Chapter 85: Thunderous Heavy Punch

After more than twenty consecutive attempts, Zhangyu could hardly bear it.

The metatarsal bone versus the tarsal bone is simply not a match of the same level, like a 60‑kg class versus a 90‑kg class, with no suspense at all.

As a combat expert, Zhangyu naturally knows that such an attacking method cannot be sustained for long.

But now, he has no other choice.

Liu Xiaotian's left and right shoulders are always in motion, making it impossible for him to judge when Liu Xiaotian's fist will be thrown.

In any combat sport, any athlete with even a bit of professional edge knows that when facing an opponent, one must absolutely not look at the opponent's fist.

If you stare at the opponent's fist, by the time you see it move, it's already too late to dodge.

The power of a punch originates from the shoulder, so during a confrontation one must constantly watch the opponent's shoulder.

And at this moment, Liu Xiaotian's leg has already arrived.

In one, one look `nothing, one wrong version%!'

The reason he used this attacking method at this moment is simply because he felt the timing was ripe!

Facing a recruit participating in selection training, this full‑fledged special forces combat instructor is like a tiger meeting a hedgehog, unable to bite down; how will the others present view him? Especially those veteran soldiers of the Wolf Fang Special Forces Brigade, who normally see him as a mouse sees a cat.

Therefore, at the moment Liu Xiaotian suddenly counterattacked, Zhangyu had a delay of about 0.3 seconds. If he were facing anyone else, even He Chen Guang, he could have dodged in time.

He had already calculated that even if Zhangyu managed to dodge this punch, his next series of continuous attacks still had a good chance of defeating him in one go.

Yet Liu Xiaotian's shoulder kept moving, but he never actually threw a punch at Zhangyu.

Even if it were just a probing light jab, as long as he threw it, Zhangyu would be confident of finding a breakthrough therein.

But now, the one standing opposite him is Liu Xiaotian.

Of course, if Zhangyu did not still harbor a hint of contempt for him deep down, he would not have persisted with the same attacking method for over thirty times.

To the watching soldiers, this is a kind of— satire.

Although Zhangyu still instinctively raised his knee to block, he was ultimately too slow.

Especially on the fight platform, as soon as a mistake is made, even if there is a chance to correct it, one likely has to wait until the next match.

Everyone makes mistakes, and of course there is a chance to correct them; but the consequences of a mistake must be borne by oneself.

Zhangyu only felt a buzz in his head, and in an instant everything went blank; the colors before his eyes vanished immediately, and all fell into darkness.

As long as the opponent attacks with a fist, the first thing to move must be the shoulder.

With a "thud!" sound, Liu Xiaotian's right punch landed solidly on his left cheek.

But just as Zhangyu was desperately seeking an opportunity and failing, while preparing to forcefully create an opening, the patiently restrained Liu Xiaotian struck first.

First, he once again blocked Zhangyu's low sweep with his knee, then stepped forward and swiftly kicked out a low sweep with his rear leg.

Due to the burden of his right foot and the sudden heavy blow to his left leg, the Zhangyu instructor failed to dodge Liu Xiaotian's uppercut in time.

Perhaps describing it with "using the other's method to treat the other" is not entirely appropriate, but Liu Xiaotian dealt with Zhangyu by using the very move that Zhangyu had been repeating continuously— isn't that exactly what the saying means?

As time went on, Zhangyu's patience was nearly worn away by Liu Xiaotian. But this kid was simply too cautious, feinting constantly without throwing a single punch.

Leaving aside how much progress Liu Xiaotian made in his month‑long intensive training, just the effect of the enhanced special forces combat instructor first‑class package is enough for the Zhangyu instructor to drink a whole pot.

Liu Xiaotian's this attack had actually been planned for a long time.

It's a pity that the follow‑up attack he had already planned no longer has a chance to be carried out.

Zhangyu sucked in a breath of cold air; his left leg, which had been swept, instantly buckled uncontrollably, followed by a piercing soreness that shot through his pain nerves.

Moreover, it was a punch thrown with all his strength.

After repeatedly blocking Zhangyu's metatarsal attacks with his hard tarsal bone twenty or thirty times, he dares to assert that Zhangyu's right forefoot, which has been used for low sweeps, must now be swollen.

The reason for standing toe‑to‑toe with Zhangyu and resisting head‑on was to wait for this very moment.

After all, external force may temporarily numb the pain, but when you use a numbed limb to generate your own movement, you will find that neither the pain nor the weakness of the injured part can be controlled by willpower.

Just as he noticed Liu Xiaotian lashing out a low sweep and made his first evasive move, his supporting right foot suddenly flared with pain, slowing him another 0.5 seconds.

Liu Xiaotian's low sweep was like a swung oar, striking hard at the spot above his knee on the outer thigh—the "tendon" area.

Only when Zhangyu attacks does he throw a blocking or interfering punch; otherwise he simply makes a motion to scare Zhangyu.

"Hiss! ……"

But if this stalemate continues, the Zhangyu instructor's deterrent power will likely start to be discounted from today onward, and it will be a steep discount, basically no different from a "super‑low clearance sale".

Even someone as skilled as Zhangyu, after a long period of fixed pattern, will experience an instinctive relaxation of the nerves.

Up to this point, the attacks have always been led by Zhangyu, with Liu Xiaotian forced to defend.

At the very moment his strike landed, Liu Xiaotian's fist, which had been guarding his right cheek, suddenly dropped and turned into an uppercut.

Don't think that these are veterans who have been special forces for at least two years; in front of this near‑all‑round instructor, they still aren't as disciplined and honest as new recruits.

Of course, Liu Xiaotian, as one of the parties involved, actually does not think that way.

Although that kind of pain might not mean much to Zhangyu, if he were to suddenly bear force, it would very likely affect his speed of movement.

But he knows that if he cannot retreat in time and keep a safe distance from Liu Xiaotian, then in the next second he has at least a ninety percent chance of being knocked down by the ensuing series of continuous attacks.

But he really overthought it.

Or rather, it should be called careless complacency.

As a combat expert, Zhangyu can no longer recall how many times he has been knocked down along the way.

He is actually not at all unfamiliar with this feeling.

However, in the past three to five years, he has only ever knocked down others; he has never himself been knocked down.

Now he can also be said to have gotten what he wished for……

(End of chapter)