226: Chapter 223 Teach me fighting? Are you serious?

Although there were no sniper rifles here, some assault rifles still required two-handed operation, and even then, recoil could easily cause chest and shoulder pain.

Even for veterans, prolonged use carried the risk of chest and shoulder injuries.

"No need. My hands are indeed a bit numb, but I'd rather finish testing everything before resting."

Li Changsheng shook his head and immediately picked up the next firearm. Bang, bang, bang!

Hearing these words, Zhou Guoli opened his mouth but had nothing to say.

What else could he say? Firing with one hand was one thing, but he was also incredibly steady.

He didn't even need to provide explanations; the blonde Young Miss handled that. As for firearm specifications, there was no need.

There really was no need. Since he could accurately judge a firearm's recoil and subtle deviation values to land precise shots, was there any point in explaining the specs?

Therefore, when the two walked out of the shooting club, it was only noon.

After lunch, Li Changsheng felt like heading back, but Zhou Guoli smiled mysteriously again.

"Brother Li, don't rush back just yet. I'll take you to check out another place."

"Where to now?"

Li Changsheng was curious; there were quite a few activities today.

However, the trip to the shooting club had been a blast, and he had gained a general understanding of the common firearms in the US.

Although he only had twenty rounds each time, it was enough for Li Changsheng. Even if it were just ten rounds, he could still grasp the general performance of the firearms by solidifying his memory via the System.

Thus, the morning visit to the shooting club had been quite a good experience for Li Changsheng.

"A nearby fighting club. I'll take you to check it out." Zhou Guoli turned the steering wheel and smiled.

"Hm?" Li Changsheng was stunned, not quite understanding. He thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going to teach me fighting? Are you serious?"

"Ahem, not teach you, just let you understand the military combat techniques here. The owner of a club I've been to is ex-US military, and most of the coaches at the club are also retired servicemen, including various branches of the US military.

Besides their own, this group also knows Israeli combat techniques and other combat arts from around the world that can quickly neutralize enemies."

Zhou Guoli quickly explained; he was genuinely afraid that Li Changsheng would misunderstand and then cripple his other arm.

"Oh?"

Li Changsheng raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit interested.

He might already be very formidable in actual combat, but seeing other different combat techniques wouldn't be bad—it was good to learn from everyone's strengths.

The fighting club wasn't far, just a ten-minute drive away.

It was a storefront located in the central district. The entrance wasn't very bright, but upon entering, one could find that the interior space was large and very lively.

One could see quite a few black and white guys wearing tank tops, and there were also some Asians, though not many.

After looking around, Li Changsheng discovered that in addition to conventional Boxing, Judo, Karate, Aikido, Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Chinese Kickboxing, and other modern fighting styles, they also featured their core program: military combat techniques.

However, there was no sign of Traditional Martial Arts here. Although Chinese Kickboxing could be considered a Chinese style, it was too soft and had been modified, making it more suitable for the ring.

True Traditional Martial Arts were completely absent here.

"This is a private club. Generally, those who can come here are either referred by others, are wealthy, or are retired US military personnel."

Zhou Guoli introduced, completely lacking the self-awareness of having infiltrated the enemy's ranks, and appearing quite at home here.

"Besides learning combat techniques, you can also work out here. There are professional trainers and supporting nutritionists and medical staff; it's said they've even served some top-tier athletes."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and soon an employee walked over and handed him an exquisite business card.

It was gleaming with gold, engraved with a few delicate letters—the name of this club, 'Veterans Club', a very ordinary name.

"Hey, Hank!"

Zhou Guoli waved to the distance, and before long, a burly, middle-aged black man walked over and high-fived Zhou Guoli.

"Buddy, it's been a while since you've been here. How about we get on the mat and spar today?"

The black man named Hank grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling in a rather ferocious manner.

"No, no, no. I'm not in the mood to bully a newbie today. How about this: I brought a rookie who wants to learn some military combat techniques for self-defense."

As he said this, Zhou Guoli pointed at Li Changsheng.

Hearing himself called a rookie by this guy again, Li Changsheng rolled his eyes, but it wasn't wrong—he really hadn't learned much about military combat techniques.

"Whoa, a young man with a great build. But Zhou, are you sure? I'm not one of those Boxing coaches."

Hank pointed at the coaches instructing Boxing on the ring, then pointed at himself and clenched his fists, causing them to crackle.

"You know, my nickname is Mad Dog. Whether it's fighting people or guiding others, it's Hell-level. Of course, the students also gave me a pretty good nickname: Beast!"

Truth be told, given his build, he really suited the title. He was 1.8 meters tall, very stocky, with thick arms and waist, and a short, thick neck—very similar to Tyson's physique.

Especially those large hands, full of calluses with thick knuckles; it felt like he could crush a child's skull with one hand.

"Sigh, Brother Li, what do you think of him? Retired Army Ranger, proficient in their Army MACP combat System, previously served in war zones, and also proficient in Israeli combat techniques.

After retiring, he also learned some Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Muay Thai—a very well-rounded guy."

Zhou Guoli whispered in his ear.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng nodded. Someone this well-rounded would certainly do; he also wanted to understand combat techniques from around the world.

"Alright, I'll talk to him. But go easy on him later; don't beat him to death."

"Mm."

Li Changsheng nodded. He wasn't looking for trouble; since he was here to learn, the focus was on learning and developing. Yes, this was development.

"Hey, Hank, my friend really likes your nickname, so he wants to take it from you. He thinks you only deserve to be called Baby!"

As Zhou Guoli said this, he didn't forget to whistle in mockery.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng's mouth twitched. Although he knew Old Zhou was trying to make him see the guy's real skills, was it really okay to set him up like this? Aren't you friends?

Hank's face turned even darker at this moment; it was already black like pot charcoal, and now it was pitch black, as if burnt.

"He really said that?"

"Of course, he's a great fighter. Later, he plans to beat you until you go running home to your mommy."

"Mm, good! Hahaha, hahaha!"

Hearing this, Hank burst into laughter, but his tiger-like eyes stared fiercely at this young Asian, Li Changsheng.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?"

"Li. You can call me Li."

"Hmph, Li? Do you think you're Bruce Lee? Don't worry, later I'll beat you until you're spitting out your teeth."

Hank sneered, looked around, and clapped his hands lightly.

Clap, clap, clap!

Hearing the sound, the surrounding students and coaches all turned their gazes over.