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

As soon as Captain Geng entered the arena, the crowd became excited.

"Holy crap, even the armed police have been deployed?"

"Isn't that Geng Xin? The provincial Sanda champion!"

"Huh? Is it really necessary to beat up a petty thug?"

The onlookers started talking amongst themselves, and their voices grew louder and louder.

"I've heard that trained fighters can take on several ordinary people at once! This is a provincial champion coming straight at us, he'll probably be wiped out in one move, won't he?"

"Oh, what a pity, I haven't seen enough yet."

"Could we perform a little longer?"

Listening to these comments, Geng Xin wiped his nose.

The group of people were quite engrossed in watching the exercise.

But since I promised Brother Jing, I'll go easy on him.

He waved behind him.

Several armed police officers spread out from both sides and surrounded Yi Zheng.

After all, it's just an exercise; we can't make it like a martial arts tournament.

The proper formation should still be maintained.

After his comrades surrounded Yi Zheng, Geng Xin raised his chin and nodded at Yi Zheng.

"You're surrounded. Considering you've released the hostages, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately. The organization will give you a lenient sentence."

"Oh well."

Yi Zheng answered very decisively.

He loosened his grip.

Clang!

Two heavy police batons slammed onto the concrete ground.

A chorus of boos immediately erupted from outside the wall.

"Huh? You ordered right away?"

"What the hell?! Who wrote this script? It's absolutely awful!"

"At least put up a fight! Where did all that fighting spirit go?"

"I guess he heard that the other side was the provincial Sanda champion, and his legs went weak."

"Boring, so boring."

The live chat was flooded with comments.

【Seriously, buddy, you can't even tap that fast in Glory, can you?】

[Is the title of Sanda champion so effective? It's enough to physically deter someone from competing.]

[Let's disperse, let's disperse. The thugs are old now. If you need anything, burn some paper money for them.]

At this moment, Yi Zheng, who was standing in the center of the encirclement, had an unusually strange expression.

He had no interest in listening to the sarcastic remarks.

The moment Geng Xingang stepped into the open space, Yi Zheng felt something was wrong with his body.

A surge of scalding heat shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his muscles tensed up instantly, becoming as tight as steel.

His temples throbbed violently, and his vision became incredibly clear. He could even see the bulging veins on the other person's neck and the frequency of their breathing.

That was the power forcibly injected into me by the system skill in an instant.

If we say that Geng Xin's strength is that of a provincial Sanda champion.

That master of skill raised himself three levels higher.

Yi Zheng counted on his fingers.

Provincial champion.

National champion.

World champion.

hiss……

What comes after the world champion?

Yi Zheng's mind was a complete mess.

He felt as if his fists were stuffed with two explosive charges.

The reason they threw away the baton so readily was not because they were afraid.

Oh no, it's also because of fear!

He wasn't afraid of losing the fight; he was afraid of killing the person!

This system is really clueless.

The game just launched and I'm already at max level?

This game is completely unplayable!

Before Yi Zheng could figure out just how strong he had become, the other side had already made a move.

After all, this is just an exercise.

As armed police officers, there's no rule about bowing and saluting before a fight when facing criminals.

Geng Xin stomped his foot, sending the sand and gravel flying everywhere.

In order not to injure Yi Zheng, Geng Xin deliberately performed a set of the most basic military boxing exercises as soon as he came up.

But it is just this most basic and ancient set of boxing techniques.

The punch landed in Geng Xin's hand, the wind from the fist making a crackling sound as it hit his sleeves, and dust kicked up when his foot landed.

His movements were clean and crisp, one move after another, without any fancy moves!

He watched as Yi was busy defending himself.

The onlookers immediately cheered.

"good!"

"The Armed Police are really awesome!"

A little girl was riding on her father's shoulders in the crowd, craning her neck to look ahead.

"Dad, why don't the bad guys fight back?"

"Silly child, it's because the armed police are too powerful that they couldn't fight back."

Several people around him laughed so hard they slapped their thighs when they heard this.

At this moment, Wu Jing frowned deeply.

He stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, eyes fixed intently on the field.

The dust was flying everywhere as the two fought back and forth with great enthusiasm.

"Something's not right..." Wu Jing shook his head.

Although Yi Zheng only defends and does not attack, why does it always feel like he is not at a disadvantage at all?

On the contrary, all of Geng Xin's attacks were blocked by Yi Zheng.

And it wasn't the kind of block that you barely managed to catch with your life on the line.

It was a nonchalant cover-up!

Wu Jing loosened his hands from his chest and unconsciously took two steps forward.

More than twenty rounds have passed.

Xiao Geng is the best fighter in this armed police squadron; he's one of the best in the country.

But this Yi Zheng, who only defends and doesn't attack, is not afraid at all?

It's important to know that the worst thing you can do in a fight is to only defend and not attack. If you're just passively taking hits, you'll eventually break through your defenses.

But what gives him the right to be so composed?

Meanwhile, viewers in the live stream of the counter-terrorism exercise noticed something amiss.

Wait, look at the assailant's feet!

He didn't back down an inch.

I counted, it's been over thirty rounds, and the armed police haven't hit a single one.

Something's not right, something's really not right.

The two fought fiercely, raising dust high, and remained evenly matched for dozens of rounds.

The online popularity of the counter-terrorism exercise livestream also soared.

In just two minutes, the number of viewers watching the live stream of the exercise tripled.

Meanwhile, in another live stream room next door...

Fang Bian, the national Sanda champion nicknamed "The Grim Reaper," is arguing with fans in front of the camera.

"Oh dear, I've told you so many times, I really can't beat a Siberian tiger!"

The comments section was flooded with messages.

[What about an ordinary person wielding a kitchen knife? Brother Fang, could you take it down without getting hurt?]

"No, I couldn't beat an ordinary person with a kitchen knife!"

【Then what about steel bars?】

"Damn... we can't beat them, we really can't beat them."

How come you can't beat anyone? How did you win the championship?

"I'll kiss you..."

It's convenient so that fans won't mess with you anymore.

The Tianjin-style fast-paced storytelling is about to begin.

Just then, golden light flashed wildly on the screen.

One, two, three... a total of five carnival special effects exploded on the screen.

The generous donor who sent the gift posted a bolded comment.

[It's convenient. Go check out that bomb disposal drill next door and give the brothers some feedback.]

Fang Bian paused for a moment, then waved his hand.

"What's there to analyze in an exercise? Dude, it's all just a rehearsal, all pre-designed."

The voice just fell.

Another special effect of a Kunpeng soaring across the sky exploded on the screen.

A giant roc spread its wings and flew by; this gift was worth a full 16,000 meters!

The sight made my eyes widen instantly.

He sat up abruptly and pulled the chair forward.

"elder brother!"

"I'll go explain it to you right away!"