Chapter 160: Gao Feng felt a sting, he's still that outstanding!

Lu Yang's eyes lit up: "Twelve-route kicking legs?"

As the saying goes, fists are two doors, it all relies on legs to strike.

Even against an opponent of equal strength with a property counter, it's still quite difficult.

However, in the end, the leg-user was still easily defeated by a veteran who practiced free fighting.

It is said that veteran is a renowned martial arts expert of the division's reconnaissance battalion, possessing near-special-operations strength, able to take on three or four opponents easily, and even killed several enemies in missions!

After watching match after match of martial arts contests, Lu Yang felt his blood surge, his whole body filled with a feeling of boiling passion.

Although he did not sign up for this event, even just watching the battle yielded considerable gains.

The system captured: Through-the-back Fist, Twelve-route kicking legs, free fighting these keywords, and marked them.

In the future, if Lu Yang gets the chance to encounter related professional training, it will definitely yield twice the result with half the effort!

Using the system as a foundation, integrating all martial arts, becoming a master of close combat, a top among tops, just thinking about it is exhilarating!

As the martial arts competition neared its end, Lu Yang originally wanted to stay and see who would ultimately win, but the loudspeaker already broadcast a notice for the precision shooting event.

However, before leaving, he still proactively went to find the tall person who knew Through-the-back Fist, wanting to get acquainted.

Opportunities won't come knocking; in learning and progress, Lu Yang has always taken the initiative.

"Hello Squad Leader, I'm Lu Yang, a soldier of the Iron Foot Company of the Special Third Regiment. I really like martial arts; your Through-the-back Fist is awesome, like a martial arts star."

"Hehe, I've practiced since childhood, so-so."

"Martial arts family?"

"Yes."

Lu Yang's eyes lit up.

Originally, I thought he was a self-taught outsider who took up the path midway, but I didn't expect he actually had a complete lineage.

If there's a chance, I must definitely study it well!

It is said that when mastered, a punch can have five to six hundred kilograms of striking force.

It truly means being able to knock out a cow!

The tall guy realized he hadn't introduced himself, so he spoke up.

"I'm Zhao Chuanwu, Ninth Company of xx Regiment, artillery."

"Makes sense, makes sense."

"What makes sense?"

"Human-shaped mortar."

"Hahaha, I like this nickname; what branch are you?"

"Motorized infantry."

Zhao Chuanwu paused, then asked a long-standing concern: "So, does your company have......"

Lu Yang didn't wait for him to finish, laughing and answering: "Yes, yes, I have a Good Forest 600, and I even got a motorcycle license."

Zhao Chuanwu's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh: "I said those forum folks can't be trusted; mechanized infantry has tanks, how could motorized infantry lack motorcycles!"

Zhao Chuanwu has a good personality, embodying the straightforward and generous impression of martial artists.

Moreover, Lu Yang is quite talkative, so their conversation went quite well.

After getting to know each other and exchanging contact info, Lu Yang hurried off to the competition.

If time permitted, he actually also wanted to meet the leg-training practitioner.

However, that person looked rather aloof, giving off a "keep strangers away" vibe, so he didn't bother them.

The teachings in the unit are actually rather limited; when you want to specially learn something new, you must take the initiative.

In regular units, the taught combat skills are quite limited, whereas Lu Yang's approach is himself broadening a channel, widening the path.

The shooting competition required going to the range, a bit of a distance away; Lu Yang ran there all the way.

Upon arriving, he discovered that this range was at least several times larger than the Training Section of the regiment.

Not only can it meet short-range shooting requirements, it can also meet ultra-long-range sniper shooting.

Additionally, Lu Yang spotted a set of metal humanoid targets with pulleys and tracks on the base nearby; this is a facility dedicated to combat rapid fire, which ordinary companies don't have.

"Lu Yang?"

Lu Yang was just about to go forward to complete registration.

Behind him, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Turning around, he saw Seventh Company Commander Gao Feng bringing Guo Yongwen to participate in the shooting competition.

"Company Commander, Guo Team!"

Lu Yang saw the two and immediately smiled.

After many months, Gao Feng saw Lu Yang again, his heart still warm.

The Sixth Company Instructor left; He Zhen Tao ran over to fill the vacancy, becoming the new Sixth Company Instructor.

Although the process had some twists and turns, the final result was ultimately that He Zhen Tao's skill was superior by a notch.

To the extent that this guy even sought an opportunity to run up to his face and show off, saying Lu Yang was still his soldier, even mocking him as a little trash, making Gao Feng extremely angry!

To avoid wasting time, Gao Feng had the two go register first, then catch up after the competition.

But when the two went to find staff to register, they were told the competition would be postponed by one and a half hours.

Guo Yongwen exclaimed: "Why postponed? The match isn't supposed to be at 4:30? No one else is using it now; why not start early and finish early?"

The staff patiently explained: "Regulations have been adjusted; the precision shooting assessment item changed from daytime open visibility to nighttime low-light environment."

Guo Yongwen's face changed: "Approved night shooting?"

The staff nodded: "Yes."

The sudden increase in difficulty made Guo Yongwen's expression turn grave.

Even Gao Feng instantly felt it was not good, because the most important thing in shooting is lighting.

Under unclear lighting, aiming will produce serious errors, thereby causing a decline in accuracy.

But Lu Yang felt that the difficulty had increased comprehensively, yet for the overall situation there was actually no change.

If personal performance declines due to environmental factors, then others also have to be restricted along with it.

Lu Yang's words actually eased the mood of Gao Feng and Guo Yongwen a little; that also makes sense.

Just then, Zhou Kaidong brought people over, intending to cheer for Lu Yang's competition, but he didn't expect the competition to be postponed and the difficulty to increase.

In previous years, similar situations have actually occurred; it's like the driving test subject three suddenly being changed to night, becoming night driving.

"Seventh Company Commander, good!"

"Zhou Kaidong, what event did you participate in, and how did you do?"

"Withdrawing step trigger pull, but the results aren't ideal; there are quite a few experts, I got fifth."

Zhou Kaidong mentioned that guy who threw a hand grenade 112 meters during the day, which really gave Gao Feng and the other a shock.

They only arrived in the afternoon, and they weren't clear about what had happened in the morning.

Lu Yang also took the opportunity to ask: "Squad Leader, has Li Jiang's side finished the match? What were the results?"

Zhou Kaidong gave a wry smile: "Eighth."

Lu Yang comforted: "That counts as making it into the top ten."

That said, everyone actually knows that results outside the top three are meaningless.

Everyone will only remember the top three; no one will remember fourth or fifth, let alone eighth.

Guo Yongwen asked: "Lu Yang, you only signed up for precision shooting, nothing else?"

Before Lu Yang could speak, Zhou Kaidong jumped in: "He also signed up for the five-kilometer run, finishing in fifteen minutes forty-three seconds, and accidentally took first place."

Upon hearing that the Sixth Company had won first place in an event, Gao Feng felt as if someone had violently stabbed his lung.

Because up to now, the Seventh Company's best result has only been third place.

The strength of the armored Seventh Company lies on the battlefield, not in the competition arena.

Without the support of mechanized vehicles, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

And what pains Gao Feng even more is that this first place should have originally belonged to the Seventh Company.

Indeed, failing to get Lu Yang into the Seventh Company will be a lasting pain.

Excellent soldiers bring lasting honor and positive gains to their company, but this soldier belongs to someone else—how heartbreaking!

Lu Yang clasped his hands toward the smug-faced Zhou Kaidong, awkwardly explaining: "Actually, I'm just lucky; if I had switched to any other event, I probably wouldn't have gotten such a good result."

Gao Feng adjusted his mood and still expressed congratulations: "Luck is also part of strength; the five-kilometer event is your Iron Foot's domain; however, in the upcoming precision shooting competition, Xiao Guo won't let you."

Lu Yang teased Guo Yongwen: "Guo Team, you definitely better not hold back later, or I'll definitely defeat you so you won't know which way is north."

Guo Yongwen's competitive spirit was instantly ignited: "Yo ho, you've become capable! Your sniping is still what I taught you; just a few days after joining the company, you dare to challenge me, this old soldier."

Lu Yang, full of fighting spirit: "A soldier must challenge the impossible!"

Guo Yongwen raised the corners of his mouth: "You have ambition, but don't cry if you lose later!"