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Zhao Guoqing saw that the time was almost up, and if he continued to press, the other party might really jump over the wall and choose to go to war, which would not be beneficial to him, so he launched the second step of action.

"Iron and Blood, huh?" Zhao Guoqing smiled slightly, and then said, "I know that you may be dissatisfied in your heart if you surrender like this, so let's have a one-on-one competition." If your men can beat our people, then you can leave, and I promise not to embarrass you. But if you lose, then surrender obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind! ”

One-on-one match!

The soldiers of the Iron and Blood Company were all moved, thinking that this was their chance.

Those who can enter the iron and blood side can be called the king of soldiers in the army, everyone is full of confidence in their combat ability, and in the case of one-on-one with the soldiers of the old mud platoon, they believe that one person on their side can kill each other in seconds.

"Okay, we'll go one-on-one!" The scout said word for word.

A soldier of the Iron and Blood Company walked out, a big man, strong and strong, and he looked like a powerful character.

The big man looked at Wang Feng and the soldiers behind him with contempt, and then his eyes fell on Zhao Guoqing, and he snorted disdainfully, "Who is coming?" ”

Zhao Guoqing smiled slightly, the big man in front of him was amazingly imposing, a little conceited, and he should be the strongest one among the soldiers in this squad of the Iron and Blood Company.

Kong Sanhe frowned slightly, he was very unhappy, and he wanted to go up and compete with the other party when he took a step, but was stopped by the company commander Wang Feng reaching out his hand.

"Look at Platoon Commander Guo's arrangement." Wang Feng whispered.

Zhao Guoqing naturally saw that Kong Sanhe wanted to fight, during this time, Kong Sanhe was the hardest trained among all the soldiers except for the cold soldiers, and he was no longer the first tyrant of the mud platoon, but the elite of the elite in the sharp knife company.

Looking at the entire sharp knife platoon, I dare to say that there are really few people who can bring down Kong Sanhe.

If you send Kong Sanhe up, it is really not certain who will lose and who will win.

Zhao Guoqing did not mean to arrange Kong Sanhe to play, not that he thought that Kong Sanhe would definitely lose to the other party, but wanted to use this opportunity to suppress the enemy's momentum.

"Cold Soldier!" Zhao Guoqing shouted.

Kong Sanhe saw that Zhao Guoqing named Leng Bing, and he was a little unhappy, but he didn't complain, because Leng Bing's strength was indeed far above him.

"Whoosh." Leng Bing jumped from the darkness to Zhao Guoqing's side.

"Ten moves." Zhao Guoqing whispered.

Leng Bing had a strong fighting spirit, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "It doesn't take ten moves, just three moves." ”

"Okay, the sooner the better." Zhao Guoqing commanded.

Leng Bing nodded and replied softly, leaving his weapons and equipment and walking in front of the big man.

Compared with the two sides, the big man is half a head taller than Leng Bing, and he has an absolute advantage in terms of figure alone, but he does not take advantage of it at all in terms of momentum.

There is an atmosphere of anticipation and tension on both sides, and no matter which side wins, the losing side loses morale.

Seeing that Leng Bing was not as tall as himself, the big man stood with his head held high like a proud rooster, his hands clenched into fists.

The cold soldier was close, and when he saw the truth, the big man's fists were covered with calluses under the moonlight, and he knew at a glance that the opponent's fists were good at kung fu.

It just so happened that Leng Bing was also practicing boxing, and he was immediately excited.

It has been a while since the condensation qi was gathered in the dantian, but Leng Bing has not yet had a real opportunity to use the tiger-shaped fist infused with true qi in actual combat, and he doesn't know how powerful the tiger-shaped fist is now, so he just took advantage of this opportunity to try it.

"Kids, be careful." The big man looks condescending.

"Little friend? Hmph, I'll make you regret it later! Leng Bing snorted in his heart, didn't say anything, put on a tiger-shaped fist to meet the enemy, and concentrated on preparing for the battle.

Seeing Leng Bing's frame, the big man didn't dare to underestimate the other party anymore, and he also put a frame out.

Western boxing?

Even Zhao Guoqing, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, was a little surprised, he thought that the other party would use the grappling fighting that the military is used to, but the frame style was obviously Western boxing.

If the opponent uses military grappling and fighting, Zhao Guoqing believes that he will be able to defeat the opponent within ten moves with the attainment of cold soldier tiger boxing, but if it is replaced by an unfamiliar Western boxing, the outcome will become unknown.

Leng Bing showed a smile on his face, and his confidence seemed to be more than before.

What's going on, could it be that Leng Bing also has some research on Western boxing?

Zhao Guoqing had doubts in his heart after seeing Leng Bing's smile.

In fact, because Leng Bing was unable to condense his qi into the dantian for a long time, he gave up the cultivation of Tiger Shape Fist for a while, and instead learned Western Fist more quickly.

Leng Bing has a terrifying talent for martial arts, and it only took a month to learn the essence of Western Boxing, and its fast and intuitive attacks completely make up for the lack of Tiger Shape Fist that is not infused with true qi.

At that time, Leng Bing thought that he had found another shortcut to enter martial arts, but his father Leng Lin was very annoyed when he found out, and even almost took Leng Bing's life because of this matter.

Later, it took a long time for Leng Bing to understand why his father was so angry, Western boxing is indeed a kind of foreign boxing that can be achieved quickly, and its advantage is that it can be achieved quickly, but the disadvantage is that it will never be possible to step into the road of martial arts.

A boxing method that cannot step into the great fist of martial arts also limits the future achievements of a martial arts scholar.

After understanding this truth, Leng Bing repented in time, gave up the study of Western boxing, and continued to learn tiger boxing.

For several years, Leng Bing only learned one boxing technique.

This set of tiger-shaped fist cold soldiers has been fought countless times, and he has already reached the consummation level in terms of his understanding of boxing, but he is only lacking something.

Really angry.

The True Qi Luck Shape used with the Tiger Shape Fist is exactly what the cold soldiers lack, without the help of the True Qi, his Tiger Shape Fist will always only have its form but no bone and blood.

Now, Leng Bing can condense his qi and gather into the dantian, which is equivalent to injecting bone and blood into the tiger-shaped fist, so that it can cross the small Cheng realm and reach the Dacheng realm at once, and it only takes one year at most for his tiger-shaped fist to reach the true consummation realm.

Just put on a frame, the cold soldier is like a tiger ready to attack, and the big man is his prey.

Western boxing is fast and accurate, and when the eyes find a flaw in the enemy, the fist will hit with one blow, but the big man stares at the cold soldier but he can't punch, because he can't find any flaws from the cold soldier that can be used to attack.

Terrible.

Zhao Guoqing secretly admired that he hadn't sparred with Leng Bing during this time, but he didn't expect that Leng Hou's martial arts attainments had improved one step further, and it was so perfect with just one move of defense.

Those who don't understand martial arts will definitely not be able to see the Tao, thinking that both of them are bluffing there.

After a while, a smile appeared on Leng Bing's face, and he spoke: "Hey, if you don't attack again, then I will attack!" ”

The big man originally wanted to win glory for Iron Blood Lian with the mentality of killing in seconds, but he couldn't even punch him for such a long time, which made him feel a little annoyed.

A person who faces the enemy pays attention to calmness, and once he becomes irritable, he will expose more flaws than usual.

The big man didn't notice that when he was looking for a flaw in Leng Bing, Leng Bing was also looking for a flaw in him, and at this time, he was irritable and revealed a flaw that even he didn't notice.

As soon as the other party's flaw came out, the cold soldiers rushed over like lightning.

For a moment, the big man only felt that he was hallucinating in front of him, and it was not a cold soldier who rushed towards him, but a fierce tiger.

"Roar!" The roar of the tiger came, and the big man shuddered in fright, and the entire defense collapsed.

With a "bang", the big man flew out five or six meters away and fell to the ground.

The scene was calm, except for Zhao Guoqing, everyone else probably didn't know what had just happened.

People only saw that when the cold soldiers rushed over, the big man stood there motionless, like a target for practicing boxing, and the scene was filled with the momentum of the king of the forest.

Momentum.

That's right, it's momentum.

The moment of the cold soldier's attack, he exuded a powerful kingly momentum, so that ordinary people completely surrendered when facing the attack, and there was no way to fight back.

On the other hand, the cold soldier's attack was too fast, and there was a powerful force in it, and even if the big man wanted to fight back, he had no chance to fight back.

"Ahem, ahem!" The big man lay on the ground and coughed several times, struggling to sit there with his arms, staring at Leng Bing incredulously with his eyes, and there was no trace of blood on his whole face.

"I'm losing." The big man struggled to spit out a word.

Lost!

The big man didn't even have a chance to make a move, so he was killed by the cold soldier in one move?

Many people at the scene reacted after the big man admitted defeat, but they still couldn't believe this fact.

The cold soldier seems to win very easily, but in fact it is not so easy.

If it weren't for Zhao Guoqing's treatment, he could have condensed his qi and gathered into the dantian; If it weren't for the fact that he had learned Western boxing before, his comprehension of Western boxing would be far above that of a big man; If it weren't for the other party's flaws; If

In short, Leng Bingsheng's sincerity is not easy at all.

"Do any of you want to come up and try it?" Leng Bing stood there and coldly glanced at the enemies present, still exuding a royal aura on his body.

Including the enemy scouts, there were quite a few people who were not convinced, but they did not dare to really go up and try it.

They know the strength of the big man, no one thinks that they can easily defeat the big man, but the other party kills the big man in one move, do you still need to go up and be embarrassed?

The enemy scout gritted his teeth, feeling aggrieved in his heart, when did such a master be hidden in the mud company?

Zhao Guoqing smiled with satisfaction, and secretly praised that the cold soldiers had done a good job, and had successfully broken the enemy's confidence, and they only needed one more kick to completely crush these people. -- end of the chapter--