Playing the Eighth Route Army, the system is forcing this on me?

Then, a few clicking sounds came from in front of me.

Yi Zheng was also taken aback. He looked down and saw that he had two police batons in his hand.

The live stream chat exploded immediately.

The screen was filled with question marks scrolling by so fast that they almost blocked out the figures.

【ah??】

What's going on?

Am I seeing things?

One second ago, the audience thought Yi was about to be pinned to the ground.

Two officers flanked them from the left and right, their rubber batons already raised.

As a result, the cameraman's lens shook for a split second.

In the blink of an eye, two police batons were in Yi Zheng's hands.

Dual-wielding!!!

Someone in the crowd reacted first and shouted at the top of their lungs.

"So these two guys went up there to deliver weapons!"

These words were met with laughter from those around them.

They were already outmatched, and now this is even worse.

The knife-wielding thug has transformed into a dual-wielding warrior!

The live chat was flooded with comments.

【Wait, are you sure this is a drill?】

Why is this thug getting more and more aggressive the more you hit him?

From rubber knives at the beginning to dual-wielded batons now, this upgrade path is ridiculously logical.

[I suggest sending him an armored vehicle next time.]

Yi Zheng himself was also stunned.

He looked down at the baton in his hand, then at the two officers he had restrained with his joint locks.

My mind went completely blank.

Isn't this generation's master's skill a bit too overpowered?

When he saw two policemen with batons rushing towards him, he just blinked instinctively.

In the blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, the police baton was already in his hand.

Moreover, the two police officers in front of him had their arms locked in a joint lock with their batons, and were kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

Yi Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

This is bad.

Now I'm not just an armed criminal anymore!

And it's the kind where they have hostages!

Holding a weapon and taking hostages is punishable by death according to the law!

It might even be an American-style Iaijutsu!

Instinctively, Yi Zheng exerted his strength, and the two police officers slid several meters away.

The two men got up, twisted their arms, and quickly crouched behind the police car.

Now look at the podium.

Director Wei's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He gritted his teeth and didn't open his mouth, but spoke through his teeth as he harshly criticized the assistant clerk beside him.

"I told you all to train properly, what have you been doing?!"

"Two against one and still got killed? Seriously?!"

The clerk standing next to him turned pale.

He quickly opened his notebook, leaned forward, and whispered a reminder.

"Chief, don't worry, that's how the script is written."

Director Wei was taken aback and quietly leaned over.

"What did you say?"

The clerk placed the notebook in front of him and pointed to the densely packed words on it.

"You see, the third act is about the criminals fighting back against the two police officers."

"We'll have Professor Wu Jing come on as the grand finale later."

"If we arrest them now, how will Wu Jing continue his act?"

Director Wei glanced down at the script.

He looked up again at Yi Zheng, who was holding two batons on the stage.

The anger on his face gradually subsided.

"Oh...yes, yes, yes."

He cleared his throat and straightened his collar.

"Ahem!"

"Don't worry, everyone, it's just part of the drill procedure, everything's just part of the drill procedure!"

"The scene looks quite realistic, please keep order."

Upon hearing that it was part of a script, the crowd outside the wall burst into applause.

Some people glanced at it with some skepticism, but eventually joined in the applause.

"That young man's acting is so convincing; those two moves just now looked so real!"

"Great! Well done!"

"This year's show is much better than in previous years!"

"This young man plays a villain so convincingly; you'd think he actually knew some martial arts!"

The comments section also started praising it.

[Yi Zheng's acting is amazing; I almost thought he actually knew kung fu.]

[From being kicked in the leg by a three-year-old to dual-wielding and killing two police officers, this character's arc is too big.]

[I suggest the Oscars give him an award.]

Watching the onlookers enjoying the gossip.

Wu Jing, standing on the sidelines, couldn't laugh at all.

He stared at the two batons in Yi Zheng's hand in the arena, and then looked at the two officers behind the police car who were still rubbing their arms.

The scene from just now kept replaying in my mind.

The two officers' encirclement was not a major problem.

One on the left, one on the right, the distance, rhythm, and point of attack were all perfectly timed.

This is a well-trained encirclement.

but.

Yi Zheng remained almost motionless.

He didn't even make any unnecessary dodging movements.

In the blink of an eye, two well-trained police officers were disarmed.

Moreover, the joint lock technique is clean and efficient, without any hesitation or slackness.

This level of skill is so profound that, if it were a martial arts tournament, it would probably be at least a whole level higher than those two police officers.

No, maybe two levels higher!

Wu Jing swallowed hard and turned to look at the person standing next to him.

Captain Geng of the Armed Police detachment.

His expression was even more complex than Wu Jing's.

"Captain Geng."

Wu Jing lowered his voice.

"If I'm not mistaken, those two grappling techniques you used just now were techniques commonly used by your armed police, right?"

Captain Geng nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving Yi Zheng.

"Standard martial arts technique for capturing enemies, joint lock control."

He paused, then said another sentence.

"But earlier, when he retaliated against the security guard, he used a police dagger as a shield."

The two exchanged a glance.

Wu Jing's Adam's apple bobbed.

So, the more powerful the people on our side are, the more advanced their techniques are?

This logic just doesn't make sense no matter how you look at it.

Wu Jing shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake off the absurd thought from his mind.

wrong.

He recalled the scene from earlier.

The little girl kicked him earlier, and he was in so much pain that he almost knelt down on the spot.

The pain wasn't faked; his face turned pale, and he even heard his bones crack.

Moreover, he noticed this when he shook hands with Yi Zheng earlier.

Those hands were fair and smooth, without a single callus.

This doesn't look like the hand of a trained martial artist.

"This guy can't possibly be that strong."

Wu Jing said something in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself.

Captain Geng nodded in agreement.

I think so too.

"Even a trained fighter shouldn't possess this kind of combat ability!"

"Two professionally trained police officers carrying batons."

"Even if I sent my men to fight two against one, it would be difficult to disarm them so cleanly."

"Even if Yi Zheng has trained, he couldn't possibly be that powerful."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Captain Geng's eyes changed.

That kind of excitement, unique to someone who's skilled in martial arts, when they meet a master, welled up in his eyes.

Wu Jing was most familiar with that look.

He knew all too well what kind of people these martial arts fanatics were.

They may not say it, but their actions speak louder than anyone else's.

Wu Jing glanced at him sideways.

"What's wrong? Itching to do something?"

"Let me tell you, if you hurt him, I'll never forgive you!"

Captain Geng rubbed his hands together.

"Look at you, always in such a hurry."

"Don't worry, Brother Jing, I know what I'm doing."

After listening, Wu Jing's smile faded, and his tone became serious.

"I'm at ease?"

"You are a provincial Sanda champion and a squad leader of the Armed Police."

In a street fight, I might not even be able to beat you!

"And you want me to feel at ease?"

"I'm afraid you'll beat him to death!"

He hadn't even finished speaking.

When Wu Jing turned around again, Captain Geng was no longer there.

Only a ring of dust remained on the ground from being kicked up.

Inside the scene, a figure was seen flying over the police car.

He landed with a forward roll, his shoes making a short, sharp sound as they scraped the ground.

"Don't worry, Brother Jing, I'll go easy on you!"