People in the military department are simple and direct.
As soon as Fang Ping arrived, there were almost no polite words from the military headquarters. Soon, Fang Ping saw two young men in military uniforms at the martial arts field where the military headquarters was stationed.
Both of them are tall and tall, and their facial expressions are as if they were carved out of the same mold, stern.
"Northern Xinjiang Military Headquarters, Chen Qiufeng!"
"Northern Xinjiang Military Headquarters, Guo Xuan!"
The two young men stood upright, and the military ranks they wore showed that they were both officers at the command level.
It is extremely difficult for a third-grade warrior to become an officer of the same level.
Fang Ping can do it now, but it's because of the matter in Dongkui City. Otherwise, he is so far away now that even the captain can't reach it.
The two introduced themselves and then fell silent.
In addition to these two people, there was also a slightly older officer at the scene, in his thirties, who was also of the same rank.
Seeing that Fang Ping hadn't reacted yet, he chuckled and said: "Both of them are here. You choose one. It doesn't matter who you beat. When they usually fight, the outcome is 50-50."
Fang Ping laughed, so simple?
He glanced at the two people opposite him, both of them had expressionless expressions on their faces.
Seeing Fang Ping look over, the young man who introduced himself as Chen Qiufeng said in a deep voice: "We would rather fight in the cave, but since you want to spar, we will accompany you, but we will not hold back!"
Fang Ping said with a smile: "That's for sure. As for fighting in the cave, to be honest, it's too difficult to meet evenly matched opponents, so challenging is a last resort."
In the catacombs, no one will make a list for you, and you won't have the chance to challenge anyone.
If you want to meet a top-notch expert of the same type, you have to rely on luck. It's very difficult to meet one.
The two people on the other side didn't say anything. It was true. If you wanted to meet a strong person of the same level one-on-one in the cave, the probability of encountering a high-level one was high.
When Fang Ping saw this, he was no longer vague, looked at Chen Qiufeng and said, "I challenge you!"
If you want to fight, naturally fight first.
Since Guo Xuan is ranked second, it means he is still weaker than Chen Qiufeng.
Chen Qiufeng did not hesitate and quickly took off his military jacket, leaving only the military vest underneath.
There are scars everywhere on the body.
Fang Ping could see hideous scars on his bare arms alone.
Chen Qiufeng is also a warrior who uses guns. In military headquarters or military academies, there are more warriors who use guns than swords, because it is easier to form a battle formation and strangle warriors who are stronger than them.
There are two types of warriors who use guns.
A kind of gun with a wooden barrel. This kind of gun has more changes, and the tactics can be diverse.
One is to use a full-body alloy gun, which has less changes in tactics, but is more direct and fierce.
Chen Qiufeng used a full-body alloy gun.
The tip of the gun shows a faint dark red color.
It was a trace of long-term blood staining, and the blood penetrated into the inside and could not be washed away.
…
Walking into the martial arts arena, Chen Qiufeng looked at Fang Ping.
When Fang Ping saw this, he no longer hesitated and walked forward with a long knife in hand.
"Mowu Fangping, please give me some advice!"
"please!"
As soon as Chen Qiufeng said "please", the spears struck out almost simultaneously, stabbing Fang Ping's throat instantly.
Fang Ping moved lightly, and just as he avoided it, the spear fell down, carrying strong blood and evil energy!
Fang Ping's expression was solemn, this was a killing move, the energy and blood burst out extremely powerfully!
"Can you still be as strong as me?"
Fang Ping spread his legs apart, suddenly lowered his waist, launched himself into the air, and slashed down like a mountain with his long sword.
As soon as he jumped up, Chen Qiufeng let out a low roar, turned his spear, and stabbed his blade directly. He stabbed Fang Ping's knife several times in quick succession, causing Fang Ping's knife to deviate from the center.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Qiufeng moved, quickly approached Fang Ping, jumped into the air, bent his knees, and struck Fang Ping's chest sharply and fiercely with both knees.
Fang Ping did not retreat and slapped his knee with his palm.
As soon as he took the photo, Fang Ping felt his palm tremble and feel some pain.
Chen Qiufeng's fighting method was simple, but he was unyielding. His knees hit Fang Ping's chest. It was not enough. The hands holding the gun also bent, and his elbows hit Fang Ping's head fiercely.
Fang Ping gave a low shout, took a few steps back, and quickly slashed down with his long sword.
Chen Qiufeng stabbed again with the spear, his energy and blood exploded with great force, and his speed was extremely fast. He stabbed more than ten spears in a row, and sparks shot out.
When Fang Ping's long sword deflected again, Chen Qiufeng roared, a faint red blood glow appeared on the tip of the gun, and he aimed the gun at Fang Ping's throat.
Fang Ping frowned, shouted low, and increased the speed of the knife by three points, and a red blood light burst out, slashing towards his collarbone.
However, Chen Qiufeng didn't seem to notice, and the spear still stabbed Fang Ping's throat extremely quickly.
Fang Ping's eyes flashed with anger. Did Chen Qiufeng predict that he would not kill him?
Or is this the military's style of play?
Without any time to think, Fang Ping's long sword quickly deflected and slashed towards the gun shaft with great explosive force. The slashing spear tilted instantly and stabbed into the void beside Fang Ping.
Chen Qiufeng did not feel lucky to have survived the disaster, nor did he hesitate at all. Almost at the moment when Fang Ping missed his spear, this guy stepped forward again, hitting Fang Ping with his elbows and knees. Every move was aimed at his vitals, either his vagina or throat. .
For a warrior at the peak of the third level, his throat is naturally one of his key points.
As for the lower yin, although the body is very strong, it is definitely a vital point. Even a man cannot bear being hit.
Fang Ping opened the distance again, but as soon as he opened the distance, the tip of the gun appeared in front of his throat or face. Chen Qiufeng was like a robot from beginning to end, with extremely fast speed and extremely powerful explosions, leaving no time for anyone to breathe. .
Here Fang Ping was still holding back his anger, and Chen Qiufeng changed his style of play again.
When Fang Ping slashed open the spear again, Chen Qiufeng's eyes suddenly turned red, roared angrily, and drew the spear back. Then he paused for a moment to gain momentum, and then the spear erupted with a whine, piercing Fang Ping's head like lightning.
"Military warrior!"
This term came to Fang Ping's mind at this time. The next moment, there was almost no hesitation anymore. The long sword seemed to cut through the void, bursting out with powerful energy and blood. With one strike, there was only a series of almost indistinguishable sounds. Continuous sound.
Boom!
The ground cracked and gravel scattered.
Just as Fang Ping took a breath, Chen Qiufeng flew backwards, but without stopping at all, the spear was thrown out, making a whistling sound, and went straight to Fang Ping's face.
Chen Qiufeng himself was also following behind the thrown spear. Just as Fang Ping wanted to avoid it, he suddenly roared and used his left hand like a sword to quickly chop the flying spear.
Splitting the spear, Fang Ping shouted: "Taste my seven cuts in one!"
"Buzz!"
The air roared, Fang Ping held the knife in one hand in his right hand, the long knife trembled slightly and invisiblely seven times in mid-air, and fell down in the blink of an eye.
Chen Qiufeng's eyes were cold and stern, and he was three minutes faster. He didn't care about the sword falling, but instead put his hands together and wanted to break Fang Ping's neck with one punch.
At this moment, Fang Ping slashed down with his long sword, and Chen Qiufeng's fists went straight to his throat.
Whoever is fast will live, whoever is slow will die!
…
There were not many people watching. Apart from a few soldiers, only Sun Mingyu, who brought Fang Ping, was left.
Both Sun Mingyu and Sun Mingyu had serious expressions on their faces, as did the several onlookers' soldiers.
Chen Qiufeng's strength... seems to be weaker than Fang Ping's.
But Chen Qiufeng's style of play is straightforward and he uses every move to risk his life.
In comparison, Fang Ping was a little less aggressive than him.
But at this moment, until now, the battle is still a matter of one move, who wins and who loses... If no one intervenes, there may be casualties!
Just when the most powerful officer was about to intervene, Fang Ping had just slapped away the spear, and his left hand, which seemed to have been forgotten by everyone, suddenly appeared. His left hand was in the shape of a palm knife, bursting out with strong energy and blood, and struck Chen Qiufeng with a palm. Two fists!
"Kacha!"
With a crisp sound, Fang Ping's left hand slashed Chen Qiufeng's fists together, causing blood to fly everywhere and deflected away from the direction of his throat.
However, the long knife had already been slashed down and reached the top of Chen Qiufeng's head, bringing up countless hairs that had been chopped up by the energy. The top of Chen Qiufeng's head was also bleeding profusely at this moment, and his face was covered with traces of blood.
"You lose!"
Fang Ping gasped but did not move the long knife away.
Chen Qiufeng wiped the blood on his face, but he was not too disappointed. He said calmly: "Your qi and blood are very strong. You hold the knife in your right hand and explode, and your left hand still has the energy to explode again. Can you tell me how high your qi and blood are?" ?”
Not only because of his high energy and blood, Fang Ping is also able to do two things at once, using both hands to perform his ultimate move.
Of course, this is related to the strong mental power. Fang Ping has enough spare power to control it. Chen Qiufeng guessed this and was not too surprised.
"More than 1,400 calories..."
Chen Qiufeng suddenly lost his voice and passed by. He bent down to pick up the spear and said in a low voice: "You are not ruthless enough. If you were ruthless enough, you wouldn't have to fight me until now. If you catch up with me quickly, you can kill me with one strike."
"I just want to learn from each other, I don't want to kill anyone."
"That's why I said there's no point in fighting against human warriors. I prefer fighting against cave warriors. Either he dies or I die."
Fang Ping shrugged and stopped saying that Chen Qiufeng was very strong, but not necessarily much stronger than Ling Yiyi.
All I can say is that he plays very fiercely and is risking his life every time he takes a shot.
Those who are weaker than him, or slightly stronger, are somewhat constrained in a real fight, so it is difficult for them to be his opponents.
Ling Yiyi actually killed a lot of people, but Ling Yiyi didn't just fight for her life, she still had the idea of self-protection. When faced with a life crisis, Ling Yiyi would also defend and block.
Chen Qiufeng, from the moment he took action until now, has almost never blocked.
He and Ling Yiyi met. If they were of equal strength, Ling Yiyi might be killed, while Chen Qiufeng might be seriously injured.
As for Fang Ping, his energy and blood were much stronger than his, and his mental strength was also much stronger, so he won quickly.
Winning or losing actually happens in the blink of an eye.
…
After the fight between the two ended, the older officer chuckled and said: "Fang Ping, would you consider coming to the Northern Xinjiang Military Headquarters to train for a while? Your strength is not weak, but it can be seen that there is still a little less blood..."
Fang Ping laughed. In fact, he killed a lot of people.
But compared to the people in the military department, they are really much less.
"Thank you, but I have to go back to school, so forget it for now."
Fang Ping shook his head. If he really wanted to see blood, there would be many opportunities.
The Demon City Caves are right next to the school. If he wants to fight, he can go directly into the Caves. At this stage, he can kill many people.
"What a pity."
The older officer felt a little regretful that it was more difficult for the military to recruit talented people than to compete in martial arts competitions.
After all, in the eyes of most people, Wuhan University is more popular. After entering Wuhan University, you can choose from a variety of options after graduation. You can go to the military, go to politics, go to the Detective Bureau, go into business... these are all possible.
What about the military?
That is much more restrictive!
Unless they are soldiers, the descendants of warriors rarely choose to enter the military headquarters. The mortality rate in the military headquarters is much higher than that in martial arts, and all first-level warriors have to go to the battlefield.
Wuhan University, after all, has trained you to the third level before you go there.
The military's idea of cultivating strong men is more similar to Wu Kuishan's idea of throwing thousands of first-grade warriors into a cave, and they will become stronger while alive.
No one questioned the actions of the military department. Unlike Wuhan University, the main task of the military department was to guard and fight.
As for Wuhan University doing this, there are quite a few objections.
…
After the fight ended, Sun Mingyu stepped forward and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to win so easily."
"Not easy."
Fang Ping shook his head and said: "If you fight with others for a long time and you are covered with bruises, that's because everyone's purpose is to learn from each other, and their purpose is to kill people. At this time, if you can't kill me, I can kill him.
He didn’t hurt me either. No matter how serious the injury is, there is still a chance for a comeback, so it’s better to kill with one blow.”
"No matter what, you still won. Your energy and blood are so frighteningly strong."
Fang Ping smiled and said: "There has not yet been a qualitative change. The power of qi and blood between 1000 calories and 1400 calories is still the same, slightly stronger. Once there is a qualitative change, that will be the real change."
A few people chatted for a while, but Fang Ping didn't want to disturb them anymore and just wanted to leave.
At this time, Guo Xuan, who had been silent, came over and said, "Fang Ping, please take care of my brother. He admires you very much."
"ah?"
"Guo Sheng."
Fang Ping was stunned!
Is this guy the brother of that little fat man?
Guo Xuan didn't say much, and simply said: "Actually, I don't really want him to become a warrior, but he makes his own choice, and I won't stop him. Magical martial arts is more suitable for him than the military. I am away all year round and can't take care of him. I hope
Can you help me take care of some.
For those of us, the only hope is that our families are safe."
Fang Ping looked at the well-proportioned, cool and handsome young man, then thought about the little fat guy Guo Sheng, and after a long while he said in confusion: "Brother?"
Guo Xuan looked at him for a while, nodded slightly, said no more, and walked away.
Chen Qiufeng on the side also wiped off the blood on his body, put on his coat, and said with a smile: "Help me take care of Chen Yunxi."
Fang Ping collapsed and said, "Your sister?"
"Um."
"Sister?"
"Cousin."
Fang Ping was completely speechless, what should I say?
A marriage recognition meeting?
"Why didn't anyone tell me before?"
Chen Qiufeng looked at him strangely, why should I tell you in advance?
Now let me say this casually, take care of you or not, it depends on your mood, no one will force you. Besides, maybe it is better if you don't take care of you. Who knows when you will take someone out for a wander, and you will be hacked to death.
Fang Ping smiled bitterly, finally looked at the elderly officer who was about to leave, and whispered: "Brother, do you have any relatives you want me to take care of?"
The older officer laughed dumbly and shook his head: "No, just take care of yourself. Becoming a master is more important than anything else."
A grandmaster is an army, an army of warriors!
If an army composed of lower-level third-level warriors, less than 10,000 people, encounters a grandmaster, it can be slaughtered if they really want to.
One more Grandmaster means one more hope of victory.
Fang Ping first breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded and said, "I believe it will be soon."
Everyone in the venue laughed, and no one said anything, and they didn't want to hurt Fang Ping's self-confidence.
If the Grandmaster were so successful, China would not be so fond of Grandmasters.
Even though there are a few hundred people, this is the accumulation of tens to hundreds of years. More than half of the more than 300 grandmasters are over 80 years old, and there are very few who are really young, and there are more in recent years.
Even if Fang Ping, who is less than 20 years old, hopes to become a grandmaster, how many years will it take?
The older officer didn't say anything, and left with the others one after another. No matter whether they won or lost, losing to humans was better than losing in the caves. In the caves, they lost and all they were waiting for was death.
…
On August 8, the third-grade combat power list was updated again.
Mowu Fangping, ranked first!
As soon as the list came out, the outside world knew that Fang Ping would definitely challenge the military warriors, but it was a pity that he didn't see the video.
In fact, if you actually see it, you will probably be disappointed.
The battle ended quickly, there were no fancy tactics, only deadly moves.