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Chapter 730: Attack Me with the Determination to Kill Me

Because he used his hands as a whip, Ah Cheng's entire upper body leaned towards Yang Le. It would have been fine if the attack had not missed, but once the attack missed, Ah Cheng's entire back was exposed to Yang Le, and it could be said that his whole body was full of flaws.

If it was a normal fight, Yang Le would have kicked out long ago, but this method obviously cannot be used in sparring with the younger ones, so Yang Le thought of just using his right foot to hook Ah Cheng and disrupt his balance.

Yang Le was just about to stretch out his right foot, but he didn't expect Ah Cheng's reaction speed to be much faster than he thought. He took advantage of the momentum of the attack and did not retract his body. Instead, he continued to lean forward, and the attacking palm fell to the ground.

Using his right hand as a fulcrum, Ah Cheng used his waist and abdomen to turn his whole body ninety degrees and kicked Yang Le's knee.

Yang Le showed a hint of surprise when he saw this, and quickly raised his leg to block Acheng's attack with his calf. Acheng took advantage of the situation and kicked Yang Le's calf to get away, and after a few somersaults he created some distance.

"He does have some fighting acumen." Yang Le praised.

"Thank you for the compliment." Ah Cheng touched his nose and said it modestly, but there was no trace of humility in his tone or appearance.

"It's just that every step you take is too taken for granted. It's flashy and impractical. It would be better if you could give up those useless things."

Yang Le's evaluation took a sharp turn for the worse, causing Ah Cheng, who was feeling smug a second ago, to freeze the next second.

"Mr. Yang is right." Ji Shuangshuang nodded in agreement. "You just like to make some flashy things."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ah Cheng muttered in embarrassment, and put on a posture again to look more serious.

Yang Le didn't say anything, but just hooked his finger at Acheng. The meaning was self-evident. This derogatory gesture made Acheng, the hot-blooded young man, blush even more.

Ah Cheng stopped talking nonsense, tapped the ground with his toes, and once again used light steps to close the distance between himself and Yang Le. Lin Lie, who was familiar with him, knew that this was a sign that Ah Cheng was serious. As long as he was serious, his good friend would talk very little.

In fact, he was so focused that he had no energy to talk. After all, not everyone can be like Spider-Man, who combines talking and movement, and can only say one sentence at a time.

This time, Acheng did not rush forward, but punched out honestly to explore the way. Everyone present knew that this punch was a feint. It was just like a conversation, everything must have a beginning before it can be led to the topic.

But Yang Le was not prepared to proceed slowly with Acheng. He just took a step forward. This step looked very familiar to Acheng. It was the footwork he had practiced for more than a year to use with the Shennong Whip.

Not only Acheng, but also Lin Lie and the other person outside the field were stunned. Although they had never exchanged techniques with each other, they had been a team together for a long time and could tell what the move was just by looking at it.

Taking a step forward, Yang Le's upper body seemed to turn into flowing water, and his slightly raised right hand swayed gently like a poisonous snake. By the time Ah Cheng reacted, the other party had already come close to him.

"brush!"

It felt like a steel knife scraping his face. Ah Cheng only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he felt a burning pain in his cheeks, chest and abdomen.

He looked down and found that the battle suit he was wearing had been torn into a hole as wide as a palm, revealing his chest and abdomen with a red mark.

This was the whipping technique he had just used. Relying solely on brute force could cause greater damage, but it would definitely not be able to achieve the precision of just tearing off a piece of clothing.

The man in front of him was not lying. He learned his force-generating technique with just one glance. No, not only did he learn it, but he had probably mastered it and surpassed him.

He patted Ah Cheng's head, which was only as high as his chest, and called the soul of this dazed boy back to life. The look in his eyes when he looked at him was different.

"Brother Yang, I'm convinced." Ah Cheng said sincerely. Lin Lie was a little surprised. Back then, Ji Shuangshuang had fought ten rounds before finally defeating Ah Cheng, but now Yang Le had done it with just one move.

Perhaps noticing Lin Lie's surprise, Ji Shuangshuang, who was standing next to him, spoke at this time.

"That's different. Although I'm better than you, it's only because I started a few years earlier."

Ji Shuangshuang's face was solemn as she said, "Acheng felt that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to catch up with me one day, and of course that's the truth."

"But in Mr. Yang Le, he saw a gap that he might never be able to cross in this lifetime."

Being able to learn all of the opponent's skills, including footwork, starting posture, and force techniques, at just one glance, this can no longer be described as a genius, because Ji Shuangshuang herself is regarded as a rare genius in a century by the elders in her family.

But Ji Shuangshuang thought that she could not do what Yang Le could do, and she was afraid that Wu Fengji, who was known as the strongest iron fist, was no more than that.

If Yang Le knew that Ji Shuangshuang evaluated him like this, he would only feel ashamed. Wu Fengji is really talented, but he is a person who relies on the spirit of the weapon.

Yang Le is well aware of his own strength and that he is not on the same level as people like Wu Fengji, so he will not have the illusion of cheating or lose his mind.

Only by knowing what kind of person you are can you avoid losing your original heart, and that is true strength.

Ji Shuangshuang sighed and took off the coat over her combat uniform, looking at Lin Lie who was stunned.

"Why? Do you want to spar with Mr. Yang too?"

After hearing this, Ji Shuangshuang rolled her eyes at Ah Cheng and said unhappily.

"Idiot, this isn't a sparring match. It's rare to have a master offering you moves. You don't want to slack off, do you?"

After Ji Shuangshuang reminded him, Lin Lie slapped his forehead. That's right! Although the Shenmao Bureau has complete facilities, there are very few such strong people who can fight with them in actual combat.

After all, everyone is very busy. Unless arranged by superiors, it is difficult to ask others for help right after they have just completed a task. Generally, such an opportunity can only be had during the training course arranged by the leader.

This resulted in the Three Emperors' teams basically feeding each other their moves. This was fine once or twice, but as everyone became familiar with each other, the training effect dropped significantly.

Now a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is in front of us. Do you think Ji Shuangshuang can not seize it?
Ignoring Lin Lie who suddenly realized something, Ji Shuangshuang quickly walked up to Yang Le and saluted respectfully with his fists clasped.

"Mr. Yang Le, could you please give us some guidance? Please!"

Yang Le raised the corner of his mouth. Finally, there was a kid who wasn't stupid. This was the reason why he proposed the exchange. After all, he had long had the idea of ​​supporting the younger generation.

Yang Le patted Ah Cheng's back again and pushed him towards Ji Shuangshuang and Lin Lie.

"Of course, let's begin the actual combat training now. You three will face one of us. You can use any weapon you want, but the time limit is five minutes."

"Attack me with the determination to kill me, but be careful not to get hurt."

(End of this chapter)