Chapter 383: Didn't eat breakfast, and you're going all out?

You offended the battalion commander, and you still want to leave?

Lu Yang, you're unlucky, you're really unlucky!

In the whole reconnaissance battalion, the best fighter is our battalion commander; he used to be from Changsha!

Lu Yang smiled and nodded at Yang Yong: "Hello, I'm from Guangling, the Guangling where the blossoms fall in March."

Yang Yong's eye twitched, but he didn't pick up the thread; he was afraid of being inexplicably led astray like Squad Leader Niu.

On the contrary, the few soldiers who had been bragging about how formidable their battalion commander was broke down, jumping up and down shouting.

"What I'm saying is, the one who often kills people is a regular killer!"

"Don't think that just because you've participated in one or two real combat arrests, taken out a few spies and petty thieves, and earned some merit, you're something special!"

"Our reconnaissance battalion encounters combat missions every quarter; the number of enemies our battalion commander has killed is unimaginable! Last year we......"

"Enough!"

Seeing someone still boasting about himself, Yang Yong coldly interrupted.

"Get him a set of protective gear."

"No need."

Lu Yang declined Yang Yong's good intentions.

Fighting is only fun when it's flesh-to-flesh; wearing protective gear is too boring.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what level he was at now, and whether he could go fifty-fifty with this battle-hardened Changsha battalion commander.

Yang Yong looked at the unperturbed Lu Yang and gave a final reminder: "Your matter with Lan Li is settled; he has sincerely apologized and made amends."

"You said you came representing the honor of the Special Third Regiment, wanting to win glory for all the regiment's soldiers; considering your regiment's ordeal, I can understand, and you have already won a round."

"Knowing when to stop is my advice to you; do not challenge the bottom line of our reconnaissance battalion, do not exceed your abilities, and do not push your luck."

"In a few years you might have this ability, but at least now you are not qualified to challenge us; the same question, I give it to you again."

"I can take a beating; can you withstand one of my punches?"

Lu Yang also had his fighting spirit stirred by those words, and he hooked his finger at him: "Come try, then you'll know."

Yang Yong also knew this guy was serious, so he simply moved his wrist: "I know you've learned Through-the-back Fist, but you've studied it too briefly to exert its true power."

"Zhao Chuanwu has an older brother; his Through-the-back Fist is the real deal."

"Have you fought him?"

"We were once comrades-in-arms; later, the division formed the reconnaissance battalion, and I was transferred back to serve as its captain."

Yang Yong's words contained a lot of information, also giving Lu Yang a further, more intuitive understanding of his strength.

Zhao Chuanwu came from a martial arts family; his household was entirely made up of martial practitioners; he once said his older brother was in Special Operations.

Yang Yong and his older brother were once comrades-in-arms, which means Yang Yong himself used to be in Special Operations, and his position wasn't low.

Former Special Operations team member, now the battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion, having participated in numerous combat missions and slain countless bandits.

This is much tougher than the Kui Wolf I previously fought, whose grave mound grass is now two meters high; it's not even the same level of opponent.

But sorry, the current Lu Yang is not the past Lu Yang; his version has been updated with system iterations; he also went to the Armed Police for advanced study, learning the essentials of cultivating an indestructible body.

So, who will win the deer is still uncertain!

"Come on!"

Lu Yang drew his bow and nocked an arrow, assuming the starting stance of Through-the-back Fist.

Seeing his aura suddenly shift, Yang Yong narrowed his eyes.

The reconnaissance battalion's intelligence department had a general understanding of Lu Yang, knowing he was diligent and inquisitive.

Not only did he go to the 441 Regiment to learn artillery techniques, but he also found Zhao Chuanwu and learned the basics of Through-the-back Fist.

Yang Yong originally thought Lu Yang's knowledge was just superficial basics; after all, there are many affairs in the unit, making deep study unlikely.

But now, just seeing his opening move, Yang Yong clearly sees how high this kid's talent for learning is.

Yang Yong smiled: "No wonder you dare to come challenge me; turns out you've got some skills? But with just this little three-legged cat ability, you can't beat me......!"

"Here I come!"

Lu Yang gave a low grunt as a warning and launched the attack.

Through-the-back Fist opens wide and closes wide, striking far.

Compared to defense, it's more suited for offense, probing Yang Yong's real and fake.

And indeed, as he thought, Yang Yong truly is a combat expert; although Lu Yang's attack speed is already fast, the opponent can always dodge with agile positioning.

"Is that all you've got?"

"You can't even touch the corner of my clothes?"

"Your Through-the-back Fist is far too weak!"

Yang Yong slipped away smoothly, occasionally raising a hand to block, obviously not using his full strength.

Seeing this, the crowd all broke out in mocking smiles, as if saying: "With such a level, you dare to come cause trouble here—you have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth!"

"Battalion commander, take him down, knock him out with one punch!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the constantly dodging Yang Yong finally had enough.

He had already gauged Lu Yang's approximate level; he has some fighting technique, but not much.

Training in grassroots units mostly aims at mechanically meeting targets, unlike their combat-oriented approach here.

However, from his observation, Lu Yang's fighting technique has reached the upper-middle tier of the reconnaissance battalion; in other words, at least more than half of the battalion cannot beat him.

If they had really let Lan Li go up to fight him earlier, there's a high chance they would have lost by now.

"Have you had enough fighting?"

Yang Yong blocked Lu Yang's 'thrown' fist wind with his forearm, smirking: "My turn!"

Yang Yong feinted with a lifted foot to deceive Lu Yang's footwork, then followed with a heavy, powerful punch aimed at his chest.

But Lu Yang, who should have been knocked down by a single punch, stood there like a statue.

His legs seemed to have taken root, planted firmly in the sand.

On the contrary, Yang Yong's fist felt slightly numb, as if he had struck a tree.

Lu Yang brushed off his chest, looked at him, and said: "Didn't eat breakfast? Give it your all!"

???

The sudden scene gradually silenced the crowd.

They knew well how heavy the battalion commander's punch was.

With that punch, an ordinary person would definitely be laid flat.

Or did the battalion commander hold back?

Yes, that must be it!

The battalion commander is kind-hearted; he surely eased up at the end!

Yang Yong furrowed his brows, sensing something was off.

He sidestepped to dodge Lu Yang's punch aimed at his face, then two lightning-fast punches struck Lu Yang's back and abdomen, followed by a heavy spinning kick.

But after the combo, Lu Yang merely stepped back half a step with his right foot, his body still ramrod straight.

This made him feel he wasn't fighting a person but pounding a concrete wall.

Watching Lu Yang clench his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, the muscles on his neck tightening strand by strand, Yang Yong finally realized.

You actually learned hard qigong?!

An uproar erupted; Lan Li stared wide-eyed in shock, utterly incredulous.

Even Regiment Commander Luo pulled out his reading glasses from his pocket and fixed his gaze on Lu Yang.

Xiong Yao was also shocked; the background data never said Lu Yang knew this, the troops don't teach it; moreover, Lu Yang is his soldier, making it even less likely he'd have encountered it.

Zheng Chengfeng's face lit up with delight; he had previously wondered why Lu Yang kept asking if Yang Yong could take a beating, but now he realized his meaning: "You don't know if he can take a hit, but I can!"

Hard qigong—he had also learned a bit about it, though the armed police practice it more.

It is a method that guides the body's qi to tighten the muscles and skin.

Through long-term training, it enhances strike resistance and reduces external injury.

Although it's not as miraculous as the invulnerability to blades and spears in martial arts novels, when it comes to "taking a beating," there's no doubt about it.

Similarly popular in Flood Country is Muay Thai; practitioners train from childhood by kicking banana trees, later even steel pipes, to continually increase shin bone density and hardness, turning their legs into lethal weapons.

The principles are the same between them; one focuses on offense, the other on defense.

Yang Yong pointed at him and asked: "Where did you learn that?"

Lu Yang gave no answer: "......"

Yang Yong: "No wonder you dare to come challenge me—you know Through-the-back Fist, the troops' grappling and capturing technique, and now hard qigong? Fine, fine, fine—I admit you have the skill to match me."

"Good thing it's me who came; if it were someone else, they might not be able to subdue you."

Lu Yang still didn't answer, merely staring him down.

Hard qigong emphasizes holding a breath in the throat, imagining oneself as an inflated balloon.

He must guard against surprise attacks, so it's best to maintain a defensive stance at all times to avoid revealing any openings.

This time Yang Yong held nothing back, taking the initiative to attack; one who has trained hard qigong possesses extraordinary strike resistance.

Although he himself had practiced it, it was clearly inferior to Lu Yang's, leaving him feeling frustrated.

His punches rattled against Lu Yang's body, yet still failed to breach his defense.

Even when his fist struck Lu Yang's face, the man merely turned slightly red.

If that punch had landed on Lan Li, he'd probably already be flat on his back, dreaming of Zhou Gong!

Whoosh!

Suddenly Yang Yong saw stars; Lu Yang's fist shifted into a "five-claw" and lunged viciously downward to grab him.

Yang Yong's sturdy frame shuddered; his body reacted faster than his mind to evade, but the following moves were just as cunning and vicious.

This damned sense of familiarity gave him a feeling of déjà vu, though he couldn't recall where he'd seen it—until Lu Yang unleashed the "Black Horse Stomps Hoof".

"This is black......."