In Ye Feng's eyes, Qian San's speed was as slow as a snail, and his strength was even more vulnerable.
Similarly, in Qian San's heart, although Ye Feng was a fifth-level warrior, he was full of loopholes.
"Although I am a sixth-level warrior, I want you to understand what it means to be a hundred-refined veteran. Even if there is a huge gap in realm, I can still crush you!"
Qian San's eyes were full of fighting spirit and murderous intent.
Because Ye Feng is a zombie, there is no internal energy fluctuation in his body.
Therefore, in Qian San's opinion, Ye Feng must have just broken through to level five, and he may not have had time to gather more internal strength.
More importantly, Ye Feng doesn't know martial arts and relies entirely on speed and strength, which makes Qian San look down on Ye Feng even more.
Seeing Ye Feng rushing towards Qian San, the students watching from a distance all widened their eyes.
"Ye Feng actually dares to take action against the squad leader, he is so arrogant!"
"Ye Feng is a fifth-level warrior, and the squad leader is in danger."
"What do you know? The squad leader is a veteran who has practiced a lot. Can his combat experience be comparable to that of Ye Feng? Just watch, I believe the squad leader can defeat Ye Feng within ten moves!"
"Whip legs!!!"
Staring at Ye Feng, who was approaching very quickly, Qian San grinned, with strong murderous intent in his eyes, "Rookie, lie down!"
Looking at the sudden leg, Ye Feng really didn't expect it.
Qian San has a lot of fighting experience and can change his moves quickly. It would be really difficult for an ordinary fifth-level warrior to fight against him.
But, so what?
"boom!"
Ye Feng refused to dodge and resisted Qian San's kick.
The smile on Qian San's face suddenly stiffened, and he kicked Ye Feng in the waist. He felt as if his instep was about to break, as if he had kicked steel.
"How can his body be so hard?" Qian San was stunned. This kick weighed at least seven or eight hundred pounds. Not to mention a fifth-level warrior, even a fourth-level warrior could not be as calm as Ye Feng.
Carry it down.
"too weak!"
Ye Feng curled his lips. His current physical strength was thirty. In short, without the huge strength of three thousand kilograms, he could not be shaken at all.
"Crack!"
"ah!!!"
Suddenly!
A pitiful scream sounded.
Ye Feng's right hand fell hard on Qian San's calf, and then he squeezed it hard, and the sound of the bones breaking could be heard clearly.
"How can it be?"
Qian San's face was distorted, and he stared at Ye Feng, who had a calm expression, "He, how could he be so powerful?"
"boom!"
Ignoring Qian San's shocked look, Ye Feng threw Qian San out with a backhand as if he was throwing away garbage.
"Damn, it's so fierce!"
The fat man's eyes widened and he stared blankly at Ye Feng who defeated Qian San with one blow, "How strong is this madman?"
In Fatty's view, even though Ye Feng is at level five, he is probably no match for Qian San.
It was precisely because of this that he asked Ye Feng to take action.
Once Ye Feng takes action, Qian San will definitely vent most of his anger on Ye Feng, and he can reduce the punishment.
But now, Ye Feng defeated Qian San easily.
"I'm going to be in trouble!"
The fat man grimaced. As the main messenger, he could not escape responsibility for this matter.
"Bah bang bang!"
Ye Feng clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant, walked slowly to the side of the fat man, and said with a smile: "There are still two hours and thirty-five minutes, who do you want me to help you beat?"
Meeting Ye Feng's teasing gaze, Fatty's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, feeling that his little thoughts had been seen through by the other party.
"Damn it, just die!"
Suddenly!
The fat man gritted his teeth, waved his hand and said, "Madman, come with me!"
"OK!"
Qian San's face was covered with cold sweat, and he stared at Ye Feng's back as he strode away, "What level of warrior is he? There is no internal energy fluctuation, but his strength and speed are so powerful!"
Slowly lifting up his trousers, Qian San looked at the weirdly twisted calves, "You bastard, you're so cruel!"
There are ten classes in the rookie camp, which are divided into different areas for training.
At this moment, three classes of students are simulating survival lessons in no-man's land at the training ground.
"Um?"
Tian Feng, who was lying on the ground, raised his eyelids and looked at several figures walking in the distance.
"It's them?"
Looking at the fat man who was leading the way, Tian Feng raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Ye Feng again.
Tian Feng also heard about Zhao Hong's beating, but he didn't expect that Ye Feng actually kept it secret.
"Since the matter is already big, let's make it bigger. I don't believe that the old man will watch me go to jail!" The fat man looked confused.
"Which class are you in?"
The squad leader of Class 3 had a cold expression and stared at Ye Feng and others as they walked into the training ground.
The fat man rolled his eyes, with a flattering smile on his face, "Squad leader, let's find Tian Feng!"
"Looking for Tian Feng? What's the matter?"
"beat him!"
"What?" The monitor of the third class suspected that he heard wrongly and looked at the fat man with a flattering smile on his face, "What are you talking about?"
"I said, I want to beat him!"
The squad leader of the third squad laughed angrily and stared at the fat man, "You said in front of me that you wanted to beat up my soldiers?"
"Any questions?"
"How brave!" Meeting the fat man's doubtful gaze, the third class monitor was furious, "No matter which class you are from, I will now replace your squad leader and teach you the meaning of respect and inferiority!"
Seeing the squad leader of class three walking towards him, the fat man took a step back slightly and said, "Madman, beat him up!"
"good!"
"call out!"
The monitor of Class Three only felt a figure appear in front of his eyes, and immediately, a violent wind swept over him.
"Master!"
As soon as this thought came up, the squad leader of the third class felt his body light up, and his whole body was thrown into the air uncontrollably, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"Depend on!"
"The monitor was beaten?"
"Who are they?"
The corner of Tian Feng's mouth twitched, staring at Ye Feng who punched the third class monitor.
"Tian Feng, weren't you very arrogant before?"
The fat man had sharp eyes and quickly found Tian Feng lying on the sand. He grinned and pointed at him, "Madman, beat him hard!"
"And him!"
The fat man turned his finger and pointed at Jia Xu not far away.
Jia Xu was confused and couldn't understand why the fat man wanted to beat him.
"Wang Wei, I have never offended you!"
"Hmph, I've seen many hypocrites like you. Do you think you can escape the fat man's eyes?"
"Damn!" Jia Xu cursed secretly, turned around and ran away. Even the squad leader of the third class was not an enemy of Ye Feng with one punch. What kind of splash could he make?
Tian Feng stared at Ye Feng, who was walking slowly towards him. He did not run away, but stood up slowly and took off his camouflage uniform.
"Baji, Tian Feng!"
"Huh?"
Seeing Tian Feng's serious expression and his hands clasping his fists, Ye Feng couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Tian Feng is actually an ancient warrior?"
"There are still people practicing ancient martial arts these days?"
Facing Tian Feng with a serious expression, Ye Feng's smile faded and he also clasped his fists, "Ye Feng, you have no family or sect!"
"please!"
Tian Feng's right foot slowly slid along the ground.
"boom!"
Suddenly!
Tian Feng moved, like a cunning rabbit, with terrifying speed. His right hand formed a palm, but his five fingers were slightly bent, like an inverted hook.
"boom!"
Without any suspense, Tian Feng, who had just approached Ye Feng, was directly knocked away by a fist.
"Bang!"
His body fell heavily to the ground. Tian Feng's face turned red and he struggled to get up. He looked at Ye Feng with a calm expression and smiled bitterly, "I was blind before!"
"Madman, don't let that hypocrite escape!" The fat man shouted from a short distance away, pointing at Jia Xu who had already fled away.
"Do not worry!"
Ye Feng smiled softly and turned to look at Jia Xu's back.
