18: Chapter 18 True combat is the art of killing!

"Next."

Qin Feng's voice was not loud, but it felt like an invisible heavy hammer, slamming fiercely into Wei Kai's heart.

The brains of all the new recruits in the New Recruit Training Camp collectively crashed.

A hundred points?

Ten bullets, all hitting the exact same bullet hole?

Is this a score a human being can possibly achieve?

This is like a scene from a sci-fi movie coming to life!

The silence only lasted for three seconds before it was completely shattered by a deafening roar of discussion!

"Holy shit! Am I seeing things? A hundred points! Ten bullets fired into a single hole—how did he do that?"

"A devil! He's definitely a devil! This marksmanship is even more outrageous than an Ace Sniper from the Special Forces!"

Wei Kai's complexion instantly shifted from flushed red to deathly pale, all color draining away.

He stumbled toward the target, staring fixedly at the bullet hole that had been precisely widened by the bullets, his body trembling uncontrollably.

How could this be?

He was a reserve member of the provincial team!

To practice shooting, he had fired tens of thousands of rounds from childhood to the present to achieve today's results.

He had thought this was already an existence that looked down upon all the other new recruits!

But Qin Feng... this piece of trash, this bootlicker in his eyes, had produced a score with a casual shot that crushed everything he was so proud of into dust!

"Qin Feng!"

Wei Kai's back teeth were almost ground to dust.

These two words sounded as if they were spat out from between his teeth.

The feeling was just like a primary school student showing off that they scored 98 points, only for their deskmate to silently pull out the answer key.

This was a dimension-reduction strike!

"Hey! You there!"

Li Lang, with his motormouth, wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He stood with his hands on his hips, pointed at a new recruit in the crowd whose face had turned green, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey buddy, the one who said they'd eat shit, don't hide! I've got some fresh, hot ones right here."

"Do you want me to drop a big one for you? Everyone's waiting to watch the show!"

"Pfft..."

A roar of uncontrollable laughter erupted from the crowd.

The new recruit who had been clamoring about eating shit turned the color of a pig's liver, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

He stiffened his neck and forcibly argued, "Who... who said he won? This was just the first round! It's best-of-three, the competition isn't over yet!"

"Right! It's not over!"

Wei Kai's followers immediately grabbed onto this lifeline and jumped out to echo him.

"So what if he's good at shooting? Maybe it was just luck, a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse!"

"Exactly! Wei Kai wasn't in good condition today and didn't perform at his full strength, which is the only reason he luckily won one round!"

"That's right! Just a bootlicker who repeated a year, he just got lucky! If he's so capable, let him win the combat round too!"

"Right! Combat is the real skill! Let's see how Brother Shi Lei beats the shit out of him!"

For a moment, all sorts of forced excuses rose and fell, as if as long as they were loud enough, they could erase that hundred-point score from reality.

After all, Wei Kai was an insurmountable mountain in their hearts.

Their worshipped "God of Guns" could not possibly be crushed by a piece of trash.

Zhao Hu was trembling with rage, pointing at that group of people and cursing them out.

"Do you guys have no shame? You call a hundred points luck? Why don't you try getting lucky like that and let me see? A bunch of blind fools!"

Wei Kai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the humiliation in his heart.

He pointed to a burly man beside him who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over, looking like a brown bear, and roared at Qin Feng.

"I'll count the shooting as your luck! Next round, combat!"

"This guy is too arrogant. Shi Lei, teach this kid a lesson."

"Don't go easy on him, let him know why the flowers are so red!"

The burly man named Shi Lei stepped out. He squeezed his fists, which were larger than sandbags, and his knuckles cracked with a "pop-pop" sound.

As a freshman, his physique undoubtedly created a visual sense of oppression.

If one had to use a word to describe it, it would be "Iron Tower."

At this moment, Shi Lei looked Qin Feng up and down with disdain, his eyes looking as if he were staring at a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"Qin Feng, right? Listen up."

Shi Lei's voice was loud and filled with arrogance.

"My name is Shi Lei. My family runs a martial arts gym. I started practicing stance training at five, tempered my bones and muscles at seven, and won the provincial youth Sanda championship at twelve."

"The lightest injury anyone who has sparred with me has ever sustained was lying in the hospital for a week."

He patted his rock-hard chest, continuing to brag triumphantly.

"With this little frame of yours? You look like a bean sprout; I'm really afraid that I might accidentally beat you to death."

"The instructor did say we shouldn't hurt anyone."

"How about you kneel down and apologize now, and I'll pretend like nothing happened just now."

These words instantly ignited the crowd; countless new recruits had long since made Shi Lei their idol.

"Wow! Brother Shi Lei is awesome!"

"So he's from a martial arts family! No wonder he's so fierce!"

"I've heard of him. Last time, a blind new recruit from the neighboring company provoked Shi Lei and had three ribs kicked broken by him!"

"Qin Feng is done for now! Luck won't help him on the combat stage!"

"Hahaha, the more arrogant he was during shooting, the worse he'll be beaten up later!"

"I bet he won't last three moves! This little nobody, in front of Brother Shi Lei, is just a total weakling!"

"I... I... I... I'll say it again, if Qin Feng can win, I'll eat shit right here!"

For a moment, all sorts of mocking voices mixed together, forming a huge wave of sound.

In their view, shooting might have had an element of luck, but combat was a pure collision of strength.

Qin Feng, standing in front of Shi Lei, this "human beast," was simply weak to the point of being unworthy of mention.

The instructors on the observation deck also shook their heads one after another.

"There's no suspense now. I know the strength of that kid Shi Lei; a single punch could kill a cow. With Qin Feng's physique, he'll fall apart after taking one hit."

"Yeah, this kid's shooting talent is heaven-defying, but it's a pity he's too competitive and doesn't know when to quit while he's ahead. He's going to suffer a huge loss now."

Other instructors had even prepared themselves to immediately call a halt the moment they saw Qin Feng in danger.

In their eyes, Qin Feng had already lost.

Amidst the shouting of the crowd, the second round of competition, combat, officially began.

On the combat stage, Shi Lei sneered and assumed a Sanda starting stance, approaching Qin Feng like a fierce tiger that had locked onto its prey.

"Kid, if you kneel and apologize now, it's still not too late."

However, Qin Feng simply used his flexible footwork, walking and retreating, not even assuming a combat stance, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his whole body full of openings.

"What is he doing? Is he scared stupid?"

"Hahaha, he must be terrified! He doesn't even know how to defend!"

Just as everyone was mocking him, Shi Lei moved!

He lunged forward, delivering a powerful straight punch that whistled through the air, aiming straight for Qin Feng's face!

This punch. Fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Everyone held their breath, as if they could already see the miserable scene of Qin Feng's nose bridge breaking and his face blooming with blood.

But at the very moment the fist was about to make contact, Qin Feng moved.

His body only shifted slightly.

With a movement so slight it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, Shi Lei's fist just brushed past his clothes and swung into empty air.

Shi Lei was stunned.

Qin Feng's feet, however, seemed greased, and his body closed in like a ghost.

His right hand darted out like lightning, his index and middle fingers pressed together, and he struck with absolute precision at a pressure point under the armpit of Shi Lei's punching arm.

"Ugh!"

Shi Lei felt his entire right arm instantly go numb, as if countless electric currents had surged through it, and half his body lost all strength.

It wasn't over yet!

Having succeeded with one strike, Qin Feng's movements were fluid and natural, without the slightest pause.

He stepped forward with his left foot, trapping Shi Lei's center of gravity, and whipped his right leg out like a steel whip.

It wasn't a kick, but rather using the inside of his knee to slam fiercely into the back of the knee of Shi Lei's other supporting leg!

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out.

"Ahhh—!"

Shi Lei let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

He could no longer stand steady, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud!

Everything happened too fast; even the instructors didn't have time to call a halt.

The entire field was deathly silent.

Everyone's expressions instantly froze.

Suffocation! Stiffness! Petrification!

What just happened?

In the blink of an eye, Shi Lei had just knelt like that?

Shi Lei himself was also dumbfounded.

He clutched his agonizing knee, his face full of disbelief.

He couldn't figure out why his sure-fire punch had missed.

Why could that light poke and tap from the opponent make half his body paralyzed and his whole body lose strength?

This wasn't scientific! This wasn't martial arts!

"Is that all you've got?"

Qin Feng looked down at him, a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

"Flashy, full of openings. Real combat is about Killing Techniques, not performance."

Fortunately, he hadn't used lethal force, only causing Shi Lei's joint to temporarily dislocate.

If it were back in his peak period in his previous life, dealing with this kind of trash... he wouldn't even need to move his hands; the killing intent released from a single glance would be enough to make the opponent's heart and gallbladder shatter.

Qin Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping across the entire field.

Those new recruits who had just been clamoring, the moment they made contact with his gaze, all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

As for the guy who had been shouting about eating shit, his face was now redder than a pig's liver, his lips trembling, and only one thought was spinning crazily in his mind.

He's won two rounds already, is it really impossible to escape eating shit today?

Zhao Hu, Li Lang, and Liu Wei were so excited they were about to explode on the spot.

They looked at Qin Feng's back, and in their eyes, it was no longer admiration, but fanatical belief!

"Brother Feng! My god! Please accept my worship!"

Liu Wei shouted it out almost at the top of his lungs.

At this moment, in their hearts, Qin Feng had completely ascended to godhood!

And the chain reaction caused by this earth-shattering scene went far beyond this.

Qin Feng, with an almost crushing posture, had defeated the universally acknowledged number one fighter in the New Recruit Training Camp!

This news, as if it had grown wings, instantly spread throughout the entire Military Region.

"Have you heard? A fierce character has appeared in the university student New Recruit Training Camp! He took out Shi Lei, who comes from a martial arts family, in one move!"

"That's not all! I heard he also shot 100 points in shooting! Ten bullets, one bullet hole!"

"Really? Is he that monstrous?"

For a time, new recruits from other training camps, and even some veterans, all came running over, wanting to see this legendary "monster" with their own eyes.

Soon, more and more people gathered at the training ground.

"Are we still competing?"

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Feng spoke again!