Chapter 336

Shi Dazhi's words also made the other hundred-plus people nod silently.

Su Meng had left them face, so naturally they could distinguish things clearly.

They reset their stances, and the two clashed together again.

This great battle was truly exhilarating. 457

Su Meng's combat skills were professional-grade fighting techniques granted by the system.

According to the system's usual nature, calling it professional-grade actually meant it was already the limit achievable by ordinary people.

In comparison, although Shi Dazhi's combat skills were strong, they were still a notch weaker.

But his experience was incredibly rich.

Especially having been on the battlefield, he carried a trace of killing intent.

When he truly unleashed his full strength, Su Meng was actually suppressed by him!

However, Su Meng's skills were, after all, right there on display.

Plus, his god-level physical constitution was fiercely powerful.

Gradually, he began to master the fighting skills, and actually forcibly turned the situation around.

From falling into a disadvantage at the start, to a stalemate, and then later, he was actually beating Shi Dazhi down!

The soldiers watching around had their eyes almost staring straight out.

In their view, Su Meng's learning and growth speed was too fast!

Just watching helplessly as he went from a fighting novice to a fighting master.

This was simply like a god!

"You're dead!" Su Meng made a chopping motion with his palm, feinting a strike at Shi Dazhi's neck.

Then he stepped back and shouted loudly.

Who among the crowd couldn't see it?

If this were a real fight, this palm chop would have directly taken Shi Dazhi's life!

A death-like silence fell over the scene.

Everyone stared at Su Meng, their eyes completely changed.

This shock was far greater than the first time.

This time, Shi Dazhi had used all his abilities, yet he still lost?

Su Meng twisted his neck, still feeling unsatisfied.

After thinking for a moment, he waved to the surroundings again and shouted loudly.

"Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

"Bring on a few more, I want to fight ten!"

Fight ten... ten... ten...

The huge voice echoed through the rehearsal room.

Duan Jiangping was so scared he fell back onto the ground, joining Xiang Zhiming as a paralyzed duo.

Qin Jie, however, widened her eyes, her gaze at Su Meng glowing green.

Strong! Too strong!

If he switched to becoming an action movie star, how much money would he make?

"Bring on a few more, I want to fight ten!"

Su Meng's words instantly provoked the anger of a group of special forces soldiers around.

Earlier, when Su Meng wanted to confront Shi Dazhi fairly, they still owed him some gratitude.

Defeating Shi Dazhi also made them feel a shred of admiration.

But... you want to fight ten?

You're way too arrogant!

Do you know who we are?

The most elite army special forces of the Eastern Theater Command!

You want to fight ten?

Although everyone looked at Su Meng as if they wanted to swallow him, not a single person moved.

Su Meng snorted coldly and said calmly.

"Li Yunlong on the battlefield, fighting many with few, and the weak defeating the strong, was not rare."

"Today, I will let you see if I am truly worthy of playing this Li Yunlong!"

Those special forces soldiers hadn't seen the script and didn't know what he meant.

Shi Dazhi, however, was stunned.

You want to fight ten just to prove this?

Seeing their expressions, Su Meng continued speaking.

"What? If you were on the battlefield, would you also insist on one-on-one duels?"

"We're all men, give me a straight answer!"

"Fight or not?!"

"Fight!" Shi Dazhi struggled to stand up, looked at him deeply, and shouted loudly.

"Black Tiger Strike Team, step forward!"

"Yes!"

Ten burly men reflexively stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"Attack!"

"... Yes!"

Though the ten were somewhat hesitant, they still agreed.

Then, naturally, they formed a combat formation, tightly surrounding Su Meng.

In the center of the rehearsal hall, Su Meng took a deep breath and slowly assumed a starting stance.

No one was unfamiliar with this posture.

After all, the old men in the parks practice it every single day.

Yes, this is Tai Chi!

Su Meng was no fool; using martial arts to fight Shi Shi Dazhi just now had only secured a barely sufficient victory.

Want to fight ten? Better go wash up and sleep.

But this Tai Chi is different; it is a god-level skill!

With so many experts present today, Su Meng naturally wanted to try it out.

After all, having a god-level skill and not using it would be the real stupidity!

"Attack!"

Although they had not rehearsed beforehand, these elites seemed to share a telepathic understanding.

Three men lunged directly from three directions.

One threw a straight punch aimed at Su Meng's chest, while another used a grappling move to lock onto Su Meng's waist.

The third man targeted Su Meng's legs for attack.

In an instant, they covered the upper, middle, and lower paths completely.

Not only them, but the other seven also paused briefly before charging in as the second wave.

They sealed off the surroundings tightly.

This maximized the guarantee of not interfering with each other while allowing mutual support.

Truly the elite among elites; relying solely on their rapport, they executed a near-perfect attack!

But Su Meng's Tai Chi is a god-level skill, and it fears nothing more than group attacks!

Su Meng was seen taking a seemingly casual step forward, evading the attack on his lower body.

Then he flicked his hand, caught the wrist of the man in front, and casually flipped and twisted it.

That man felt an inexplicable force surge through him and lost all control over his own body.