Chen Hu said: "Instructor, why don't you put on protective gear first? Tie Jun's fist can punch through a steel plate."
Mr. Fu on the side smiled and said nothing. These young people might really be in trouble. They were suspicious of someone and even suspected Ning Fan, the executioner.
Ning Fan waved his hand, then stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just hit me with all your strength."
"Instructor, your ability is not to get beaten, right?" A student asked with a smile.
"If that's the case, I won't fight. The instructor is the instructor, and I can't hit one of my own." Yang Tiejun stopped immediately.
"Yang Tiejun, I order you to attack your instructor with all your strength." Mr. Fu gave the order directly.
Yang Tiejun immediately stood at attention: "Yes!"
Then he came to Ning Fan and prepared his attack movements, but he still wanted to remind Ning Fan: "Instructor, I'm sorry."
"boom!"
The next second Yang Tiejun started to fight, attacking as fast as he could.
With his ability, if the opponent has no time to dodge, he can directly beat him into a ball of rotten flesh in just a few seconds.
But an incredible scene appeared in the eyes of everyone. Ning Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, his body constantly avoiding Yang Tiejun's dense fists.
He punched dozens of times in one go without touching any part of Ning Fan.
Yang Tiejun exploded with anger and kept accelerating his speed, but no matter how he increased his speed, he could not touch anything from Ning Fan.
After a while, Yang Tiejun gasped for air. The fist he just punched consumed a lot of his energy.
"Do you want to fight? If not, I will take action." Ning Fan asked with a smile.
Yang Tiejun took a breath and then punched hard, but before he could touch Ning Fan's body, he was knocked back by a strong force of air.
"What?" Zhang Tiejun stumbled and fell to the ground.
However, he quickly got up and saluted Ning Fan: "Instructor, I lost, and I am convinced that I lost."
A group of students also saw Ning Fan's true ability. Yang Tiejun was the most comprehensive among them. He could not touch any of Ning Fan's clothes.
This requires such fast and agile reflexes to be able to dodge any attack among the dense fists.
"Your strength is pretty good, but now do you feel like you can't improve your abilities no matter how hard you train?" Ning Fan asked.
"Report to the instructor, yes."
"That's because you don't have enough control over Qi. Only if you control the Qi running in your body can you improve to the next level."
Ning Fan is also aware of their training here. They practice hard qigong first to establish a solid foundation before entering another department to learn how to become a warrior.
"Let me tell you something that will make you unhappy. With your current abilities, in the training camp you will only have small fights. If you meet a real master, you will only be killed."
"Instructor, although you are very powerful, please don't underestimate us. We are members of the Hidden Dragon Guard and we represent the strongest." A student was unconvinced.
Ning Fan smiled and walked over: "The fact that you can enter here shows that you have enough talent and hard work, but if you meet someone like me, can you still stop me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a knife struck the student, and he immediately raised his hand to block it.
As a result, there was a squeaking sound, and the student's hand bones were broken at the sound, and he sat on the ground in unbearable pain.
Ning Fan looked at the others: "There are many people in the world who are stronger than me. If you can't defeat me, how can you protect your home and country?"
The student who was knocked to the ground stood up. Even though he was somewhat resentful, he didn't dare to say anything because he really couldn't beat the man in front of him who was younger than him.