Speaking of Martial Arts strength, Long Xia had reached the Mid-Stage of Strength Transformation, and his punches and kicks were extremely formidable.

However, to deal with Li Song, a Special Forces soldier, it wasn't necessary for him to take action.

Shen Feng patted his shoulder.

"Let me do it, I'd like to see just how formidable this Special Forces instructor is."

Shen Feng's fighting style was Cha Fist, passed down from a Great Grandmaster from the Republic of China era, which was precise, agile, and powerful.

But Shen Feng himself was not very tall.

In comparison, Li Song seemed much more formidable, a big guy at one meter eighty with a burly physique.

The muscles under his camouflaged tank top were bulging, filled with explosive strength.

At one meter sixty-five, Shen Feng stood in front of Li Song, a full head shorter and quite lean in build, utterly incomparable to Li Song.

One could say, with such disparities, Shen Feng was defeated without even fighting.

Li Song sneered and shook his head contemptuously.

"Don't come up here to get yourself killed, send him instead."

He pointed a finger at Long Xia.

Among these people, Long Xia had the most formidable physique.

Shen Feng chuckled: "You have to defeat me first, then try Long Xia."

Li Song looked at his grinning face, apparently not taking him seriously at all, and immediately felt his anger rushing upward.

"Fine, this is what you asked for."

Inside the resting area, the soldiers were all tired and taking breaks to drink water.

Li Song and his group came to cause trouble and only brought three or four people, so they didn't attract much attention.

However, nearby soldiers were still drawn in, and everyone gathered around.

The ordinary soldiers and the Elite Special Forces Soldiers naturally formed two camps.

Seeing the Elite Special Forces Soldier bullying the ordinary soldiers, many of them secretly resented it and cheered for Shen Feng.

"Brother, we support you, teach this big guy a lesson."

"Elites of the Special Forces, do we logisticians even have no right to laugh?"

"In our army's fine traditions, everyone is equal, even Elite Special Forces Soldiers aren't Prince with three eyes."

...

Li Song snorted coldly and drank the water from his military canteen.

Then, holding the stainless-steel canteen in one hand, he slowly exerted force with his fingers.

The military canteen started to creak under his grasp and gradually deformed.

He actually flattened it with the power of one hand alone.

Moreover, the belly of his military canteen caved in, leaving two shallow fingerprints.

This display of strength immediately made many people shriek in surprise.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that human strength could reach such a terrifying extent.

"Incredible, the Elite Special Forces instructor is truly a tough nut to crack."

"Ah, I think this brother should just admit defeat. That guy is a Special Forces instructor after all."

"Yeah, not just anyone can become an instructor; this brother should just apologize."

...

Hearing the crowd's comments, Three Swords and Qiu Yidao nodded.

Qiu Yidao whispered, "That's Shaolin's Vajra Finger, this guy is an expert."

Three Swords nodded and smiled faintly.

"No worries, Shen Feng can handle him."

Military regulations were strict, and Li Song was reluctant to stir up trouble.

He displayed his strength purely to coerce this group of Pig-Raising Soldiers to apologize.

Yet, Shen Feng didn't cave; instead, he smiled faintly.

"Impressive technique, but my head is not this water canteen, for you to manipulate as you please."

Upon hearing this, Li Song's anger surged again.

He had intended to use this intimidating tactic to force Shen Feng to capitulate.

But he hadn't expected this young man not to appreciate the gravity.

He snorted, "Then let's give it a try, endure whatever injuries or disabilities come."

Shen Feng swayed leisurely to Li Song's front, curiously glanced at Li Song's head.

"You're a Shaolin disciple, aren't you? Where's the tonsure scar on your head?"

Li Song gave a cold smile, his knuckles cracking loudly, his massive Essence Qi spreading around him.

"I practiced Martial Arts in Shaolin Temple for ten years, a secular disciple. So what, are you scared?"

Shen Feng shook his head, then suddenly his eyes fixed on something behind Li Song, and he stood at attention and saluted.

"Greetings, Officer."

Li Song was startled. In the military, fighting was strictly prohibited.

If they were discovered by an officer, that would be bad.

He couldn't help but turn around to look behind him, only to find nothing there.

Bang!

Just at that moment, a muffled sound, and he took a heavy blow in his groin; it felt as if his balls had burst.

The intense pain nearly made him pass out; he couldn't help but moan as his body curled up like a cooked shrimp.

Shen Feng saw his chance and leaped forward.

A storm of punches and kicks landed on Li Song's vital areas in just a few seconds.

How could Li Song withstand such heavy blows?

By the time Shen Feng finished, Li Song had collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Silence!

A deathly silence!

Suddenly, Chen Ruiling screamed, "You... despicable!"

Chen Ruiling was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

She had never seen such a dishonorable way of dueling; this guy was an absolute scoundrel!

Chen Ruiling charged forward, a Whip Kick flying through the air.

The air cracked with the sound of the ferocious Whip Kick.

Chen Ruiling was an extremely formidable Eight Extremes Fist expert.

This Whip Kick fully unleashed her combat prowess.

However, just at that moment, Long Xia moved like a Black Panther.

His left hand, like an Eagle Claw, grasped Chen Ruiling's ankle and shook it effortlessly.

Chen Ruiling screamed as she was thrown by Long Xia like a kite with a broken string.

This was only because Long Xia was reluctant to strike a woman.

Otherwise, with his ruthlessness, he surely would have followed up with a fierce mid-air beating.

The several Special Forces instructors who came with Chen Ruiling all roared and charged forward.

These Pig-Raising Soldiers were downright rebellious, even daring to hit an instructor?

Long Xia sneered, his body flashing suddenly as he grabbed the left wrist of one of the instructors.

Using a Small Capture Hand, he pulled the instructor behind him and sent him flying back.

Tall and shadowy like a Ghost Wolf, Long Xia and another blocked the onlookers' view from the left and the right.

Behind them, a group of mischievous Changfeng Cook Soldiers swarmed up, pummeling the isolated instructor with blows.

Countless punches came raining down, their impacts loud and clear.

The other two instructors realized the situation was bad and suddenly turned to run.

Both of them simultaneously realized.

The Pig-Raising Soldiers they faced were not simple; better to go back and call for reinforcements.

However, Shen Feng lunged forward, grabbing the thigh of one of the instructors and twisting forcefully, bringing him down.

A swarm of Changfeng Pig-Raising Soldiers, like locusts, immediately rushed over.

The unfortunate fleeing instructor, in his panic, only managed a glance.

Countless fists rolled towards him; his face puffed up blue and swollen as he was knocked unconscious.

The last Special Forces instructor had just sprinted over ten meters when a faint figure blocked him.

The man was not tall, yet he exuded an inviolable divine might, with an aura sharp as needles prickling the instructor's nerves.

This man was Three Swords.

He was originally very steady, but with the chaos unfolding, even Three Swords couldn't abstain from intervening.

The Special Forces instructor dared not engage and tried to escape obliquely.

Three Swords merged his fingers into a pointed shape, touching a major acupoint behind the instructor's ear.

The instructor's vision darkened, and without even a grunt, he fainted.

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