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Lieutenant General Lyle's mouth curled up slightly. He admired the other party's courage to stand up again and attack him.

He had already noticed the opponent's attack just now. The speed of the attack using both hands and feet made it difficult for him not to pay attention.

However, he did not choose to avoid it. He had just hit him with a stick and now he was giving him another blow. This is the way to train new recruits.

With a violent swing of his right hand, Lyle tried to use the force to throw Vashto out.

But the opponent was not thrown away as he expected. Even though the limbs he was holding were thrown away, his mouth was still firmly biting his right hand.

Lieutenant General Lyle, who didn't believe it, tried to shake him off a few more times, but Vashto was like a piece of taffy and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Gan"

A thousand divine beasts were running through Lieutenant General Lyle's mind, but his cleverness backfired and the other party just started to rely on him.

The other party's bite was not very deep at first, but as soon as he shook his left hand, the other party bit hard, as if he was determined to hold on to it and not let go, and the most important thing was that it hurt.

"Eight Force Fist"

Lieutenant General Lyle directly used his famous skills to hit Vashto.

Sensing the danger, Vashto quickly let go and jumped to the ground by stepping on Lieutenant General Lyle's back.

"Your Excellency, if I had used more force from the beginning, your arm would have been broken."

"The Navy should provide prosthetic limbs, right? I wonder if they will reimburse you for the bill."

Vashto was talking big but his eyes were carefully observing Lieutenant General Lyle, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

"Yes, but I can give you my quota. I believe the Naval Science Department will agree to my request. After all, you are so small, so the prosthesis you make will definitely cost less than mine."

Lieutenant General Lyle rubbed the bleeding wound several times, his eyes mixed with excitement and anger.

The next moment, he exerted force on his feet and his body shape began to change, and his speed was twice as fast as the previous sneak attack on Vashto.

This time he delivered a powerful punch from the left.

Vashto's eyes couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed, but the biological instinct to dodge in his body allowed him to move away before the opponent threw a punch.

Although he didn't completely avoid the attack, he had avoided the vital points.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, haven't you eaten yet? Why are your fists so effeminate?"

After Vashto withstood the punch, he attacked Lieutenant General Lyle.

He mobilized all his strength on his claws and cut two wounds on Lieutenant General Lyle before he could react.

"good, very good, excellent"

The anger in Vice Admiral Lyle's eyes overshadowed his admiration. He was no cheap cabbage on the street. It took more than just this ability for him to be rehired as an instructor for naval recruits.

The Eight-Force Fist attacked again, and the wind from the fist brought with it the breeze, making a whistling sound that broke through the air.

"Good fellow. As expected of a vice admiral of the Marine Headquarters."

Vashto was shocked by the opponent's momentum, but he still fearlessly punched him forward.

"Boom"

Their fists collided.

Vashto on the left flew backwards, while Lieutenant General Lyle just took a few steps back.

An expression of satisfaction flashed across Lyle's face. He had just thrown a punch with all his strength, but the opponent had met it hastily. The fact that he was able to push him back a few steps under such circumstances showed that the opponent's recommendation of the Warring States general was not groundless.

Washto got up from the ground, wiped the dirt off his mouth, and rushed towards Lieutenant General Lyle again.

Lyle used the shave again and disappeared on the spot.

The two men moved quickly in the training ground, and the navy recruits watching the fight below looked at the two men in astonishment.

At first they were expecting a fair fight between the two, but the situation ended up with Vashto getting beaten unilaterally.

Every time Lieutenant General Lyle attacked, his moves were lethal. This guy from the South China Sea was really good at it. He avoided the vital points every time, but the results were not very good either.

Almost every punch from the lieutenant general knocked Vashto away, but the latter got up again and again and rushed towards the lieutenant general, even becoming more and more courageous and cutting new cuts on Lieutenant General Lyle.

The new recruits who were originally there to watch the fun gradually changed their attitude.

Someone murmured with concern.

"Why... why did this guy get up again? If he had just laid down and admitted defeat, wouldn't the instructor have let him go? Why is he so stubborn?"

The recruit touched the sword he was wearing and compared it.

"I can't win. If I go up, I won't be able to withstand the first few punches. The lieutenant general is too fast."

A thin recruit said with some fear.

"Is this normal training? Why is there bleeding?"

Lieutenant General Lyle became more and more excited the more he fought. After several exchanges, he could feel that the other party was fighting based on instinctive combat awareness.

At the same time, he has a very good physique, and all his fists are aimed at causing maximum damage. Even if the opponent protects a weak point, the damage from his fists is real.

This is very important. Being able to withstand blows is a necessary condition for roaming this ocean.

"Kid, your speed is a little off, your attack is unsystematic, and your power is just a little weak."

Lieutenant General Lyle flexed his wrists a few times and commented.

Vashto didn't reply. He took a breath and recovered his health before rushing forward.

Who told Heisenberg to prepare a damn internal treatment as his trump card? Not to mention that crappy transformation state, which not only can only increase his strength and speed a little bit, but also consumes too much of his energy.

He rushed forward for three minutes and then broke down. It was so embarrassing that he would rather be knocked unconscious.

Lieutenant General Lyle felt that the atmosphere was brewing enough, so he grabbed Vashto's right claw and threw him out easily.

Then he stomped his feet hard, and the force generated broke the hard ground. He caught up with Washito who was flying backwards, and delivered a fierce Eight-Force Punch to his stomach.

Vashto stretched out his left arm, trying to reach the ground, and at the same time, he used all his strength to twist his whole body to avoid the opponent's heavy punch.

Lieutenant General Lyle's Eight Power Fists smashed into the ground, creating a large hole in the ground.

...

At the entrance of the training ground, Zhan Guo, who was passing by the training ground and preparing to go to the office to handle the official business assigned to him by Marshal Kong, stood quietly behind the naval recruits and observed the battle on the field.

When he saw Washto fighting with Lieutenant General Lyle, his first thought was to stop them, but the recruits were watching, and he couldn't open the door to privilege and discourage the recruits. Doing so would also create difficulties for Lieutenant General Lyle in leading the recruits.

He had no choice but to join the crowd watching the battle, waiting for the battle to end and then "question" Vashto why he didn't have a good rest.

But his iconic Buddha-shaped hair and the cloak of justice cannot be concealed.

"Warring States General..."

The recruits spotted the legendary figure watching the battle.

"General of the Warring States Period? Why is he here?"

When Washto heard the exclamations from the crowd, he tilted his head and looked at the audience. It turned out to be a majestic Warring States general.

Damn it, the runaway was discovered.