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Lu Chuan made the first move, pressing down on him directly.

He took a half step forward with his left foot and threw a basic straight punch from his waist. The fist pierced the cold air with a muffled thud.

A fist is like an iron hammer; it doesn't play tricks, it just smashes.

Lin Yun did not answer.

She turned to the side, letting the fist slide across her chest, and her whole body floated back half a step like a reed blown by the wind.

Lu Chuan followed with his second punch.

He threw a left hook, striking her right cheek.

The fist pierced the air, accompanied by the sound of wind.

Lin Yun leaned back, and the boxing gloves grazed the tip of her nose.

Then Lin Yun made a move.

However, her boxing style is not a traditional fighting style.

The training methods used by the Air Force evolved from the physical training of pilots. They don't compete with you in terms of strength, but rather in terms of speed and angle.

One punch.

Hit Lu Chuan's ribs.

Lu Chuan lowered his elbow to block, using his forearm to block.

But before Lin Yun could retract his fist, he had already thrown a second punch.

They hit the same spot.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Three punches landed on Lu Chuan's forearm in quick succession, producing muffled "thump, thump, thump" sounds. The sounds weren't loud, but the frequency was extremely fast, like a woodpecker chiseling at a tree.

Lu Chuan's forearm was covered in red.

He frowned, took half a step back, and shook his arm.

"Is the Air Force's fighting style really that underhanded?"

Lin Yun remained noncommittal regarding Lu Chuan's words. Her breathing was steady, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"As long as we can win, that's fine."

Lin Yun gained the upper hand, and cheers erupted from the air force side.

"Captain—get him!!!"

Zhao Shu stood in the mud, his training uniform hem covered in black mud, and he was swinging his fists with great force. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was fighting offstage.

"Sister Yun, kite him! Attack his lower body! Don't try to fight him with brute force!" Qingniao shouted, her face flushed, as she squatted by the campfire.

In the air force, Gao Tiange, who was usually taciturn, seemed like a completely different person this time.

He pulled out an iron kettle from somewhere, started banging it with a stone, and chanted along with the drumbeats, "Lin-Yun! Lin-Yun!"

The five airmen shouted with the force of fifty men, and the reeds in the swamp trembled from the sound.

Lu Chuan's team members were not to be outdone.

One team member lay face down on the edge of the mud, his hands supporting him on the ground, the veins in his neck bulging.

"Brother Chuan! Push forward! Push forward! Don't let this female air force captain create distance!"

"Lin Yun's footwork is too fast."

Lu Chuan nodded and pressed forward.

They don't pay attention to tactics or skills.

It crashes straight forward.

Lin Yun had nowhere to avoid it, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"boom--"

A muffled thud.

Lin Yun was knocked back two steps, her boots carving two furrows in the mud. The muddy water seeped over her boots and into them, feeling icy cold.

But she quickly regained her balance.

Then, she retaliated again.

Suddenly, he lowered his center of gravity, like a fully drawn bow, and swept his right leg toward Lu Chuan's front leg.

Low scan.

Fast and ruthless.

It's sweeping the ankle.

Lu Chuan didn't dodge and took the kick head-on.

"Snapped!"

The sound of calves hitting calves was as crisp as a wet towel hitting a stone.

Lu Chuan's legs remained completely still.

Lin's leg bounced back.

Just then, Lin Yun unleashed his killing move.

She used the rebound to spin around. The muddy water exploded at her feet, and her other leg swung out from behind—

Turn around and kick back.

The kick landed squarely on Lu Chuan's stomach.

Lu Chuan grunted and took a step back. Mud splashed up, covering his trouser leg and leaving a clear muddy footprint on his abdomen.

The air force side has been bombed again.

"Sister Yun!!!"

"pretty!!!"

"That kick! Did you see that?! That kick!"

Zhao Shu's voice cracked: "Captain!!! Awesome!!!"

Gao Tiange banged on the kettle even more frantically, and the two words "Lin Yun" he shouted were compressed into a single syllable—"Lin! Lin! Lin!"

The entire swamp is now like a boiling pot.

Meanwhile, things were even more exciting on the navy's side.

Zhou Zhenhai was fighting, while the naval crew members stood by, quacking loudly like ducks in a swamp.

The noise was driving Zhou Zhenhai crazy.

While Zhou Zhenhai was locked in a standoff with Han Dong, he forced out a voice through gritted teeth: "Shut the hell up, you big radish, you fucking stepped on my foot."

"You asked for it." The veins on Big Radish's forehead bulged.

As soon as he uttered the last word, the big radish exerted its full power.

Unlike Lu Chuan and Lin Yun, he didn't test anything; he just went straight for the challenge.

He was like a cannonball, his shoulders forward, crashing directly into Lei Xiong's chest.

Zhou Zhenhai did not dodge.

He also crashed forward.

Who's afraid of who!

The two people collided head-on in the middle of the swamp.

"Bang--!!!"

That muffled thud was louder than any of the previous ones.

Water splashed up, getting all over the faces of the people around.

When the water subsided, the two were already embracing.

Hugging in a physical sense.

Four arms were clasped together on each other's shoulders and backs, heads touching, veins bulging on their foreheads.

Their boots churned up the mud and water, splashing black mud up to their knees.

"Get the hell out of here!!!"

Zhou Zhenhai roared from deep in his throat, the sound shaking the reeds. He suddenly exerted force to the left, shifting his entire weight forward like a wave crashing against a reef.

The big radish's foot slipped in the mud, sliding half a meter away—and then it stopped.

His heel landed on a patch of hard soil.

"That's it?!"

Big Radish roared out too. His voice was muffled, rolling out from his chest, carrying a brute force.

He pushed it back.

Zhou Zhenhai was pushed backward. His boots dug two deep furrows in the mud, and muddy water overflowed the boots and seeped into the shoes.

His toes dug into the soles of his boots, desperately trying to grip the ground, but the swamp gave him no chance.

Zhou Zhenhai gritted his teeth, straining every muscle in his body.

But he was still backing away.

The giant radish is incredibly powerful.

"This guy's a brute!" Zhou Zhenhai frowned, already having a plan in mind.

The navy side all stood up.

He Jin raised his voice to the highest register, high-pitched and shrill, like a ship's horn: "Captain Zhou!!! Hold on!!! The Navy does not retreat!!!"

Lu Yifan jumped down from the grass mound, his voice rising from the depths of his throat like a low growl before the tide recedes: "Captain—! Keep your balance! Footwork—"

"Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!"

Another naval officer, Gu Chaosheng, even picked up a reed stalk and used it as a conductor's baton, gesturing rhythmically in the air while chanting along:

"Navy! Navy!"

At the same time, Zhou Zhenhai was pushed back another step.

He could already feel the reeds on his back, and beyond that was the edge of the swamp.

Just when everyone thought he was going to lose—

Zhou Zhenhai suddenly changed his tactics.

He loosened his grip on the back of the large radish.

Suddenly, my whole body started to sink.

With a sudden drop in center of gravity, he curled up into a ball and slipped out of the big radish's arms. Like a fish escaping through a net, he was incredibly slippery.

The giant radish's attack missed its target, and it staggered forward a step.

That's it.

Zhou Zhenhai came around from the side.

His movements were faster than anyone expected. Weighing over 180 pounds, he turned over in the mud and water like a destroyer making a sharp turn in the waves.

He circled around to the side and behind the large radish.

Then he hugged the big radish around the waist.

Hands clasped tightly, fingers interlaced, knuckles white from the force. Shoulders pressed against the large radish's hips, core muscles engaged.

"rise!!!"

The radish's feet left the ground.

Zhou Zhenhai lifted up the body, which weighed less than 200 pounds.

Everyone around was stunned.

"Get the hell out of here!!!"

Zhou Zhenhai twisted to the side. The power in his waist and abdomen tightened like a winch, twisting the radish's body half a circle in the air.

Then press it down.

"Bang----!!"

The mud and water exploded.

It was like a cannonball falling into a swamp.

The large radish lay in the muddy water, its face up to the sky.

Zhou Zhenhai pressed down on him, kneeling on his chest with one leg and pressing his hands on his shoulders.

The swamp was quiet for a moment.

"team leader!!!"

"Awesome!!!"

"Defeat the enemy in one move!!!"

He Jin's voice cracked like a broken gong: "Captain, you're fucking awesome!!!"

Zhong Haiming lunged forward, ignoring Zhou Zhenhai who was still on top of Luo Bo, and grabbed Zhou Zhenhai's neck, starting to shake him:

"Captain! You picked him up! You fucking picked him up!"

Gu Chaosheng threw the broken phone stem into the mud, cupped his hands to his mouth, and let out a long, seagull-like cry.

That's a habit of their naval squad when they celebrate on board the ship.

Zhou Zhenhai was panting heavily, sweat mixed with mud dripping from his chin onto the big radish's chest.

He let go and stood up from the giant radish.

Then he bent down and reached out to the large radish.

The large radish lay in the muddy water, looking at the hand.

That hand was covered in mud, with black mud stuffed between the fingers, and two bloody scratches from reeds on the back of the hand.

Then the big radish laughed.

It was a laugh of utter utter submission.

"You son of a bitch," said the big radish.

"You're not bad either," Zhou Zhenhai said.

He grabbed Zhou Zhenhai's hand and was pulled up.

"How did you pick him up?" Big Radish asked.

Zhou Zhenhai patted the mud off his hands, only to have another layer of mud appear after he patted it off, so he simply stopped patting them.

"The sea is rough, and it's hard to stand on the deck. That's what we practice."

"What?"

"Why did you knock someone down when they couldn't even stand properly...?"