This was Yang Tianxiong’s first encounter with Ye Ming, and it was also their first conversation.
Having heard that the new Chief Instructor of Falcon Squad had arrived, Yang Tianxiong had paid attention, but it was all textual communication; he had never been on site to witness it himself.
He found Ye Ming’s training thods very strange; since his arrival, Falcon Squad had canceled the weighted cross-country running, the mock combat training, and even the most basic strength training.
Therefore, Yang Tianxiong had always harbored doubts about Ye Ming’s training thod.
However, sohow, during their first eting today, Yang Tianxiong developed so trust in Ye Ming, believing that he must be a capable person, and the words spoken by Ye Ming likewise gave Yang Tianxiong great confidence.
He looked intently at Ye Ming, nodded, and said, "Alright, I’ll take this opportunity to see the training results of Falcon Squad!"
"Just don’t disappoint !"
With that remark, the mbers of Falcon Squad had already begun their warm-up.
Razor was the first to step forward, volunteering to Wang Yating and Chief Instructor Ye, "Captain, Chief Instructor Ye, let go first!"
As one of the swiftest growing mbers of the team, Razor felt he should stand up as their standard-bearer.
Park Zhengng from Tiger Team twisted his neck around, stepping out of the lineup, and said to Razor, "Seeing how cocky you are, I’ll co out and teach you a lesson!"
"I’m going to crush you little trash under my feet!"
Razor, angered, let out a loud shout, began to channel his energy, and charged at Park Zhengng like an arrow released from its bow.
"Die!"
With a roar, he swung a vicious punch towards Park Zhengng’s face as he approached.
Little did he know, Park Zhengng simply tilted his head slightly, dodging Razor’s attack effortlessly.
"Is that all you’ve got?" he said nonchalantly. "It seems I wasn’t wrong about you guys after all."
"Next, I’ll show you what a real fight is, and let you see the skills of Tiger Team!"
"Huh?" Razor suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Before he could even retract his punch, he saw Park Zhengng launching his own attack.
With a thud, Park Zhengng’s fist smashed into Razor’s face, sending him flying.
Park Zhengng shook his head, disappointnt etched across his face: "As expected, trash will always be trash."
After tumbling on the ground for a couple of rotations, Razor imdiately got up, clenched his teeth, and charged forward again.
However, his subsequent attacks never reached Park Zhengng.
His bulky body was indeed restrictive; even though he had trained quite well in the Xuanyuan Body Refining Technique, he had only just begun to scratch the surface and could not possibly be Park Zhengng’s match.
Moreover, after observing by Ye Ming, he knew that Park Zhengng must have cultivated a very agile martial art, similar to Taekwondo, with deep mastery, especially skilled in close-range combat.
After several attacks, Razor lay on the ground, gasping heavily, his face filled with frustration.
Wang Yating hurried over, helping Razor up with concern and asking, "Are you hurt?"
Razor, with a face full of guilt, responded, "Captain, I let you down, but I..."
Wang Yating cut him off, saying, "It’s okay, I can see you did well. At least you didn’t shrink back even when you knew you were no match!"
As the captain of Falcon Squad, Wang Yating had to take care not only of her teammates’ daily lives but also their ntal and physical well-being. Victory and defeat were common in military affairs and nothing to fuss about.
"Defeat is defeat, from now on, you must train diligently and strengthen yourself!"
Wang Yating’s words deeply moved Razor; he nodded and stepped back into the ranks.
After completing this, Wang Yating approached Park Zhengng and said solemnly, "I am the captain of Falcon Squad, Wang Yating! You are the captain of Tiger Team, so it’s only right that I face you in battle!"
"A woman?" Park Zhengng raised an eyebrow, initially dazzled by Wang Yating’s appearance, then his attitude cooled, and he said with a disdainful expression, "Girls should go ho and get married. Dressed like that and in a special combat team, you’re not just a vase, are you?"
Wang Yating chose to ignore the provocative trash talk from her opponent.
She coldly looked at Park Zhengng and said, "Captain Park, less prattle, make your move!"
Park Zhengng nodded, revealing a smug smile he thought quite handso, and comnted, "Little lady, don’t cry when you lose later!"
With that, Park Zhengng propelled himself forward, charging straight at Wang Yating.
Wang Yating’s expression was serious as she carefully countered the opponent’s attacks.
After several exchanges, the fight was evenly matched, with no apparent weaknesses shown.
At this mont, Park Zhengng’s expression turned serious, realizing he had indeed underestimated Wang Yating.
"Didn’t expect you to have so skills, little girl. Well then, I won’t hold back anymore. Let show you what authentic Taekwondo is like!" Park Zhengng declared.
Wang Yating scoffed, "Underestimating your enemy will only bring you grave consequences!"
"Arrogant!" Park Zhengng’s face showed ferocity, and he attacked without rcy, increasing his strength.
Moreover, he was gradually closing in, looking to engage Wang Yating in close combat.
Wang Yating frowned, sensing trouble.
In a mont of inattention, Park Zhengng’s hands reached for her chest.
Such a dishonorable move left Wang Yating both ashad and angry, hastily raising her hand to fend off the unwelco advance.
Little did she know, this was rely a feint; the real attack was coming from below.
Swiftly and silently, a leg sweep ca in, and Wang Yating, distracted, had no defense against it.
Instantly, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Park Zhengng seized the opportunity and prepared to pounce.
In desperation, Wang Yating raised her leg to kick, but Park Zhengng grabbed her ankle.
"I told you, little lady, you’re supposed to stay at ho; the special forces is no place for you!"
Park Zhengng revealed a lecherous smile, reaching for Wang Yating’s upper body unabashed by the onlookers’ glares.
Despair filled Wang Yating’s heart; she had underestimated her opponent, and today she faced not only humiliation but also being taken advantage of.
The Falcon Squad looked on, hearts wrenching, as they cursed Park Zhengng’s despicable actions.
However, just as Park Zhengng’s groping hand was about to reach Wang Yating, suddenly, a gust of wind swept past everyone.
Ye Ming’s figure had already appeared in front of Wang Yating, and he grabbed Park Zhengng’s wrist.
"The combat thods of you Tiger Team mbers are truly despicable!"
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