Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

"Then you can't blame me, instructor," Qin Yu said with a smile.

"You brat, you're really arrogant."

Hong Jun shook his head helplessly.

This kid doesn't actually think he can be invincible just because he has some talent, does he?

Although his strength is not as good as Lao Zhao's, he is still capable of easily defeating these newbies below the Martial Artist realm.

As he thought this, he slowly walked towards Qin Yu, his terrifying aura gradually gathering, like a savage beast awakening.

Feeling this domineering and terrifying aura, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and couldn't help but shiver.

After all, these instructors had experienced at least a hundred battles and had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The aura they had honed was far beyond what these inexperienced high school students could withstand.

However, Qin Yu was still in a leisurely state, even having the leisure to pick his nose.

(OS: All you do is pick your nose all day, how come you have so many nose bumps?)

dong... dong... dong...

With each step Hong Jun took, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the aura he exuded grew increasingly heavy and terrifying. A bronze-colored phantom of a giant elephant slowly appeared behind him, bringing a great sense of oppression to everyone present.

"Gulu..."

Some people couldn't help but swallow hard.

Is this kind of aura truly something that only a martial artist can unleash?

It's so terrifying!

Hong Jun looked at Qin Yu calmly and chuckled as he offered his advice:

"Kid, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now, or I'm afraid I'll really beat you up badly."

Qin Yu shook his head and walked slowly to Hong Jun with an innocent expression.

Hong Jun was slightly taken aback, but did not make a move. He just looked at him with some confusion:

"What are you doing, kid?"

Qin Yu silently raised his fist, and said with a kind smile:

I want to punch you in the chest with my little fists.

Hong Jun was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer:

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Qin Yu remained unmoved, and simply called out in a coquettish tone:

"Little Iron Fist is here!"

As he spoke, he slowly extended his fist toward Hong Jun's chest.

This punch appeared to lack both speed and power; it was soft and weak.

In short, weak and powerless!

Hong Jun couldn't help but laugh:

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

As he spoke, he prepared to kick the kid away.

This fox is really causing trouble.

Hong Jun shook his head speechlessly, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face instantly twisted.

Snap!

With a crisp crack, his leg bone split open!

Then, he flew up like a little bird, and quite high.

call out--! ! !

Everyone couldn't help but look up at Hong Jun, who had been blasted into the sky, and the same lyric popped into their minds.

I want to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun...

Military base in Jiangnan City, ward.

Zhao Guolong lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above him, remaining silent for a long time, his face filled with despair.

Looking at Zhao Guolong's expression, the young nurse standing nearby couldn't help but ask with some concern:

"Commander Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Guolong sighed, his expression melancholy, and said:

"It's nothing, I just suffered some trauma."

The nurse was slightly taken aback: "We've treated all your injuries. You just need to rest for a day or two."

Zhao Guolong shook his head: "It's not physical, but spiritual."

"Emotionally?" The nurse was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized something and couldn't help but smile as she spoke:

"Oh, you mean the incident where you, as an instructor, were beaten down by students? That is indeed quite embarrassing."

"But it's okay, everyone makes mistakes in life, just think positively."