Traveling through the Republic of China to become a special agent, the system is very easy for me

Yuan Ye got up and went to the yard, took a look. He didn't recognize what kind of boxing style Zhang Yong was using, but it was a strong and fierce style, with simple and ancient moves and emphasis on strength.

When Zhang Yong saw the captain coming, he stopped and walked over and said:

"Captain, you're up so early."

"You're up so early, I wanted to sleep in, but you woke me up."

Yuan Ye laughed.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Captain."

Zhang Yong, I'm sorry.

"It was just a joke. Why are you apologizing? I woke up a long time ago. What kind of boxing style is this? This is the first time I've seen it."

"This is the boxing style passed down in my family. It is said to be derived from the Shaolin Temple's Vajra Fist."

"No wonder every move is so fierce and powerful."

"Captain, it looks like you know a little bit about boxing."

Yuan Ye has never learned traditional martial arts. What he is proficient in now is practical close combat. It's not that he looks down on traditional martial arts, but in his previous life, he saw those self-proclaimed masters of traditional martial arts, from various schools or factions. They usually had fancy moves and boasted about how awesome they were. After boasting so much, they even believed it themselves.

As soon as he entered the ring, he started to use all kinds of punches. He was beaten black and blue by the amateur boxer and fell to the ground. He said that he would stop when he reached the limit. How could this be possible? Young people nowadays really have no martial ethics.

Yuan Ye knew that the practicality of traditional martial arts had degenerated in the previous life, and it had become a kind of fancy moves for fitness and performance. Of course, there might be real martial arts masters, but if they don't show their true colors, you have no way of knowing.

"I don't know how to box, but I know how to fight."

What Yuan Ye called fighting was combat, but it was not called that at that time.

At this time, the team members also came to the yard, and Zheng Chao took the lead in making a fuss:

"Zhang Yong, do you dare to compete with the captain?"

The team members also joined in the booing.

"Let's compete. I also want to see how the captain fights."

Zhang Yong thought that he had practiced martial arts since childhood, and that he was strong and muscular. The captain was a college graduate and looked like a weak scholar, so he believed that he could definitely beat the captain. He thought that he should be gentler in the future, otherwise it would be bad if he hurt the captain.

Yuan Ye nodded and said with a smile:

"Okay, let's spar, best of three, and that's it."

Before the two started, Li Hui on the side shouted:

"It's time to place the bets. It's time to place the bets. If the captain wins, place the bet on the left. If Zhang Yong wins, place the bet on the right."

The team members didn't think much about it and placed their bets on the right side. Is there any need to think about it? One of them has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and is strong and powerful. The team members have also competed with Zhang Yong privately, and no one can beat Zhang Yong.

The other one grew up in school, a weak scholar, and I have been with him for more than half a month, but I have never seen him take action. Although he is the captain, he can't go against money, right?

Only one person placed his bet on the left. Everyone saw that it was Zheng Chao. Someone advised him to reconsider. Zheng Chao shook his head and said:

"I won't change it. I have a hunch that the captain will win."

Yuan Ye did not interfere with such small bets. A bet of one or two dollars was harmless. He watched everyone place their bets and joked:

"I will make those who don't bet on me to win regret it later. Zheng Chao, you still have good vision. You won't regret it."

After Yuan Ye finished speaking, he and Zhang Yong walked to the middle of the yard. Yuan Ye stretched his muscles and waved his hand.

"let's start!"

Zhang Yong was determined to give Yuan Ye a warning in the first round, so he threw a punch at Yuan Ye's face with a whirring sound. Yuan Ye tilted his head and quickly rushed into Zhang Yong's arms. He threw Zhang Yong to the ground with a back throw. The whole process was done in one go and as fast as lightning. Zhang Yong had no time to react at all and fell to the ground with his four legs facing the sky.

The team members were also stunned and let out a cry of surprise.

Zhang Yong got up with a red face and said unconvincedly:

"Captain, start over. I was careless just now."

"Okay, do it again."

Yuan Ye smiled.

In the second round, Zhang Yong learned his lesson and didn't punch easily. He repeatedly tried to find a flaw. Yuan Ye became impatient and decided to take the initiative to attack. He threw a jab at Zhang Yong's chest. Zhang Yong swung his fist to block. Yuan Ye quickly stepped forward and leaned sideways with great force, knocking Zhang Yong three meters away.

The team members exclaimed again.

Zhang Yong got up, brushed off the dust on his body, and said with a chuckle:

"Captain, let's not compete anymore. You are too fast, steady, accurate, and powerful. I can't beat you. I give in."

In fact, in order to protect Zhang Yong, Yuan Ye used all kinds of wrestling techniques that would not hurt anyone, and never used any brutal moves that would either kill or injure him.

Yuan Ye also saw that Zhang Yong had a good foundation and was more than capable of dealing with a few people who were not very skilled in martial arts.

"Who else wants to compete?"

Yuan Ye glanced at the team members and smiled.

The team members looked at each other, all of them were shocked and didn't dare to move forward. They thought, Zhang Yong, who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, can't beat you, so it will be useless for us to move forward. They all admired the captain in their hearts.

Zheng Chao said excitedly:

"See how right I was to bet on the captain to win. All the money is mine."

The team members looked at him and threw all the money at him in frustration, feeling both envious and regretful.

Yuan Ye smiled when he saw everyone’s expressions.

"See, this is what happens if you don't bet on me."

"Captain, can you teach me how to fight?"

Zhang Yong blushed and mustered up the courage to speak.

"Okay, you have a good foundation and strong strength, so you will learn quickly. After you learn, you can guide other team members."

Yuan Ye then began to teach Zhang Yong step by step. Zhang Yong studied very seriously. He had a strong comprehension and understood things quickly. He made rapid progress. After all, he had been practicing martial arts since he was young, so he had a solid foundation. It just took time for him to become proficient. The other team members also excitedly followed suit.

Yuan Ye looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock. He had been teaching for three hours. It was almost time. He would teach more when he had time. He had something else to do today. He planned to go find Li Ruyi today and get to know her better.

He changed his clothes, strolled out, had breakfast at a roadside stall, and walked towards Ruyi Tavern. A newsboy was holding a stack of newspapers in his arms, shouting as he walked:

"Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers!

Big news! Big news!

Shancheng agents won a great victory! An ambush was set in the French Concession, killing 16 Japanese agents! "

Yuan Ye stopped when he heard the voice, and the newsboy came closer.

"Sir, give me one!"

"Okay, give me one."

Yuan Ye bought a newspaper, the Da Mei Daily published by the Da Mei Daily News Agency in the French Concession. The front page was about the news that the Shancheng agents had killed sixteen Japanese agents. It was written very vividly, and the process was described vividly, with twists and turns and thrills, as if the reporter had experienced it personally. However, the writing style was good and full of romanticism.

Yuan Ye smiled and thought that the real process was actually ordinary and unremarkable, but it was real that the bloody scene was real.