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Meng Meng suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Cold sweat.
A series of whips is indeed terrifying. However, sometimes the more frightening the technique, the more obvious the method to counter it becomes. This obviousness is merely theoretical; executing it requires precise timing, force, and speed, which are extremely difficult to achieve. Even if one knows the countering method, it is useless for an ordinary person.
At the moment the whip strikes, if one can use the force against itself, then the attacker’s entire body would likely be shattered in sequence.
A paraplegic is just a polite way to say it; more accurately, they would become a puddle of mush.
However, how much skill and deep mastery are required for such a counterattack?
Meng Meng was sweating profusely because he believed that Zhang Yang could accomplish it. Seizing the opportunity, he effortlessly neutralized the force of the whip, causing Meng Meng to tumble sideways after the force was released. This was far more challenging than using the force against itself and shattering Meng Meng's bones. More importantly, Zhang Yang chose a more difficult method that also minimized harm to Meng Meng.
How many people would make such a choice under the intense drive for survival?
In fact, at the beginning of Fusion of Extraordinary Souls, Zhang Yang's methods were much more sinister than they are now. However, after breaking through from the original red level to a higher Orange Level, his power became greater and his mindset broader.
"I lost. This is my first time admitting defeat." Meng Meng lowered his head and even bowed to Zhang Yang. "I will never forget your mercy in sparing my life."
Indeed, if he were to become a puddle of mush, what difference would it make from being killed?
"Meng brother, you’re too polite. I actually wanted to train with everyone, but I’ve never handled firearms before. If I train with seasoned veterans like you all later on, I don’t know how far behind I’ll be, so I’m practicing in advance," Zhang Yang nodded and smiled.
"Alright, stop pretending. Good skills are just good skills; quit talking nonsense." Kuro Sijin waved his hand, signaling everyone to go back and rest. The thought of being able to rest until noon and then enjoy a hearty lunch made the trainees cheer joyfully as they dispersed excitedly.
Thirty-five people were eliminated, leaving seventy-five remaining. Zhang Yang trained alone, so a special room was arranged for him. Shi Qing and Qin Wen shared a room, while the others continued to stay in groups of eight.
On Zhang Yang's room door, a piece of white paper was stuck, with the words "Gun Master Zhang" written in large letters. After experiencing the deception of the first day, Kuro Sijin didn't pursue this matter further. Shi Qing and Qin Wen's door was also labeled "Shattered Jade Pavilion," but it was quickly torn down. The dormitory provided paper and pens because many things indeed needed to be organized and recorded.
At first glance, "Gun Master Zhang" seemed like a firearms expert, but he was actually just someone training alone with firearms. This nickname quickly spread throughout the training camp. Indeed, aside from Zhang Yang, many of the trainees had used guns to varying degrees, and experts like Qi Shen were not uncommon.
After sleeping until lunchtime, Zhang Yang returned to the dorm after eating. He missed Ding Weiwei quite a bit, but his phone had been confiscated, leaving him only to think about her.
At that moment, a man accompanied by a jungle guide arrived at the door of Gun Master Zhang's single room.
The man was of medium height, lean with prominent bones, and had deep-set eyes. Upon seeing the words "Gun Master Zhang," his gaze lifted slightly, and his lips twitched as his right index finger unconsciously curled.
"Zhang Yang, this is your temporarily assigned firearms instructor from Blade Training Camp, Teacher Arrow. He is top-notch in knowledge and operation regarding firearms. He will share everything he knows; feel free to make any requests," the jungle guide introduced after knocking on the door. Arrow stared at Zhang Yang for a moment before sitting down on the bed.
"You two chat; I’ll take my leave," the jungle guide said as he turned around, pursing his lips and shrugging his shoulders, thinking to himself that he really didn't know what would happen when these two met.
After Arrow sat down, Zhang Yang also took a seat on the opposite bed. "Teacher Li, sorry for the trouble."
"It's no trouble at all. I didn't expect you to be so young. Since Blade Training Camp opened, we've never had such a special case; I genuinely wanted to meet a true master," Arrow replied as he stood up. "Let's go; I'll take you to the Firearms Training Room."
"Damn it, just walking and already sitting like a slingshot," Zhang Yang thought casually as he muttered under his breath and got up to close the door.
"I came in to sit for a while as a sign of respect for you. You seem polite on the surface but are cursing me in your heart," Arrow suddenly remarked as he walked ahead.
"Emma, Teacher Li, can you read minds?" Zhang Yang was a bit surprised.
"Reading a slingshot, your lips are flapping." When Arrow mentioned "slingshot," Zhang Yang realized that this Buddy could read lips. He had just been cursing in his mind while moving his lips.
In the Firearms Training Room, located on one side of the large venue, Arrow led Zhang Yang to a long table behind the shooting positions. The table was filled with various handguns. Upon seeing the large and exquisite Desert Eagle, Zhang Yang felt a rush of excitement; he had only used it in CS before, and now he was seeing the real deal. By the way, was the recoil really that fierce?
"Teacher Li, shall we begin?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Can I take that as you ordering me?" Arrow's expression suddenly turned extremely stern upon seeing the guns.
"You’re too sensitive; you’re quite suited for hand jobs," Zhang Yang joked.
"Apart from guns, I have many other things that can also teach you."
"Like what?"
"Like barehanded combat."
"So you mean if I don't show my skills, you won't teach me about firearms?"
"Not stupid."
"I'll count to three, and then I'll make my move. Are you ready?"
Arrow moved his shoulders from side to side and stared at Zhang Yang. "Three, two, one..." As soon as he finished speaking, Arrow suddenly felt a flash in front of him, and Zhang Yang had disappeared. Then, he felt a sudden ache and numbness in his neck as he was grabbed and lifted up, unable to move.
Zhang Yang laughed heartily and casually set Arrow down.
"Let's go again!" After landing, the surprise in Arrow's eyes was quickly replaced by impulse. He immediately launched a whirlwind kick towards Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang twisted his upper body at an incredible angle to dodge Arrow's foot. As soon as Arrow landed, he was grabbed by the neck again and lifted up once more.
After being set down again, Arrow fell silent. This time, he directly attacked Zhang Yang's lower body while consciously protecting his neck. Zhang Yang charged forward, one foot aimed at the top of Arrow's head. The force of the wind left Arrow with no choice but to raise his arms to block it. Suddenly, Zhang Yang performed a forward flip in mid-air and grabbed Arrow by the neck again.
"Teacher Li is truly a resilient person..." After losing count of how many times he had set Arrow down, Zhang Yang said with a frown.
Arrow sighed and sat on the ground. "Can't you change your moves? Damn it, I just can't dodge."
It is necessary to briefly introduce Arrow. Once a sniper for the elite Red Fox Assault Team of the Chinese special forces, Arrow not only had exceptional marksmanship but also impressive martial arts skills. Although he couldn't compare to someone with ancestral techniques like Meng Meng, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a king of soldiers. Yet here he was, falling victim to a young man undergoing special training as if it were a magic trick.
If this were to spread in military circles, it would surely shatter some glasses.
"Let's get started." Arrow stood up and walked over to the long table.
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