Chapter 692 - 477: Physical Ability Not Inferior to Mine?

"August First Medal."

"Tangjia Mountain..."

The senior colonel of the People’s Armed Police didn’t intend to be mysterious and directly pointed out Fang Huai’s identity.

Though the voice wasn’t loud, the crowd was dense. These faint words were like toppling dominos spreading towards all directions; within seconds, the news created huge ripples.

"Is it him??"

"It looks like him! I remember he’s quite young! He was wearing a trainee badge, I thought he was an intern cadre! He’s still studying?"

During that day’s grand assembly, the troops had all watched, and although they didn’t remember his face, they had discussed his youth. Once reminded, they recalled it completely.

Just one minute.

That miraculously skilled kick and Fang Huai’s identity made everyone look back at the stage again.

Those who had been about to leave were now glad: damn, good thing I didn’t leave.

With such an identity revealed, it’s a box office guarantee, effective in military units throughout the country.

The Colonel of the People’s Liberation Army was also stunned for a few seconds before quickly turning to whisper and confirm with Fire Chief Principal Li. Seeing Principal Li nodding, he burst into laughter:

"He really doesn’t show his capabilities, does he? How about it, who wants to come up and challenge the recipient of the August First Medal?"

Below, there was an uproar.

"I’ll do it!"

"Reporting!"

Fang Huai on stage also hadn’t expected to be recognized so quickly or to be pointed out publicly. The blood that had been boiling in his veins just moments ago now churned with complexity.

Damn, ring alias, don’t mess around.

My official status is with firefighting!

He had initially wanted to challenge two skilled members of the People’s Armed Police, to bring fame to firefighting, but now he sealed that impulse.

With the crowd’s enthusiasm so high, what if he got beaten? How could he face anyone?

It’d be best if a weaker one came up, he could win a round, and then quickly step down. Anyway, there weren’t consecutive fights tonight. These highly exhausting fights meant he could act a bit more tired later, and people wouldn’t make things difficult for him.

But, everyone present knew there was only one chance.

Whether it was People’s Armed Police or the People’s Liberation Army, who would want to lose?

What medal, he’s still one of the firefighting team!

His kick from earlier had led the knowledgeable leaders to exercise more caution, pressing down the eagerly raised hands of the excited cadets.

If you go up there and lose face, is it on you or the academy?

Quickly, from the People’s Armed Police side, one man stepped forward, raising his hand: "I’ll go!"

When this person came forward, the noise from below quieted down significantly.

This man had scored the most knockouts today, with rather awesome legwork. His recent chained side kicks exploded an opponent’s head.

Watching him, Fang Huai felt a bit bitter.

The People’s Armed Police are really giving face.

"Comrade Fang, can you fight another round?" The Colonel of the People’s Liberation Army asked with a smile.

Fang Huai really wanted to curse.

You’re asking me now when someone has already come out?

But, he couldn’t lose his momentum.

"Yes!"

"Good!"

The crowd below shouted support for this courageous act, and in an instant, the atmosphere heated up again.

As soldiers, they couldn’t say no; this was the essence of what Squad Leader Hao from the new recruit group had taught them.

Watching his opponent warming up and entering the ring, Fang Huai inwardly wished Hu Peizhou could parachute in right now and immediately award him the second-class meritorious service from the training classes, allowing him to exchange for some awesome combat skills.

"If it weren’t for this Command System, with so many military merit values in hand, wouldn’t I be able to annihilate the lot of you here today?"

Command System...

Fang Huai glanced at the thousands of Chinese soldiers below, enduring strenuous physical training, and thought of the figures cruising over the Taiwan Strait airspace more than a decade later, proudly shouting, "Go ahead, turn on the fire control radar to target me."

The pride of the new era should stem from technological advancement.

Putting more military merit value into this area, their control range and safety distance on the battlefield may increase by a few meters.

Thinking this, Fang Huai smiled.

Even if he received more military merit values, he wouldn’t exchange them here.

"Are you ready?"

The referee spoke from the center of the ring.

"Yes!" Fang Huai stood at attention, raising a single hand, the standard troop training response for "Yes."

The opponent from the People’s Armed Police hesitated for a moment, accustomed to professional competitions, he had become more like a professional athlete, forgetting these military regulations.

In today’s matches, where everyone was an athlete, no one did this.

Unprofessional.

In professional competitions, you should relax your body as much as possible before entering the ring.

But seeing Fang Huai’s gesture, he also straightened his just-relaxed muscles, standing at attention, hand raised.

"Yes!"

That’s how a military competition should be.

The crowd below was also stirred, cheering began.

"Yes! Ready, begin!"

The referee shouted, then stepped back two paces, focusing intently on the two competitors.

Fang Huai also instantly retreated, using his keen nerves to watch his opponent’s every move.

The experienced member of the People’s Armed Police saw that Fang Huai had long limbs and rushed forward with dizzying footwork, intending to bring Fang Huai to the ground with a grappling technique.

Fang Huai was well aware of his height advantage. He withdrew half a step and, with a whoosh, launched a standard rear leg front kick, aiming directly at the opponent’s face.

The People’s Armed Police quickly ducked, dodging the attack while feeling the breeze that grazed his face, tension rising within him.

So fast!

The rear leg front kick is a move designed to control the enemy, aimed straight at the throat—if it hits, it’s impossible to get up.

He had intended to hold back, but seeing that move, his eyes blazed with fire. He immediately adjusted his state, launching a flying side kick towards Fang Huai’s face.

Whoosh.

Fang Huai’s terrifying reaction speed was displayed as he quickly bent down to dodge, then pressed forward with a hook punch. The People’s Armed Police weren’t expecting such close combat, and with arms hastily raised in defense, they took two heavily weighted punches. He then attempted a backward elbow strike to Fang Huai’s chest, but Fang Huai’s closeness entangled his arm, nullifying the hit’s impact.

His years of ground technique training kicked in as he hooked Fang Huai’s neck from behind, preparing to flip over him and complete a chokehold.