Feng Dao hung his bandaged arm on his chest, looked at the three Scorpions and continued: "Shanmao feels restricted everywhere, and his self-confidence has been affected. In this case, he simply cannot continue fighting with Instructor Wan."
He looked at the Bobcat walking towards the sidelines and said in a low voice: "The palm that Instructor Wan just slapped seemed light and weak, but in fact, the palm of the hand had already stimulated the cold internal energy. Didn't you see the Bobcat withdraw?
Afterwards, your face turned pale and your whole body was trembling slightly?"
At this time, Chengru also turned to look at Xiezi and the other three and whispered: "The fighting skills of the two of them are not at the same level at all. Shanmao is restrained in every way he takes action. He can only give up and admit defeat. If they continue to compete, they will only lose more miserably."
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At that time, Chengru and others saw Shanmao's face pale and trembling all over, and they already understood that Wan Lin had struck a cold palm. At this time, several people were really shocked.
All of them knew that Wan Lin had completely refined the Yinhan internal energy passed down to him by Taoist Master Xian Wu, but they had not seen him use it in close combat, so they had not seen this internal energy in actual combat with their own eyes.
Now that they saw the lynx trembling all over under Wan Lin's palm, they were really pleasantly surprised.
Chengru watched the three Scorpions finish their explanation, and then looked at Shanmao who had walked to the sidelines and said with some regret: "Oh, originally we wanted to see this kid's Sambo fighting moves, but we didn't expect him to give up so quickly.
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When the three Scorpions heard Feng Dao and Cheng Ru's explanations, they recalled the moves they had just made, and then they all nodded in admiration.
The black instructor Tucker said in shock: "Instructor Wan's fighting skills are amazing! This Bobcat's fighting skills are extremely strong. Even if I, the instructor, fought against him, I would have no chance of winning. I didn't expect that Instructor Wan would completely defeat this kid."
Suppressed."
Before he finished speaking, Wan Lin, who was standing in the field, had already glanced coldly at the students who were whispering, and then said loudly in blunt Y-slang: "Is there anyone else who wants to compete?"
The students who were discussing in low voices around Shanmao and Tiger heard the instructor on the field suddenly ask. Everyone quickly straightened their backs and stood at attention and looked towards the field, but no one dared to take a step forward. The expressions on everyone's faces
They all looked very serious.
At this time, Tucker already understood the reason why Bobcat gave up. He stepped up to Wan Lin, looked at Wan Lin and said loudly: "Instructor Wan, thank you for your hard work! Thank you for giving a wonderful performance to us instructors and students.
Fighting demonstration, thank you!”
After speaking, Tucker suddenly stood upright on his feet, watched Wan Lin raise his hand in salute, then lowered his arm, stretched out his hands to hold Wan Lin's right hand and shook it. He knew that Wan Lin's military rank was much higher than his, so he raised his hand
Raise your hands to Wan Lin to salute and thank you.
Wan Lin saw the sincere look of the black instructor. He raised his hand in return and said with a smile: "It's nothing. It is also the responsibility of us new instructors to exchange combat skills with the students. Being able to compete with students like Shanmao is a great achievement."
It’s also an honor for me.”
As he said that, he looked up at the students standing at attention on the sidelines. Seeing that no students were on the field anymore, he looked at Tucker and said politely in Y-slang: "I'm delaying your training. You continue, let's go to the canyon in front to watch.
look."
Just when Wan Lin was about to turn around and walk off the court, a voice suddenly sounded from the sidelines: "Report!" Wan Lin and Tucker looked up, and student Shanmao stood at attention and shouted at the two.
Tucker's face immediately became gloomy. He thought that the Bobcat suddenly repented and wanted to challenge Instructor Wan again. He shouted with a gloomy face: "Lynx, get out of the queue, what are you going to do?" In his voice, his
His right hand was already reaching for the gun holster on his leg.
Wan Lin saw Tucker's movements and quickly reached out to grab his arm. He stared at the Bobcat who had already taken a step and asked coldly: "What, you still want to come up and try?"
After saying that, he let go of Tucker's arm, raised his feet and took a big step forward. His two eyes with hidden light stared coldly at the other person's face.
Shanmao saw the two instructors in front of him looking a little angry, and immediately understood that the other side had misunderstood what he meant. He knew that they all thought that he had gone back on his promise and was about to walk into the field to continue the challenge.
He quickly waved his hands, looked at Wan Lin and explained: "Tell the instructor, that's not what I meant. I am convinced that I lost. I want to ask you for advice on the cold wind and hot wind that you just hit me with."
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At this time, when the surrounding students heard Shanmao's voice, they immediately remembered that Shanmao's face turned pale and his whole body was trembling slightly. They suddenly understood: In the competition just now, Shanmao did lose, and he was defeated by a magical wave.
Work hard!
Everyone looked at the instructor in the field in astonishment, and then started talking in low voices. One of the students said to the students next to him: "Is this instructor using Chinese internal strength? It is said that it is lower than us.
Those Chinese students in the first batch are all masters of internal strength, and they have no rivals among the students in their batch."
When everyone heard his voice, they all raised their heads and looked at Xu Liang and Yan Ying who were standing under the rock at the entrance of the valley. Then they looked at Wan Lin on the field and several new instructors standing on the sidelines. Everyone's faces changed.
He showed a suspicious look.
When Wan Lin heard Shan Mao's answer, he immediately understood that Shan Mao had indeed admitted defeat and just wanted to know what kind of kung fu his opponent was using. This was indeed normal for a person who was proficient in fighting skills.
He was about to open his mouth to answer when he heard the discussion among the students on the sidelines and saw everyone's suspicious looks. He immediately understood that these students had already suspected that these new instructors were Chinese from the Kung Fu he had used.
He pondered for a moment, looked at Shan Mao and said loudly in slang: "Very good, as an excellent soldier, failure is not terrible. What is terrible is not knowing how to lose to the opponent. The students behind you have already judged that I
What I just used was Chinese Kung Fu."
When he said this, he walked up to Shanmao and said: "Although we new instructors come from all over the world, we are indeed instructors of Chinese descent." When he said this, a smile appeared on his face.
Said: "My English skills are limited, I'd better hire a translator."
At this time, Wan Lin already knew that there were many fighting masters among these students. They had already seen from the moves they performed that they were using Chinese Kung Fu, and all the students suspected that some of them were from China.
He knew that the more he concealed it at this time, the more suspicion it would arouse among the students, so he simply admitted that a few of them were instructors of Chinese descent and that they were indeed using Chinese Kung Fu to avoid too many associations among these students.