dayong kept waving his fists, smashing towards Liu Gen like a continuous heavy rain. Wei Dayong has a lot of combat experience, and not long after he fought Liu Gen, he saw Liu Gen's own shortcomings, that is, Liu Gen did not have enough combat experience.

Everyone can feel the pain when they collide with their opponents' fists, but for Wei Dayong, he has long been accustomed to the pain caused by the collision of his fists. Even Niu Dali and the others have long been accustomed to this kind of pain, they have a lot of combat experience, and naturally know that they can't care about this pain in battle.

Liu Gen is different, he doesn't have a lot of combat experience, and the pain caused by the collision of his fists will make Liu Gen a little unbearable. As Wei Dayong's fist continued to collide with Liu Gen, such pain was also intensifying, and Liu Gen could only retreat again and again!

Feeling the pain from his fists, Liu Gen's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, and in the battle with Wei Dayong, he naturally realized his own shortcomings. The pain caused by the collision of his fists alone was unbearable for him, so how could he really fight the devil?

The pain from the fingerbones of his fists made Liu Gen's fists tremble slightly, and looking at Wei Dayong's continuous attacking fists, Liu Gen could only resist with his fists again and again. However, due to Wei Dayong's constant punching, Liu Gen had no way to shoot with all his strength, and the pain of his fists continued to worsen.

"Drink!" Liu Gen snorted violently, endured the pain of his fists, and smashed it towards Wei Dayong.

This time, Liu Gen did not choose to collide with Wei Dayong's fists, but smashed towards Wei Dayong's chest, he knew that if he wanted to fight back, he needed to break the situation of being suppressed by Wei Dayong. And choosing to attack Wei Dayong's chest, this is the only way Liu Gen can think of.

Seeing Liu Gen's move, Wei Dayong's eyes lit up and suppressed Liu Gen, he felt that he would be able to defeat Liu Gen soon. But now Liu Gen's counterattack made him realize that Liu Gen didn't want to give up the fight yet, and took a deep breath, Wei Dayong also changed the angle of his punch and smashed it towards Liu Gen's chest.

Liu Gen's punches were very fast, and such a lose-lose style of play made it impossible for either of them to retreat. Wei Dayong can't back down, he doesn't want Liu Gen to break the suppressed situation, and Liu Gen has no other choice, he needs to break Wei Dayong's suppression of himself in this way.

"Bang" "Bang"

The fists of the two fell on each other's chests, and Liu Gen only felt his chest stagnate suddenly, and he almost didn't breathe in one breath. Looking at Wei Dayong, Liu Gen could see that Wei Dayong's face was flushed, and he didn't look comfortable. That's right, Liu Gen's physical fitness is not weak, and his strength is also very strong, and with all his strength, Wei Dayong can't easily bear it.

"Come again!" Seeing Wei Dayong's changes, Liu Gen was a little excited, and threw his punch at Wei Dayong again.

Liu Gen realized his advantage, that is, he had a strong enough physique, which meant that Liu Gen had a strong enough ability to resist blows. Liu Gen didn't believe that Wei Dayong could be compared to himself, even if Wei Dayong could be compared with him, he had no other way, this was his only chance to win.

"It's good to come!" Wei Dayong saw Liu Gen punching again, did not flinch, and took the initiative to meet Liu Gen's fist.

The two fists were swung out again, and the fists landed on the other person's body, and the faces of both of them were not good-looking. It's just that Liu Gen and Wei Dayong didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to stop, and the two kept swinging their fists and smashing each other's bodies, so that the fighting method of punching to the flesh made the soldiers of the first battalion a little enthusiastic.

Wei Dayong has a record of defeating Niu Dali and Liu Chao, and the soldiers of the first battalion are not too surprised that Wei Dayong has such a strong strength, they know that Wei Dayong is a master, and they also recognize the fact that Wei Dayong has become an instructor of the first battalion. But for Liu Gen, the new battalion commander, the soldiers were quite surprised, they knew that Liu Gen was the commander of the artillery company, but when did the commander of the artillery company have such a strong strength?

The soldiers looked at Liu Gen and felt that their daily training had been trained on dogs, and they couldn't compare with Wei Dayong, after all, Wei Dayong had been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years. Liu Gen is different, the soldiers know Liu Gen's experience, he is a pancake at a young age, and with his excellent artillery skills, he became the commander of the artillery company, and he has made good achievements in several battles.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Wei Dayong is irreproducible, and they can't be allowed to go to Shaolin Temple for ten years and be a monk for ten years, right? And Liu Gen is reproducible, everyone is a soldier of the independent regiment, why can Liu Gen do it, they can't? Many fighters looked at Liu Gen, who was constantly fighting with Wei Dayong, and they all quietly clenched their fists, and a trace of firmness appeared on their faces, they also had to train hard to become as strong as Liu Gen.

In the open space, Liu Gen and Wei Dayong kept colliding, and their fists were constantly smashing. Feeling Liu Gen's ever-increasing fists, Wei Dayong was a little surprised, after fighting for so long, why didn't Liu Gen's strength weaken in the slightest?

The strength of Wei Dayong's fist has weakened, he has been in Shaolin Temple for ten years, and he has a good physical fitness, but compared with Liu Gen, who has the blessing of the system, his physique is still a little worse.

Seeing Liu Gen punching again, Wei Dayong's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and his right leg suddenly kicked out, kicking the defenseless Liu Gen to the ground. At the same time, Wei Dayong's fists smashed towards Liu Gen, who fell to the ground, and landed not far in front of Liu Gen's face.

"I lost." Looking at the fist in front of his face, Liu Gen spoke.

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