Chapter 384: Correct Usage Instructions for Lan Li

"Black Hand!"

Yang Yong, stunned, exposed a flaw.

Lu Yang seized the chance and directly used the "Black Horse Galloping" from the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands.

He yanked his collar, planted a foot on his knee, then pulled hard backward to throw the man to the ground, and bam—two punches slammed into Yang Yong's face.

Yang Yong quickly reacted, his fists forcefully blocking, while his legs tightly clamped Lu Yang's waist and twisted, hurling him down to the ground.

Grabbing one of his arms, he prepared to forcibly apply a Cross Lock, restricting the opponent's attack.

Damn!

This kid knows way too many things!

Carelessly, he almost fell on himself!

Yang Yong's combat experience was extensive, and he quickly locked Lu Yang's arm and body tightly.

This move works well in real combat; he once used it to subdue fleeing outlaws and drug‑armed personnel.

Lu Yang tried several times but couldn't break free, clearly having underestimated the battalion commander's skill; the two stalled, and Lu Yang's neck was tightly squeezed by the opponent's legs, leaving him gasping.

"Lu Yang, I admit you're formidable, even mastering the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands! But against me, you can't win!"

"Give up early, stop struggling, or else that arm of yours will be..."

As the words fell, a crack sounded.

Everyone clearly heard the sound and involuntarily inhaled sharply.

Whoa, Battalion Commander, you—are you playing for real?

Xiong Yao stared wide‑eyed as Yang Yong snapped Lu Yang's arm, hopping anxiously.

"Yang Yong, you damn dog, what are you doing? Sparring is sparring, why did you actually snap someone's arm!"

"I—I didn't!"

Yang Yong was completely stunned.

He naturally wanted such a fine soldier.

Since it was sparring, it should have stopped at a point.

Breaking someone's arm, if a hidden ailment later surfaces, wouldn't that ruin their future?

Moreover, he hoped Lu Yang would join the Zhencha Daitui and become a senior officer under him; after such a lethal move, how could comrade relations survive?

"Let go, let go quickly!"

Before Xiong Yao could order, Yang Yong hurriedly released his grip.

Just as he tried to stand and check on Lu Yang, a massive shoe sole slammed hard toward his face.

Yang Yong was kicked flying, slid over a meter across the sand, and when he stopped he fell into a peaceful, sweet sleep.

Lu Yang, amid shocked, stunned, incredulous gazes, steadied his wobbling arm and stood up.

His left hand grasped his right arm, twisting and turning until the bone snapped back into place.

"Who... else... is there?!!"

Lu Yang leaned back slightly, and shouted the astonishing three words at the whole crowd.

Silence, death‑like silence.

Everyone could not believe the scene before them.

This kid actually turned the battalion commander, the strongest here, upside down.

Division Commander Luo covered his face, unable to watch.

At this point, he could no longer fail to see that Lu Yang had clearly been feigning.

Yet Yang Yong and Xiong Yao fell for it, even being deceived by this kid's "Golden Cicada Shedding the Shell".

Zheng Chengfeng's breathing quickened, and his gaze at Lu Yang was filled with an urgent yearning for outstanding talent!

If you have ability, have ability; if you have wisdom, have wisdom; if you have strategy, have strategy; if you have collective consciousness, have collective consciousness!

Talk of shedding an arm, and he actually shed it; to win by any means, he's truly ruthless!

The value this kid displayed far exceeded Zheng Chengfeng's expectations; the potential shown is undoubtedly the greatest among all soldiers transitioning from the Army to the Navy in this cohort, without equal!

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Lu Yang win two rounds in a row, Zheng Chengfeng finally could disguise himself privately, slapping Xiong Yao's shoulder and laughing loudly.

"Never expected, truly never expected; even the battalion commander got flipped, I thought there would be a third match!"

"Sorry, Chief of Staff Xiong, Division Commander Luo, I won this wager; the person belongs to our Navy now!"

"Lu Yang, go, make a swift retreat!"

Zheng Chengfeng snapped his fingers at him, preparing to lead the group away.

It wasn't until then that everyone understood what had actually happened.

It turned out the kid wasn't just here to cause a scene; it involved a bet between senior officers, the stake clearly being Lu Yang's allegiance.

Zheng Chengfeng clasped Lu Yang's shoulder, kindly asking if he hurt, if he was tired, and whether to take him to the Medical Team for a check.

Lu Yang shook his head to decline; this hard Qi skill wasn't learned in vain, and as for the arm‑shedding move, he had used it before.

His body's attributes, boosted by the system, also multiplied his recovery ability.

These bruises and superficial wounds would take at most four or five days.

"Don't move!"

A cold voice came from behind.

The Zhencha Daitui members all gathered, angrily surrounding the person.

Zheng Chengfeng's smile faded, and he turned to look at Division Commander Luo, who was blocking their exit.

"Division Commander Luo, two wins out of three, that's the agreement—do you refuse to settle?"

"Did I ever say I wouldn't pay?"

"So what does that mean?"

"I'll make another bet with you!"

Colonel Luo's face burned with anger as he stared fixedly at Zheng Chengfeng.

He could almost be certain that the mastermind behind it was this guy.

It was he who pushed Lu Yang, and he also arranged for Lu Yang to go to the Zhencha Daitui to stir trouble; everything was his plan.

The purpose was to prove that the Division Zhencha Daitui couldn't keep Lu Yang, to show that the Seventeenth Division couldn't provide better training conditions, and then, logically, to take the person away!

A hint of displeasure flashed in Zheng Chengfeng's eyes, but he still asked, "What do you want to bet?"

"Bet on him!"

Colonel Luo pointed at Lu Yang, gritting his teeth, and said, "If you lose, Lu Yang stays; if you win, you may pick three more people from here to leave!"

Zheng Chengfeng shook his head; he's the type to quit while he's ahead.

Since they already have Lu Yang, a gold mine, there's no need to worry about those bits of silver.

As for Colonel Luo's mind at this moment, it was pure gambler's mentality; he was unwilling to lose like this, unwilling to be played, and wanted to win back desperately.

"Are you scared?"

"I just think it's unnecessary."

"What you say doesn't count; what he says does!"

Everyone's gaze fell entirely on Lu Yang.

That made Lu Yang feel a lot of pressure.

The goal has been achieved, his face restored, so there's really no need to continue.

But he also knew clearly that if he refused, Colonel Luo wouldn't let him leave so easily.

Just as Lu Yang was wavering, a figure, after hesitating several times, squeezed from the back of the crowd to the front and stood before him.

"You're impressive and strong, but that can't hide the fact that your Sixth Company as a whole is weak."

"If you hadn't been lying in a hospital back then and had gone to the exercises, perhaps we wouldn't have been able to ambush successfully; in the end, the unit that was transferred to the Navy might not have been your brigade but the 441st Regiment?"

Lan Li's words made the corner of Lu Yang's eye twitch.

He knew the kid was deliberately provoking him, trying to force him into another match.

But the guy's words carried a mocking tone that was truly infuriating.

Xiong Yao's eyes lit up as soon as he saw it worked; he must have found Lan Li's "proper usage guide."

He quickly jabbed from behind, signaling the kid to step up his effort.

"I don't get it, the college entrance exam questions are so simple, why didn't you even get into a second‑tier university? Isn't having a hand enough?"

"If I hadn't enlisted, I should have gone to Tsinghua or Peking University; but since you didn't enlist, you can only go to vocational school, technical college, learn to cook, learn to operate excavators; or learn to cook with an excavator."

"......"

Lu Yang's eye twitch intensified.

Is this guy's mouth poisoned? He keeps spouting such harsh truths.

Lan Li stepped up to him, raised his hand and gestured over both heads twice, then said seriously, "Seems I'm not taller? Lu Yang, you were originally a little shorty!"

Lu Yang's fists cracked as he clenched them, his eyes and ears seemed to burst into flame: "Just wait, in a moment I'll tear this filthy mouth of yours apart!"