Wu Yong found it interesting and stood up and looked around.
He asked: "Do you think I am not a martial arts master?"
Everyone hesitated for a moment, and then shook their heads one after another.
Only Cheng Yi remained silent.
He has fought against Wu Yong and knows Wu Yong's strength.
Even if he is not a martial arts master, he is definitely at the peak of An Jin's strength, because Yu Jianlei respects Wu Yong very much.
Seeing their reactions, Wu Yong was not angry, and said calmly: "Well, it seems that you don't really believe it, so why don't you tell me what you need to do to believe it, and continue training according to my arrangements."
Everyone murmured privately.
The soldier who first questioned suggested: "You can compete with our squadron leader. If you can win, we will believe you."
Their squadron leader Cheng Yi is a god-like existence in their eyes.
Individual soldiers have strong combat capabilities.
It has won awards internationally.
Moreover, after being injured some time ago, he has been training hard, working tirelessly and bravely, and can kill any of them in a single duel.
So the plan they proposed.
Let Wu Yong challenge Cheng Yi in a duel.
Wu Yong was delighted when he heard this.
Duel with Cheng Yi?
Give him the courage of ten leopards, and it seems that even none of them would have the courage!
Wu Yong glanced at Cheng Yi with a smile and said in a playful tone: "Captain Cheng, what's the matter? Get up and let's practice?"
When Cheng Yi heard this proposal, he was already cursing in his heart.
His grandma's.
It seems that he has not offended these subordinates.
How could you come up with such a bad idea!
Letting him challenge Wu Yong in a one-on-one challenge is not asking for abuse!
He still has the shadow of that day in his heart. Let alone a one-on-one fight, he would not have the courage to raise his voice and say a few words to Wu Yong.
"Well...it's better to say goodbye." Cheng Yi replied hesitantly.
When the soldiers of the Wild Wolf Squadron saw this, they were all dumbfounded.
What is going on?
Why is the squadron leader so timid? It's not like his previous temper.
Wu Yong knew this and smiled knowingly.
He said in a deep voice: "Well, you will find it difficult to convince me even if I don't show any tricks. But let's just challenge your captain to a duel. I'm afraid of accidentally breaking his hands and feet. In this case, you go find two steel plates and come over.
I'm here to put on a show for you."
The soldiers didn't know why.
What does it mean to need steel plate?
They couldn't figure it out, but they still followed the instructions and found the steel plate.
Used for repairing tank armor.
A steel plate thick enough to protect against armor-piercing bullets.
There were two pieces in total, and four people carried them to Wu Yong.
They were all looking forward to Wu Yong's performance.
Wu Yong smiled slightly, leaned over and picked up a piece.
His face was expressionless, he held it with both hands, and slowly moved towards the center with force.
The soldiers didn't understand what Wu Yong meant at first.
Only when the steel plate slowly deformed did someone scream.
"Look, the steel plate is deforming!"
Everyone quickly turned their attention over.
Sure enough, I saw that the steel plate was slowly recessed toward the middle.
hiss.
Everyone took a breath of cold air.
That's the steel plate used for tank armor.
It was actually bent with my bare hands.
This must be a lot of power.
But that's not all.
As everyone's eyes widened, Wu Yongyun folded the steel plates together calmly, then changed the direction and continued folding.
This cycle repeats dozens of times.
The steel plate was crushed into a steel ball by him.
Same goes for the other one.
It took three minutes.
Two thick steel plates turned into two big steel balls.
The size is astonishing.
Everyone was stunned and speechless.
This is a steel plate.
What a hard metal.
If it were a human body, it would have been crushed into powder long ago.
hiss.
The sound of gasping for air continued.
Everyone looked at Wu Yong with only admiration and no sign of contempt.
Wu Yong gently kicked the two big steel balls away and looked around: "Are you convinced now?"
The whole audience nodded in unison.
They were all completely convinced by Wu Yong.
Wu Yong said: "Very good, just be convinced. Can you sit down now and continue practicing breathing and exhalation?"
He just finished speaking.
Everyone sat down together.
Practice it conscientiously.
Wu Yong nodded slightly with satisfaction, pointed to them, and mused: "Breathing and breathing is the most important part of Neijiaquan practice. Once you practice breathing and breathing, no matter walking, sitting or standing, you will be able to breathe every moment.
You are improving your skills. This is a basic skill. You must study it with all your strength and master it as soon as possible, so as to make great progress in the shortest time."
It has the effect of establishing prestige just now.
The Wild Wolf Squadron practices with extra effort.
I practiced until dark at one breath, and no one said they were tired or hungry.
Wu Yong looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock.
Then he said: "Let's go eat now and meet up in half an hour."
Swish.
All the staff got up well-trained and lined up to go to the restaurant in an orderly manner.
Came back on time half an hour later.
Wu Yong was very satisfied with discipline.
He said: "Very good, now I will teach you a set of foreign boxing for close combat."
…
Seven days in a row.
Wu Yong spent all his time in the military camp.
During these seven days, he mainly taught the Wild Wolf Squadron some basic internal boxing techniques.
In fact, these people were originally trained in internal martial arts.
But I never got to the core.
The fundamental reason is that the various sects of Chinese martial arts are very closed, and it is impossible to learn the real thing unless you go to become a disciple.
And even after you have learned from a master, you cannot start classes and teach apprentices without authorization.
Otherwise, it would be to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.
Therefore, at the military level, there are very few real boxing skills spread.
Wu Yong passed several days of teaching.
I found that they all have good foundations and are very talented.
What is lacking is only famous teachers and techniques.
After completing training.
He found Major General Li and expressed his views.
Major General Li also agreed: "Yes, Colonel Wu, what you said is correct. We also know that Chinese martial arts is extensive and profound, with many sects and many powerful martial arts. We also want to promote it within the army, but no one
I am willing to do this. I have no real talent.
Those who are knowledgeable teach only tricks. Those who are truly talented and knowledgeable are often unwilling to reveal the core secrets of the sect. And the most important thing is that cultivating a true master requires a huge amount of financial resources, which we can really afford.
If we don’t afford it, we can’t arm the entire army.”
Wu Yong said solemnly: "I am willing to help change this situation."
As he spoke, he took out a pile of information and placed it in Major General Li's hand.
"What is this?" Major General Li asked.
"These are some breathing methods that I have sorted out. After practicing according to the methods, they can subtly change the physique of the soldiers, making them more responsive, while also increasing the amount of training they can endure and the extent of their progress. What follows is a
melee combat
The techniques are not very profound, but they are most suitable for close combat on the battlefield. The most important thing is that they do not need to be combined with any elixirs. As long as you practice diligently and have a certain amount of talent, you can have good results.