Everyone was stunned and even thought they were hallucinating.
Yang Haoran defeated Xiong Fei with one move. How is this possible?
And how did he do it under an open and honest competition of hard power?
"Cheating, it must be cheating! It must be checked!"
On the referee's bench, the referee of the third army shouted angrily.
The first army referee sneered.
"Check? Why? Did you forget what you said so quickly? Could it be that you can only watch the people in the third army win, and others who win are cheating. What kind of bullshit is this?"
The referee of the third army had an ugly face and said forcefully: "How can this be the same? Look at that young man's size, how can he be more powerful than Xiong Fei? There must be something wrong here!"
"Are your eyes broken? Everyone can see clearly what happened just now. It is a real competition of strength. What can you say if your skills are inferior to others?"
The referee of the third army was immediately speechless, and then he realized his gaffe.
Xiong Fei sat on the ground and felt a surge of blood in his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face suddenly turned pale.
Not only that, there was no part of his body that did not feel pain, especially his bones, as if they had been broken.
Xiong Fei's expression changed drastically, showing fear and looking at Yang Haoran in disbelief.
"What did you do? Did you destroy my boyhood skills?"
Yang Haoran looked cold: "Didn't your master teach you that you should keep a low profile when practicing this kind of boy's skill? Because once you suffer backlash, your skill will dissipate.
It's not that I've destroyed your boyish skills, it's that you just wanted to destroy me, so you used too much force. If you were merciless, how could you have the current result?
Such a result can only mean that you are to blame for yourself, and you will be killed if you do many unjust things!"
Xiong Fei's face was pale and in great pain.
This is the boy's skill that he has persisted in for twenty years, and it is his capital that he is proud of. It would be useless to say that it would be useless, and it would be difficult for anyone to accept it.
A wave of suffocation rushed straight into his brain, and Xiong Fei fainted.
Yang Haoran was speechless. Is this serious? With this kind of courage, what kind of warrior can he be?
Soon there was chaos, and someone from the Third Army came on stage to carry Xiong Fei away.
Everyone looked at Yang Haoran angrily, full of resentment.
Yang Haoran didn't care, and the referee's bench on the other side had silently recorded the score.
A wonderful cheer broke out from the First Army, instantly surrounding Yang Haoran.
"Brother Yang, well done. It was so enjoyable just now. You are the hero of our First Army!"
"If that guy from Tank knew about this, he would be extremely happy."
Jiao Guilin looked at Yang Haoran like a monster, with a sigh on his face.
"Full marks in shooting, first in fighting, my god, Yang Haoran, you are such a genius! How did you do it? Can you teach me?"
Only then did everyone notice this, and they all looked at Yang Haoran with admiration and admiration.
"Sure enough, there is a huge difference between geniuses and ordinary people. If you want to compare them, it would be unbearable."
"The key is that Brother Yang is the youngest among us, right? How does this make us veterans feel embarrassed?"
Yang Haoran didn't comment, just smiled naively.
Little did Yang Haoran know that his reputation had spread like wildfire, and he was unanimously called a genius by everyone.
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Next is the cross-country race, a total distance of ten kilometers.
These ten kilometers are not flat, but the terrain is varied.
There are inaccessible swamps, steep peaks, and a 500-meter river.
Everyone must strictly follow the competition route, and drones will be used to film and track the entire process to ensure that no one commits a foul.
With the sound of a gunshot, all the contestants rushed out like Li Xuan's arrow.
Everyone is scrambling for the first place, without any concessions.
Yang Haoran didn't seem so anxious. It was ten kilometers anyway, so it would be better to save a little energy.
Moreover, what really determines the outcome is not the grassland of Ma Pingchuan, but the special terrain behind.
Even if Yang Haoran didn't use all his strength, he was always in the top position.
The first thing they encountered was a swamp with a length of 200 meters. Just as the others were preparing their pads, they were crossing carefully.
Everyone was surprised to see that Yang Haoran did not use any tools and walked directly through the swamp like a dragonfly touching water.
"Holy shit, what's going on? That guy is Yang Haoran, who defeated Xiong Fei with one punch, right? Why did he just run over like that?"
"Is it a problem with the route? I have noted the landing point of his footsteps, and I will try to follow him."
Someone was very careful and walked to the place where Yang Haoran started. He rushed up to the swamp with a run-up, and then heard the sound of falling into the water.
"Help me quickly, I can't help it anymore, I'm going to sink!"
The smart pioneer's body kept sinking, and he shouted for help in a panic.
Soon his teammates came over and threw a rope to pull him up.
The pioneer gasped for air and looked towards a dark swamp with lingering fear.
He found a wooden stick and poked it, and couldn't help but yell: "It's clearly a pure swamp, there's no place to stay, you've been fooled!"
There was silence all around, everyone was shocked.
There was no place to stay, so how did Yang Haoran get there?
"Is it the Qinggong of ascending the Pingping River?"
Some people shouted in surprise, while others remained silent and went to find materials for making pads without saying a word.
This is really incomparable. As an ordinary person, it is better to be down-to-earth.
There is still one person left in the first team. Hu Kuishan did not choose a substitute after he retired from the game.
Jiao Guilin looked at Yang Haoran's retreating back, seemingly numb.
"He just ran away like that? Is this something human beings do? We are team members, so why don't we have any spirit of unity and friendship? You have to give me a hand anyway!"
"Bah, what are you thinking about? You should just be obedient and act as a support. That's Brother Yang's ability. Are you being dragged along and used as a burden?"
Yang Haoran crossed the swamp easily, but was in no hurry.
Why are you reaching the finish line so soon? It’s not interesting at all. It’s great to watch a show here!
So Yang Haoran found a tree trunk and sat on the ground, crossing his legs and looking across meaningfully.
"Come on everyone, I'm waiting for you here. Remember to be careful and don't sink in."
Yang Haoran's shouting made the person opposite him almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Are you encouraging me? You're obviously showing off, it's so irritating!
But Yang Haoran was enjoying it and continued to shout: "Can you hurry up? It's too slow."