As soon as Zuo Han turned around the corridor, he was stopped by a young soldier whose facial features were somewhat similar to Zuo Yan's.
"My name is Zuo Shiyi, and Zuo Yan is my grandfather."
Looking at the young major in his mid-twenties, Zuo Han nodded slightly.
"You are very good."
It is indeed good to be able to train to level 2 strength on earth. However, Zuo Shiyi was stunned.
"Hey, wait..." Zuo Shiyi was stunned for two seconds, then reached out to grab Zuo Han, who was slowly leaving.
This guy is really baffled, with a tone that sounds like he is talking to a junior.
Zuo Han's shoulders sank slightly, he avoided Zuo Shiyi's hand, and asked back: "Is something wrong?"
"Huh?" Zuo Shiyi's eyes lit up: "Sure enough, he has a trick."
At this moment, a stern female voice came from the distance: "Zuo Shiyi, why are you so angry? General Zuo asked you to come in."
When I looked back, I saw it was Song Ya.
"I'll go right away." Zuo Shiyi shrunk his neck and shouted to Zuo Han while running: "Hey, don't leave, I still have something to say to you..."
Looking at Zuo Shiyi's retreating back, Zuo Han couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
He is really the son of the third child, this Leng Sanlang's character is simply printed from the same mold.
Naturally, Zuo Han didn't wait for Zuo Shiyi to come back and "talk" to him, so he turned around and went downstairs. But as soon as he walked out of the door, his face showed a bit of helplessness.
Zheng Wufeng!
He had just avoided a Level 2 one, and now there was a Level 3 one. Seeing Zheng Wufeng's stern eyes, Zuo Han knew he couldn't avoid it.
"What do you want to do?" Zuo Han said helplessly: "Do you still want to verify my identity?"
"I have received an order to terminate the investigation against you." Zheng Wufeng said calmly: "We have settled the official matters, leaving only personal grudges."
Zuo Han smiled bitterly: "If I remember correctly, this should be our second meeting."
"It's the third time." Zheng Wufeng corrected: "You have repeatedly teased my subordinates. As a superior, I cannot ignore it. I don't care what the higher-ups think about it, but I must get some interest back. This time, don't even think about it.
Let me go again."
"Whatever you want." Zuo Han looked around and asked, "You plan to be here?"
"Follow me!" Zheng Wufeng was already prepared and led Zuo Han towards the back of the hospital.
Zuo Han does not object to fighting Zheng Wufeng. The strength level only represents the strength of the body and does not mean the gap in strength. If Zheng Wufeng can bring a certain amount of pressure, it will also help Zuo Han improve.
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"This is a warehouse, no one will disturb you." Zheng Wufeng took off his coat, took off his watch, and faced Zuo Han.
Zuo Han took out his mobile phone and put it aside, adjusting his glasses.
Zheng Wufeng frowned slightly: "If your eyesight is not very poor, you'd better take off your glasses."
"I don't think this will cause any trouble." Zuo Han said with a smile.
"Okay, I'm going to do it." Zheng Wufeng looked sullen and put on his posture.
Zuo Han took a step back and made a gesture of invitation.
Zheng Wufeng let out a hey, stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked Zuo Han straight to the chest.
Zuo Han jumped back slightly and stepped back to avoid it.
Zheng Wufeng took advantage of the situation and punched twice with his front hand, followed by a side kick, a standard professional style.
Zuo Han raised his hand to block it twice, then retreated again.
Feeling the power transmitted from his arm, Zuo Han frowned slightly.
The breath of level 3 power exerts only level 2 power.
Being underestimated...
Zuo Han shook his ankles, pushed his body forward, and his legs were like two axes, carrying the whistling evil wind, and continuously attacked Zheng Wufeng.
The gap at level 1 is not big and can be made up entirely with skills.
Zheng Wufeng saw that Zuo Han was using the same technique as in the boxing ring, but he did not expect that the attack would be so fierce and he kept retreating.
But no matter how Zheng Wufeng dodges, Zuo Han's feet always follow him, and he can barely avoid them every time.
Suddenly, Zheng Wufeng, who was retreating, felt a bump on his back, and couldn't help but secretly thought that was bad.
Zuo Han's right leg was struck head-on like a battle axe.
Zheng Wufeng tried his best to dodge, fell to the side and rolled out.
With a click, Zuo Han kicked a large wooden box into pieces, and a skeletal model inside was also torn into pieces.
"Good boy." Zheng Wufeng stood up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and with eyes like an eagle, he said coldly: "Be careful next time."
Zheng Wufeng lowered his arms, and a strange air flow circulated in his body and poured into his arms.
An aura of danger gradually filled Zuo Han's heart.
Zuo Han looked at Zheng Wufeng's palm and his pupils shrank slightly.
I don't know when Zheng Wufeng's hands turned black, like iron.
No wonder Zheng Wufeng gave himself the feeling of level 3 power. Without Skynet's imprisonment, his achievements would be far more than this.
Pity……
call--
Zheng Wufeng struck Zuo Han's neck with a palm.
Zuo Han fell backward and kicked Zheng Wufeng in the armpit.
Zheng Wufeng did not dodge, but directly faced him with his other hand.
With a snap, Zuo Han felt his feet go numb and his body suddenly lost balance.
At the same time, Zheng Wufeng's palm suddenly grabbed Zuo Han's shoulder.
Zuo Han's supporting foot bounced to the ground, and his body rose sideways in the air. While avoiding the grasp, his feet continued to point towards Zheng Wufeng's arm joints like a spiritual snake.
Zuo Han's previous kicks were as violent as thunder, but these few kicks were as gentle as the wind.
Zheng Wufeng only felt a numbness in his arms, and his body couldn't help but retreat.
Zuo Han put his hands on the ground and did a somersault to regain his balance.
Zheng Wufeng moved his arms and looked at Zuo Han in surprise: "Your kung fu is very interesting, where did you learn it?"
"The more you fight, the better it will be." Zuo Han smiled, and the two of them moved around in unison, fighting together again.
Compared with the fight with Hu Xia at that time, the fight between Zuo Han and Zheng Wufeng is not good now. In addition to the speed, the fighting style is more like wild beasts fighting each other. But in terms of the degree of danger, it is more dangerous than then.
More than ten times.
However, Zuo Han was a little disinterested.
Zheng Wufeng's physical strength is level 2 strength. The reason why he feels like level 3 strength is mainly because of his hands. Although Zuo Han's physical strength is only level 1 now, his control of skills is difficult for others to match. Unless he has two hands, his physical strength is only level 1.
Life and death are at stake, otherwise it would be difficult for Zheng Wufeng to put pressure on Zuo Han.
After a few feints, Zuo Han retreated and stopped: "No more fighting."
Zheng Wufeng was enjoying the beating, and he frowned and asked, "Why?"
"It's boring." Zuo Han glanced at Zheng Wufeng and said, "Unless you are willing to risk your life."
Zheng Wufeng was slightly startled at first, and then smiled: "If you try your best, I will definitely risk my life."
Zuo Han said half truthfully, "Then you will die."
"Not many people dare to talk to me like this." Zheng Wufeng laughed loudly: "Our accounts have been settled. I hope we can be friends next time we meet."
Zuo Han smiled: "As long as you are willing, we are friends now."
Zheng Wufeng nodded and was about to speak when Zuo Han pointed to the box he had just kicked to pieces and said, "Since we are friends, you are responsible for paying for it."
"Ah?" When Zheng Wufeng was stunned, Zuo Han had already walked out with square steps.
"This bastard, the richer he gets, the stingier he becomes." Zheng Wufeng looked at the scattered mannequins with a confused look on his face.
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As luck would have it, not long after Zuo Han walked out of the warehouse, he bumped into Zuo Shiyi, who was looking around.
"Hey, I thought you ran away." Zuo Shiyi trotted to Zuo Han and couldn't help but said: "I heard that you dealt a terrible blow to Hu Xia. That kid was trained by me. Come on, let's fight.
Let me see your weight."
"Aren't you all so idle?" Zuo Han glared at Zuo Shiyi angrily: "After fighting one person, another one comes, are you very idle in the army?"
"Why did you beat one and then another?" Zuo Shiyi was confused. He looked Zuo Han up and down, and asked doubtfully: "Did you just fight with someone? Damn it, who stole my business..."
Zuo Shiyi was making a noise there when suddenly he saw Zheng Wufeng walking over from behind. He was holding a coat in his hand and there was a little dust on his body.
"Did you fight Brother Zheng?" Zuo Shiyi's eyes lit up and he looked Zuo Han up and down: "Did you win?"
"Ask him, he seems to have something to tell you." Zuo Han hesitated and fled.
Zuo Shiyi's character and Zuo Yan's statue, this annoying kung fu, are even better than his master.
"Brother Zheng, who of you has won?" Zuo Shiyi couldn't care less about Zuo Han now, grabbed Zheng Wufeng, and asked.
Zuo Shiyi knew Zheng Wufeng's abilities, at least he couldn't survive many moves in front of Zheng Wufeng. Just those palms were enough to make Zuo Shiyi bow his head and call him brother.
"He didn't win, but I lost."
Zheng Wufeng carefully recalled the fight between the two, and suddenly realized that Zuo Han's last words might really not be a joke. He didn't pay attention during the fight, but after thinking about it carefully, Zuo Han seemed to have the rhythm under his control.
His strength is definitely higher than Zuo Han's, and his speed is almost the same. But the timing and accuracy of Zuo Han's attacks are as if they were calculated by a computer. It's really hard to say if he really does it.
Zuo Shiyi and Zheng Wufeng had known each other for many years, so they naturally understood the meaning behind that ambiguous statement.
Zheng Wufeng, who had been defeated many times, could not force Zuo Han to show his true strength.
This guy really needs to be investigated carefully. The intelligence from the National Health Bureau and the National Security Bureau may not be reliable.
Zuo Shiyi was thinking about it when his cell phone suddenly rang.
If there is anything with no status, even if it is organized by the village chief, you have to go. Isn’t it just a charity reception? Third uncle, I will go to show my love...
Nonsense, that is my goddess...
Your little trouble is nothing, I will take care of it, please tell me the location!!"
Zuo Shiyi left Zheng Wufeng behind, grabbed his mobile phone, jumped into an off-road vehicle with military license plates, and drove out of the hospital gate in a hurry.