SWAT Force: Starting with the Fusion of War God Zhao Yun

Snapped! !

When Yang Han and Yang Zhen clapped for the first time, Yang Zhen's palm was very powerful, as if he wanted to vent his anger on Yang Han.

Yang Han's sharp words just now made Yang Zhen be laughed at in front of everyone. He lost some face and even embarrassed the instructor.

Long Feihu raised his eyebrows. Yang Zhen seemed to be very angry, but he did not stop him.

After all, they had originally planned to give Yang Han targeted training.

On the opposite side, Yang Han was hit so hard by Yang Zhen that his palms were red! He was not prepared just now. Who knew that Yang Zhen would be so angry? His eyes darkened. This guy has a strong hand. It's interesting.

Then did a push-up.

Then he stood up and started clapping his hands!

This time, Yang Zhen still showed no mercy. The force penetrated his arms and reached his palms, and it was even more powerful than last time.

Yang Han knew that this was Yang Zhen's deliberate revenge. If that was the case, he would certainly not show mercy.

At the same time, also increase your own strength.

With a whoosh sound, it was like a gust of wind blowing up and directly collided with Yang Zhen's hands.

Snapped! ! !

This time the collision was like a palm hitting a steel plate with all its strength. The sound was crisp and traveled far away.

And it was accompanied by a scream of pain.

"Ouch!!"

Yang Zhen grimaced in pain. The guy opposite him was even stronger than him!

At that moment, not only the palm of Yang Zhen's hand turned red, but even his fingers were red, and his entire palm began to tremble.

Because the sound was so loud, many newbies looked up out of curiosity.

If you didn’t know, you would think someone was slapped hard in the face.

Lei Kai, Wu Di and the others were also confused, but they still shouted at the rookies: "Still watching?! Do you want more training?"

This sentence made the rookies lower their heads again.

Lei Kai turned his head to look at the ground in confusion, and saw that Yang Zhen's face was twitching, and he didn't know how much pain he was in.

On the ground, Yang Han looked at Yang Zhen in surprise and said, "Instructor, what's going on?"

"You, you ask me what's going on...you..."

Yang Zhen clenched his teeth and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

He wanted to give Yang Han a warning, but it turned out that his hand was stronger than his, and he slapped him, making his palm numb and trembling!

Seeing this, Long Feihu frowned and said, "Okay!"

"You two, stop playing tricks. Just compete honestly and don't use any other tricks."

When Long Feihu said these words, he was actually defending Yang Zhen.

Because he could see that... in terms of palm strength, Yang Zhen would definitely not be able to match Yang Han's. If the fight continued like this, Yang Zhen's hand would be broken.

Long Feihu was also very puzzled. Yang Han looked at the delicate skin and tender flesh of a pretty boy, so how could he be so strong?

If Yang Han's slap just now had landed on his face, it would have definitely broken out a few teeth.

With Long Feihu's scolding, Yang Han and the other man did not use any tricks in the next clapping push-ups, but just did a normal slight contact of their palms.

To be honest, Yang Zhen was asking for trouble. If he hadn't wanted to show Yang Han how powerful he was, it wouldn't have hurt so much.

Under Long Feihu's gaze, the two of them had unknowingly done 100 clapping push-ups, during which neither Yang Han nor Yang Zhen showed any signs of fatigue.

Long Feihu knew that Yang Han was in very good physical condition, but at this time he could actually do 100 clapping push-ups in a row without feeling tired at all. It seemed that Yang Han was not only strong in his lower limbs, but also in his upper limbs.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly smiled coldly: "Boy, it's too slow to keep doing this. I don't know when it will be finished. Speed ​​up!"

After saying that, Yang Zhen suddenly increased the speed of push-ups and then quickly stretched out his palms.

Yang Han smiled faintly and said nothing, but he had already caught up with the rhythm.

Seeing this, Long Feihu thought to himself, "It looks like this is going to end early! Yang Han, ah Yang Han, the opponent you're facing is the third place winner of the competition, with the highest record of 2129 push-ups. How can you beat such an opponent?"

Long Feihu already felt that Yang Han needed to be checked. Otherwise, he would be too arrogant and affect his future development, so Long Feihu also felt that there was no problem with the competition between Yang Zhen and Yang Han this time.

After speeding up, he did more than two hundred more. However, Yang Han did not show any sign of fatigue at this time. His face remained calm and relaxed, as if this intensity was not enough.

Yang Zhen on the opposite side had already changed color. There were almost four hundred claps in total. Isn’t this kid tired yet?

Moreover, he even sped up his pace, wanting Yang Han to be defeated early, but at this moment, there was no sign of the opponent's decline!

Long Feihu also looked a little solemn, "Yang Han, this kid..."

He already had a bad feeling in his heart. What is the limit of this kid?

At this moment, Yang Han suddenly smiled.

Yang Zhen's expression changed: "What are you laughing at?"

"Instructor, I feel like I'm still too slow. I need to speed up too!"

Yang Han smiled and said, "I hope you can stick to it."

Speed ​​up? Yang Zhen was a little surprised. The current speed was already very fast, and this guy could still speed up. What a joke!

Then, under Long Feihu's gaze, Yang Han indeed sped up, his speed was twice that of Yang Zhen!

This sudden acceleration messed up Yang Zhen's rhythm. He hurriedly tried to keep up with Yang Han's pace, but after a while, Yang Zhen was already sweating profusely!

"Fuck!"

Yang Zhen cursed inwardly, feeling that Yang Han's speed was extremely uncomfortable for him, and it was already very difficult to keep up with him!

Not only that, the sweat on Yang Zhen's forehead was getting more and more, and his breathing was getting heavier.

The standing Long Feihu became more and more frightened the more he looked at it!

"No way... Yang Zhen is the third place winner of the competition!"

“I just got it two years ago!”

"Although his training has been a little bit inferior in the past two years and he is not at his peak. But he is still not someone that a...rookie can compare to, right?"

Long Feihu couldn't help but think so in his heart.

call!call!call!

At this time, Yang Zhen's breathing was getting heavier, but Yang Han didn't show any sign of fatigue, and his speed was still as fast as when he just lay down!

In the end, Yang Zhen could no longer keep up with Yang Han's speed.

Even when Yang Zhen did a push-up, he had to take a breath. His rhythm had been completely disrupted and he could not keep up with the opponent at all.

"Damn..." Yang Zhen was sweating profusely and his lips were cracked.

Although Yang Zhen was still covered in yellow mud, his face was washed clean by sweat, revealing Yang Zhen's gritted teeth expression.

"Instructor, what's going on? Do you want to take a rest first?" Yang Han said with a smile when he saw that Yang Zhen was getting more and more difficult.

This sentence immediately broke down Yang Zhen's defense.