Chapter 43 - Disciple of the Autonomous State of Koreas Number One Martial God (1/2)

Qin Fen had never fought in a group fight before, but he had encountered a one-versus-many situation far too many times in aerial combat these days. His martial senses were tempered to be better than ever before. Even though his body was in a declined state of fatigue, he was an apex expert of the three-star level. Against two recruits of the one-star level….

The two recruits weren’t perfectly coordinated. The one in charge of the frontal attack was a bit faster than he should be. He arrived before Qin Fen with a striding step and he twisted his waist. His palm turned into a blade that cleaved toward Qin Fen’s forehead. The power was fierce and grand. He was actually using the first set of moves from Neo Military Boxing, his palm akin to a saber.

Qin Fen’s arm came slashing outward as the explosive power of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art caused his opponent’s entire arm to numb from its vibration. His opponent’s balance was immediately broken, and Qin Fen’s whipped his foot out like lightning. His military trousers whistled through the air as his leg was akin to a whip that was about to smash into his opponent’s skull.

This was the state martial art that the state of Korea was most proud of—Neo Taekwondo! Qin Fen despised to use the Shaolin Arhat Fist against this sort of opponent. He simply used the Neo Taekwondo that he had saw others use in the Sky Martial Battle Network.

The recruit never expected Qin Fen to be this fast with his weary face. With his balance broken, he was completely unable to defend even if he wanted to. He rushed to lift his arm to protect his skull in a hard clash.

Boom! Snap!

The recruit flew like a kite with its string cut, his arm in a strange shape. He flew through the air and simply fainted when he landed on the ground.

Fighting wasn’t fun and games. Being benevolent to an enemy was tantamount to courting death! Qin Fen had watched countless fights on the Sky Martial Battle Network. He long since tempered his mind to be excellent psychologically. He implemented these things into action these days when he personally fought.

A kick whipped through the air at the opponent, and Qin Fen suddenly realized that he had fought with an opponent without collecting money. He hurriedly added, “You owe me a couple hundred bucks.”

Unfortunately, Qin Fen was unable to have the recruit normally accept the words, for the recruit had already fainted. Qin Fen was destined to never receive the challenge money from this challenger.

Behind Qin Fen in an attempt at a sneak attack, the other recruit saw his comrade go unconscious from the heavy blow. His kegged whipped out as well, showing no mercy at all, to strike Qin Fen in the back of the head.

Qin Fen’s martial senses were extraordinary. Even someone with three-star strength would find it hard to accomplish a sneak attack on him. A one-star recruit was not even a dish of vegetables in his eyes.

With a dash, Qin Fen suddenly twisted his waist and turned his body. The same high whip kick came lashing at the sneak attacker.

A smile quickly curled on the recruit’s face when he saw this. The recruit cultivated in the Iron Mantle, a paleo martial art. Their strikes were the same, a high whip kick, but his body should be stronger. He was bound to break the leg of the recruit from Treasure Island.

Boom! Snap!

The recruit’s smile could only form halfway before it suddenly froze. His straight whipping leg had suddenly turned into an extremely bizarre shape, as intense pain instantly followed his nerves into his brain.

How was this possible? Unless Qin Fen was a three-star who cultivated in the Iron Mantle? The recruit speculated in shock, still unable to comprehend what happened when Qin Fen arrived before him. His blade-like hand simply chopped the recruit in the back of the neck, causing the recruit’s eyes to instantly roll into unconsciousness.

Qin Fen’s mouth twitched helplessly as he looked at the unconscious recruit and said, “I lost out yet again.”

“Stay your hands!”

Du Peng’s resounding voice rang throughout the canteen, causing everyone’s gazes to quickly focus upon him

The recruit from the Autonomous State of Korea who had caused this whole mess by tossing Jin Kui to the ground was now unconscious. He was being raised tightly by the throat by Du Peng’s hands.

In this company of Korean soldiers, this two-star recruit was the strongest. With their main force knocked unconscious, the morale of the recruits from the Autonomous State of Korea suddenly plummeted downward.

Du Peng tossed the recruit like tossing a piece of trash. He swept his eyes over the other recruits from the Autonomous State of Korea, as cold, provocative words burst from his mouth, “Fuck off!”