Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 122 Discussion
Even with the system's help, Chang Ning knew that his skills wouldn't have any impact on the combat instructors.

However, he was currently in a state of excitement because the system had refreshed his fighting experience bar, and Chang Ning wanted to test the effect, even if he got beaten up.

"Come on, I'm ready."

Chang Ning assumed a boxing stance, waiting for the combat instructor.

"Forget it, you go first. If I take the initiative, you won't have a chance against a newbie like you."

The combat instructor was amused by Chang Ning's sudden confidence. He couldn't understand how Chang Ning had become so confident all of a sudden. He didn't seem like someone who was easy to bully.

"Then I won't be polite."

After speaking, Chang Ning lunged forward, quickly closing in on the combat instructor. Thanks to his formidable physical abilities, Chang Ning's explosive speed was incredibly fast.

The two were five or six meters apart, and Chang Ning closed that distance in less than two seconds.

"Chang Ning must have taken the wrong medicine today. He would never have challenged the instructor like this before."

The ostrich gestured for the medic to stop, and he approached the medic and whispered something to him.

"Who knows? I just can't figure out Chang Ning."

It's perfectly reasonable for him to do anything unexpected.

The medic clicked his tongue, staring intently at the instructor unilaterally beating Chang Ning.

Although he comes from a family of ancient martial arts and medicine practitioners, he can learn a lot from the combat instructor today.

"What do you think Chang Ning was thinking? With his skills, he'd just be asking for a beating if he went up there."

The ostrich couldn't understand it; Chang Ning didn't usually seem like an impulsive person.

"I don't know what he's thinking, but he's different from you. He has ambitions."

"That's what the medic said."

“I was talking to Chang Ning, how did you bring up the topic of pursuit?”

The ostrich initially failed to grasp the hidden meaning in the medic's words.

"Hey, you medic, you're subtly insulting me!"

The ostrich laughed and cursed.

Not only did the ostriches and medics stop fighting on the training field, but the other two groups also stopped.

They certainly couldn't miss such an exciting scene as Chang Ning and the instructor fighting; it would be great material for them to use to humiliate Chang Ning later.

"Hey guys, how many rounds do you think Chang Ning can last?"

Qiangzi leaned against Xiaozhuang, watching Chang Ning being brutally beaten by the instructor.

He had often been teased by Chang Ning in the past, and Qiangzi was secretly pleased to see Chang Ning get the short end of the stick. He wished he could immediately take the place of the instructor and spar with Chang Ning himself.

Everyone in Group B knows that Chang Ning's fighting skills are terrible, but unfortunately, he's usually very shrewd and would never practice fighting with him.

"You all know Chang Ning's physical abilities. Although he can't beat the instructor, it's hard to say how long he can last."

Geng Jihui stared intently at Chang Ning, who was teetering on the brink of collapse under the instructor's attack, and analyzed the situation.

Every time they thought Chang Ning was about to give up, she would always persevere. They couldn't understand where she got such a strong will.

We were all born in the new China and grew up under the red flag. Our growth environments were similar, so theoretically our willpower should be quite similar.

Group B watched the show leisurely, occasionally offering their opinions on Chang Ning's fighting moves. Even Xiao Zhuang and Lao Pao showed no pity whatsoever for Chang Ning's miserable state.

Changning's fighting style is truly rubbish. If they don't train them rigorously soon, what will become of them?

If battlefield conditions are harsh and close combat is required, does that mean someone like Chang Ning should just surrender?

With the system's help, Chang Ning was very clear about his weaknesses, which is why he didn't dare waste the opportunity and wanted to take the chance to gain as much fighting experience as possible. Based on his previous experiences, Chang Ning discovered that his experience would increase faster by sparring with people stronger than him.

"Good reaction time and learning ability, but that's not enough!"

The instructor gripped Chang Ning's fist with one hand; his calm expression concealed his astonishment at Chang Ning's learning ability.

Chang Ning wasn't exaggerating; he really did recreate the movements he had explained before.

Given such talent, Chang Ning's fighting skills shouldn't be this bad.

The instructor was filled with questions; he really couldn't understand what was going on with Chang Ning.

"It's not enough, but I believe the gap between us will gradually narrow."

Chang Ning said.

Unfortunately, the instructor wouldn't let Chang Ning show off. He quickly turned his back to Chang Ning, grabbed Chang Ning's fist, and used his strength to throw Chang Ning back into the mud with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Chang Ning got up and continued rushing towards the instructor, not stopping until the instructor called a pause.

His injuries looked quite terrible, but they were all superficial wounds. Moreover, given Chang Ning's physical condition, these injuries were nothing to him; they just looked gruesome.

This time, the most common move is similar to the Eighth-Level Iron Mountain Lean, which involves diving straight into the instructor's arms.

Once you successfully snuggle into the instructor's arms, many of your moves become inconvenient to use.

The gap between the two will further decrease.

Unfortunately, Chang Ning was a novice, and his purpose had long been seen through by the instructor.

The instructor twisted his waist, turned around, and delivered a powerful whip kick, striking Chang Ning's chest like a whip.

"Danger!"

Chang Ning's experience and fighting skills are inferior to the instructor's; his only asset now is his physical fitness.

Seeing the instructor's whip kick coming towards him, Chang Ning abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He kicked two marks into the damp ground, and the instructor's whip kick grazed his chest, leaving a yellowish-brown mud stain on Chang Ning's training uniform.

The instructor looked surprised; he hadn't expected Chang Ning to be able to stop herself as she rapidly approached him.

He had never seen such a powerful physique before.

By now, the two were very close. Chang Ning seized the moment when the instructor was distracted and threw a hook punch at the instructor's face.

If that hit me hard, my face would definitely swell up.

An instructor is still an instructor, and not someone that a rookie like Chang Ning can easily defeat.

Faced with Chang Ning's swinging punch, he subconsciously raised his arm to block.

Chang Ning's fist was blocked, but the instructor was also not unscathed. The force of the fist was transmitted to the instructor's arm, making it numb and painful.

Chang Ning just hit his nerve.

'Chang Ning's fighting ability is only slightly better than the average person, but his strength is extraordinary.'

The instructor pondered to himself that Chang Ning was currently in an incredibly powerful state, as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. It would take him a lot of effort to defeat Chang Ning.

"Okay, stop."

The instructor stopped his sparring with Chang Ning. He had figured out Chang Ning's strength, so there was no point in continuing the fight. It might just make Chang Ning look foolish, so why bother?

This is just a friendly sparring match; there's no need to determine a winner or loser.

(End of this chapter)