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

At this point, Yang Zhen was the first to stand up, his face solemn and he said guiltily: "Boss, this is all my fault!"

"It's because I'm not strong enough and was outdone by you, that's why other rookies are disrespecting us!"

Long Feihu shook his head: "It's not your fault."

His face darkened: "It's really that Yang Han is like a beast, who can stand this!"

Lei Kai asked: "Boss, what do we say next?"

Long Feihu took a deep breath and then exhaled, as if he had thought of a strategy: "Their physical training is almost done. Next, let them go to the stadium for combat training."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Lei Kai, arrange this immediately..."

Long Feihu immediately looked at Lei Kai and gave him instructions.

At this time, the rookies did not know that instructors such as Long Feihu had already developed a training plan targeting the rookies.

This plan will put all rookies at a disadvantage!

After more than an hour, all the rookies in the mud had completed a thousand push-ups.

Although the process was difficult, it was completed anyway.

Many people were tired as dogs, with dull eyes, but Yang Han was the only one who looked like nothing had happened and was full of energy.

Who wouldn't call him a beast when seeing him like that?

Of course, I can only curse in my heart.

"Everyone, gather at the venue!"

Just then, Lei Kai came over and asked everyone to go to the venue for fighting training.

The rookies dragged their exhausted bodies to the stadium, unable to stand straight. It was obvious that the training just now had consumed most of their energy.

Inside the stadium, Long Feihu, Yang Zhen and others couldn't help but smile when they saw the rookies were exhausted.

But there seemed something wrong with this smile.

"Look at you, you look like a piece of crap after doing a thousand push-ups. How dare you pass the SWAT assessment like this? Huh?!"

Long Feihu shouted.

Among those present, Yang Han's condition did not change much. Duan Weibing, Shen Hongfei, and He Miao were also fine. However, the others were extremely tired and were all out of breath.

"Everyone, go over to the sandbags and do some boxing training."

Under Long Feihu's command, the rookies came to the sandbags in groups of three.

The other two people in Yang Han's group were Tao Jing and Ling Yun. Tao Jing intended to get close to Yang Han, and Ling Yun was also pulled over because he had a good relationship with Tao Jing.

"Handsome boy, please teach me how to box!" Tao Jing looked at Yang Han with admiration, while Ling Yun looked helpless. This kid is hopeless!

However, Ling Yun also wanted to see Yang Han's ability. She was from a police academy and had taken some fighting courses, but her level was not very strong and she only knew basic self-defense techniques.

Seeing that the two women insisted, Yang Han shrugged and said, "Okay, then I'll show you."

After saying that, he threw a punch directly. There was no fancy element in this punch. It went straight out like a cannonball with a straight range, hitting the sandbag heavily with a dull sound.

This punch was beautiful, but Yang Han felt that it was just a demonstration and there was no need to use his full strength.

"It's that simple. Try to tense all the muscles in your body, then transfer the power to your arms and then swing them out. That's it." Yang Han instructed casually.

Tao Jing nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and swung her pink fist towards the sandbag. Unfortunately, as a woman, her strength was limited, and only a shallow mark was left on the sandbag.

Ling Yun on the side also started training.

Yang Han was bored, and this kind of training was meaningless to him. After integrating Huo Yuanjia, was it necessary to do this kind of fighting training?

At this moment, a faint voice came from the side, "Boy, you fight well, want to try your hand?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at this, and found that Yang Zhen slowly walked towards them and took off his coat. He had a very strong build. Although he was not tall, only 1.7 meters, he had strong muscles like a gorilla. His eyes became fierce, and many rookies looked afraid.

The person Yang Zhen was looking at was Zhao Xiaohei.

Zhao Xiaohei was a simple and honest person. He was very happy when Yang Zhen praised him. However, when he heard about fighting, he was a little at a loss: "Ah? Instructor, I am afraid I can't beat you."

"Why be so modest? Aren't you a veteran? Didn't you learn fighting skills in the army?" Yang Zhen was aggressive and had no intention of letting him go.

After receiving instructions from Long Feihu, Yang Zhen knew that this time he would have to teach these rookies a good lesson in fighting and severely dampen their fighting spirit!

Moreover, it severely dampens everyone's enthusiasm.

Now, let’s start with the honest and simple Zhao Xiaohei.

Everyone couldn't help but stop their boxing training and looked at Yang Zhen and Zhao Xiaohei, who were standing face to face.

"Instructor, then let me take action?" Zhao Xiaohei said.

Yang Zhen had a blank expression on his face. Zhao Xiaohei on the opposite side threw a punch directly, which made some rookies cheer. This punch was very sharp and decisive. He was worthy of being a retired soldier. It was definitely enough to beat ordinary people.

But unfortunately, the person opposite him was Yang Zhen!

As the third place winner of the competition, how could his strength be weak?

Snapped! !

Yang Zhen kicked out with such terrifying force that Zhao Xiaohei's fist was still thirty centimeters away from Yang Zhen, but the opponent's foot had already kicked him hard in the abdomen.

"what!!"

Zhao Xiaohei screamed in pain and fell backwards. Then he curled up like a watermelon worm, covering his abdomen in pain.

This scene surprised many people. Shen Hongfei and He Miao nearby immediately stepped forward to check.

"How's it going?"

"Xiao Hei, are you okay?"

Then, Zhao Xiaohei's lips trembled and he spat out a mouthful of white foam. It was obvious that the kick was very tricky and powerful, causing his stomach to cramp!

"You are so cruel!" Shen Hongfei couldn't stand it anymore.

"Is the instructor so arrogant?!"

"Why did you hit me so hard?!"

Zheng Zhi and He Miao both had anger on their faces.

All the instructors present folded their hands across their chests, showing no emotion at all, as if they condoned Yang Zhen's behavior.

Guard Duan, who was standing in the corner not far away, sighed slightly when he saw this. This is all necessary training!

This is how special forces training is, constant strikes, strikes, and more strikes, completely erasing the trainees' dignity and turning them into emotionless machines!

"You, don't accept it?"

Yang Zhen was at ease. He was not afraid of being glared at by most of the students. He was so skilled that it would be easy for him to deal with a bunch of rookies. The only rookies that made him afraid were Duan Weibing and Shen Hongfei.

"I don't accept it!" Zheng Zhi said angrily.

"I don't accept it either!" said He Miao.

"If you don't accept it, then come over here and fight me!" Yang Zhen stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at He Miao and Zheng Zhi.

Yang Han, who was not far away, saw this scene, frowned slightly, stepped behind the crowd and became alert.