Chapter 263: You Guys Should Just Attack Together (Part 1)

"Zhou Lang, take this!"

"Monster" was infuriated by Zhou Lang's words. He let out a muffled shout and slowly closed in on Zhou Lang. At this moment, he looked just like a wild beast, his eyes radiating a fierce light.

This time, his offensive strategy had changed. He knew his speed couldn't match Zhou Lang's. If he tried to skirmish, he wouldn't have any advantage at all. Therefore, he prepared to engage Zhou Lang in close-quarters combat. Although there was a risk of being knocked away by Zhou Lang, he felt that if he could land just one hit on Zhou Lang, he could end the fight.

Zhou Lang remained standing still.

"Monster" first feinted with a Fist, then launched a flying kick, aiming for Zhou Lang's lower abdomen.

When "Monster"'s foot was less than an inch away, Zhou Lang suddenly moved, using a Qin Na to grip "Monster"'s ankle.

"Monster" wanted to retract his attack, but it was too late, because his ankle was firmly locked by Zhou Lang and he couldn't pull it out at all.

But "Monster" wasn't too panicked.

"Zhou Lang, even if you grab my foot, you can't do anything to me, because my body is extremely tough, and it's very hard for you to cause me any damage."

After struggling a few times and failing to break free, "Monster" actually sneered. The reason he dared to fight Zhou Lang again was because his body had been strengthened by drugs. Although he had been knocked away by Zhou Lang earlier, he hadn't been injured, so he didn't fear Zhou Lang's attacks.

"That's not necessarily true."

Zhou Lang smiled faintly. He circulated his True Qi and slammed a Fist into the sole of "Monster"'s foot.

The massive True Qi surged from the sole of "Monster"'s foot into his body, instantly sealing several of his Meridians and acupoints.

At the same time, "Monster" was knocked away once again.

This time, he wasn't so lucky. After falling to the ground, his body felt like a pile of soft mud; he couldn't stand up at all and had completely lost his combat ability.

Fortunately, this was just a sparring match. If it had been a life-or-death battle, he would certainly have died at Zhou Lang's hands.

Zhou Lang defeated "Monster" completely in two moves. The people of the Combat Team were shocked, while the Dragon Group soldiers were encouraged. Everyone was in shock; except for Old General Qin and Qin Pojun, no one had expected Zhou Lang to be so powerful.

"Mr. Team Leader, is there anyone else who wants to experience the prowess of our Huaxia special forces?"

Zhou Lang walked a few steps closer to the Combat Team and asked their leader, "Tyrant". He deliberately released some of his Aura.

"Tyrant" and the other top foreign soldiers immediately felt a huge pressure rushing towards them, making everyone in the Combat Team feel like they couldn't breathe.

"Where did this kid pop out from? He's so young, yet his strength is so formidable. He can actually exert such great pressure on me. Is the Dragon Group really this strong?"

Even a top-tier special forces soldier like "Tyrant," who had killed countless people, felt a bit afraid in his heart, let alone the others.

Zhou Lang's Aura was aggressive, but no one from the Combat Team dared to speak up and accept the challenge.

"What's the matter? Mr. Team Leader, it seems you can't afford to lose. How about this? All of you attack together, and let me, this rookie from the Dragon Group, learn a thing or two. How about that?"

Zhou Lang said with a smile.

He wasn't showing off; he was demonstrating his strength. This time, he wanted to let these malicious top foreign soldiers know the prowess of the Huaxia people, so they wouldn't dare to offend them easily in the future.

As soon as he said this, everyone was shocked.

Fighting nineteen top foreign special forces soldiers alone—this level of courage was terrifying. Even the people on the Dragon Group's side felt that Zhou Lang was being too reckless. One had to know that even the Dragon Group's "Big Dragon Head" Long Aotian and Chief Instructor Long Aohai would likely find it difficult to deal with two people like "Tyrant."

"Zhou Lang, are you insulting the people of our Combat Team?"

"Tyrant"'s eyes were blazing with fire as he glared at Zhou Lang. The muscles on his Face were twitching, as if he wanted to devour Zhou Lang.

Obviously, this guy was furious and on the verge of losing control. He felt that he had reached the level where he could challenge the Huaxia military god, "Big Dragon Head" Long Aotian, but he hadn't expected that a rookie from the Dragon Group would dare to humiliate him and exert such pressure on him. He began to suspect that the intelligence he had received was inaccurate because he discovered that the Dragon Group's strength was far beyond what he had imagined.

At this moment, he really believed Zhou Lang was a member of the Dragon Group. In reality, with the Dragon Group's "Big Dragon Head" Long Aotian and Chief Instructor Long Aohai absent, it would be very difficult for the Dragon Group to find someone who could defeat him.

"We are all soldiers, and one could say we are peers. This is just a sparring match between peers; what's there to be insulted about? As long as your strength is sufficient, you won't be insulted."

Zhou Lang remained smiling.

"You are truly arrogant. I am 'Tyrant', the leader of the Combat Team. Today, I will let you see what a true soldier king is!"

"Tyrant" finally exploded in rage, strode out, and walked towards Zhou Lang.

"Please make your move!"

Zhou Lang put his hands behind his back and said to "Tyrant" indifferently, completely looking down on "Tyrant."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

"Tyrant" didn't say another word. He propelled his tower-like body and bore down on Zhou Lang. As he got close to Zhou Lang, his hands moved, and his Fists struck towards Zhou Lang's head like raindrops.

Both his speed and power were far superior to "Monster"'s. With every Fist he threw, the air emitted a terrifying sonic boom. Hearing this sound, no one would doubt that even if a steel plate were in front of "Tyrant," it would be smashed to pieces.

Just as the Dragon Group members were breaking into a cold sweat for Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang unhurriedly extended one hand. With that single hand, using a strange, arcing motion, he skillfully blocked every one of "Tyrant"'s attacks.

What he was using was exactly the Thirteen Forms, one of the four ancestral Martial Skills.

Although the Thirteen Forms was a lower-level Martial Skill among his four ancestral ones, it was still incredibly profound. It was absolutely more than enough to deal with someone like "Tyrant." One must know that even if he entered the Golden Core level, or even a higher level, he could still use these four Martial Skills.

"Tyrant, did you not eat breakfast this morning? Why do you have no strength at all?"

Zhou Lang used seemingly very simple moves to easily defend against "Tyrant"'s storm-like attacks, while mocking him.

"Tyrant" became even more furious and kept increasing the intensity of his attacks, wanting to break through Zhou Lang's defense. His movement speed and Fist speed became faster and faster, and Zhou Lang was surrounded by a flurry of his Fist shadows.

"Tyrant"'s movements were so fast they created afterimages; this was indeed the speed of a Martial Arts Grandmaster. The Dragon Group members were quite shocked, because in terms of speed alone, the Dragon Group's "Big Dragon Head" Long Aotian was only about the same.

But no matter how "Tyrant" attacked, Zhou Lang remained unhurried. With just a simple block of his arm, he was as steady as Mount Tai, and "Tyrant" could not break into his defensive circle at all.

The people from the Dragon Group and the Combat Team stared intently at Zhou Lang and "Tyrant" exchanging blows. One attacked like a violent storm, while the other defended as steady as a rock, forming a sharp contrast.

Everyone present was an expert. This kind of subverting duel was a valuable reference for any of them and would be very beneficial for the future improvement of their own martial arts.

Of course, the most shocking thing was Zhou Lang. He only used one hand and had basically not moved his feet, looking like he was taking a leisurely stroll. However, "Tyrant" was attacking with all his might; sweat had already appeared on his body, and his breathing had even become a bit rapid.

Everyone present knew that compared to Zhou Lang, the gap between "Tyrant" and him was simply too large. These two people were completely not on the same level.

"Tyrant, your strength is too weak."

After dozens of moves, Zhou Lang shook his head at "Tyrant" with contempt and said, "If you have any other means, bring them out quickly. Otherwise, I'm going to counterattack. Of course, you can also choose to admit defeat. That way, you won't be defeated in public, and your so-called Face will be preserved."

"Tyrant" was almost so angry he vomited blood, but he had no other option. He had already exerted his full strength, yet he couldn't shake Zhou Lang's defense at all. Such high-intensity attacks required strong physical stamina. Although his body had been strengthened by drugs, he was starting to lose his stamina.

But as a top soldier king, his will was still very strong. He continued his fierce attacks, refusing to admit defeat or retreat.

"It seems you refuse to admit defeat." A mocking expression appeared on Zhou Lang's Face as he said to "Tyrant": "As long as you can withstand three of my moves, you win."

After speaking, he took a step forward. It looked like a leisurely stroll, but his Aura was like an army pressing down on the border. He used a Qin Na from the Thirteen Forms, reaching directly into the flurry of "Tyrant"'s Fist shadows and gripping "Tyrant"'s arm with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, "Tyrant"'s attacking Fist shadows vanished without a trace.

Boom!

After a muffled sound, "Tyrant" was also thrown out by Zhou Lang and smashed onto the ground.

This time, Zhou Lang did the same thing, just like he dealt with "Monster," sealing several of "Tyrant"'s acupoints and Meridians. Although "Tyrant" didn't suffer much injury, his whole body was weak, and he couldn't stand up again.

He said three moves, but in reality, he defeated "Tyrant" in just one.

Seeing Zhou Lang be so formidable, the people of the Combat Team were terrified. One had to know that in these people's eyes, "Tyrant" was an invincible existence, but in front of Zhou Lang, he was vulnerable.

Zhou Lang was still so young and had no fame, yet he possessed such terrifying strength. If it had been the Dragon Group giants like Long Aotian, Chief Instructor Long Aohai, and General Long Aohu who had made a move, wouldn't "Tyrant" have lost even more miserably?

At this moment, they had a new understanding of the Dragon Group and developed a strong sense of fear. Now they were just sparring with people from the Dragon Group and wouldn't be in any life-threatening danger. If they were to clash with the Dragon Clan in the future, they would likely die at the hands of the Dragon Group.

"Is there anyone else who wants to spar with me?"

Zhou Lang looked at the people of the Combat Team once again and smiled slightly: "However, I think it's too troublesome for you to spar with me one by one. You guys should just attack together."

"All of you, attack together! I want to see just how powerful he is!"

"Tyrant," who was lying on the ground unable to get up, roared.