74: Chapter 74 A Bunch of Useless Trash

Yang Han sensed the punch, but he didn't even turn his head.

At that moment, two more recruits charged at him from the front.

"Why are there only three people?"

"The rest of you, don't just stand there watching."

Yang Han shook his head slightly.

Swish! Swish! Suddenly, Yang Han struck out with two lightning-fast punches, hitting the two recruits in front right in the face. Their fists immediately went limp, and they cried out in pain.

Yang Han still didn't turn around, but he delivered a sudden backkick!

Bang! The recruit who had tried to sneak attack Yang Han from behind felt as if his abdomen had been struck heavily by a boxing champion; his face contorted in agony.

"Eh?"

"He's got some skill!"

"Humph, let's go at him together. I don't believe he can beat us all."

Many recruits were shocked. Yang Han's performance was incredibly strong, taking down three people in an instant!

Although these recruits weren't Special Forces yet, they were elites selected from various companies. None of them were weak; most were quite strong. Yet, being insta-killed by Yang Han proved just how powerful he was.

Many felt this was an opportunity. Since Yang Han was so arrogant and conceited, they would let him taste the bitter fruit of his actions!

More people began to swarm Yang Han...

The entire Lone Wolf Group A was watching the show.

Old Gao saw Yang Han surrounded and thought to himself, "I wasn't his match back then, but ultimately, there was an element of underestimating the enemy. Still, it proves this kid's Combat ability is very strong. Teaching these recruits a lesson is enough, but—"

"There are over a hundred people here!"

"With over a hundred people attacking at once, who could possibly withstand it?"

Gray Wolf said with a smile, "Wild Wolf, I think this kid is about to get beaten miserably."

"Definitely. With over a hundred people ganging up on him, if you ask me, he shouldn't have been so cocky." Earth Wolf also chuckled.

Old Gao didn't answer. His gaze sharpened as he noticed four people among the hundred who didn't join in.

He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Li Erniu, and Xu Tianlong—these four were standing to the side. Xu Tianlong even actively tried to persuade the others to stop fighting. Old Gao was puzzled; what was going on?

It made sense for He Chenguang and the other two; they were former members of the Iron Fist Regiment's Sharpshooter Fourth Company and were old comrades-in-arms with Yang Han. It was normal for them not to join in. But Xu Tianlong wasn't Yang Han's old comrade; he wasn't from the Iron Fist Regiment and came from a different unit.

Yet he wasn't fighting either?

Is he just a nice guy?

"Ouch!"

"It hurts, it's killing me!"

Suddenly, many cries of pain erupted from the crowd. Three or four figures were kicked out from the center of the fray as if they had been launched, flying far away and rolling several times on the ground.

Some even rolled right in front of Old Gao.

"Instructor, Instructor, this guy... he's simply not human..." The recruit grimaced, fear lingering in his eyes. He would never forget Yang Han's brutality for the rest of his life. Surrounded by over a hundred people, he was like a God of War, terrifyingly powerful.

"What?"

Old Gao's gaze narrowed as even more recruits were kicked out from the center.

One, two, three, then five, six, seven, eight...

Every five or six seconds, another was kicked out. The recruits who were sent flying looked as if they had suffered heavy blows; they clutched their foreheads, legs, or stomachs, rolling on the ground and wailing.

Seeing this, Song Kaifei's gaze turned a bit blank.

What's the situation?

"So many people have been beaten and thrown out? Can't they take him down?" Song Kaifei's pupils dilated slightly.

A few more minutes passed. Dust flew in the air, and over a hundred recruits lay on the ground rolling around. The scene was incredibly ridiculous and funny; not a single person could climb back up!

Clap, clap.

Yang Han clapped his hands and cracked his neck, lamenting, "Just this much effort? Too weak."

He looked at the dumbfounded Song Kaifei, who couldn't utter a word, and asked, "Well? Did you see that? How was it?"

Song Kaifei couldn't speak, stunned beyond measure. Yang Han was practically a God of War, knocking down over a hundred people just the same. Song Kaifei couldn't help but recall a movie he'd seen called Ip Man. He used to think fighting ten people at once was an exaggeration, but now he realized that was nothing—weak as hell!

Yang Han, one man against over a hundred.

And he seemed completely unscathed!

Yang Han looked at the four people standing to the side who hadn't made a move.

He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Li Erniu, and Xu Tianlong.

"What's up? Why didn't you guys join in?"

He Chenguang gave a bitter smile. "Brother Han, stop joking. Fighting you? I don't want to suffer any physical pain."

"Exactly, I'm not crazy." Wang Yanbing added.

Li Erniu said, "Brother Han, you're too amazing. I really hope I can have Combat skills as strong as yours someday."

Yang Han chuckled and gave his old comrades a smile, then looked at Xu Tianlong and asked curiously, "What about you?"

"Uh..." Xu Tianlong scratched his head, also shocked. The reason he hadn't attacked Yang Han was because of his grandfather's instructions to not conflict with Yang Han and to build a good relationship. If he could one day learn the Huitian Point-Pressing Hand from him, it would be a sign of great fortune for the Xu family's ancestors!

However, Xu Tianlong never expected that Yang Han's Combat strength would be even more shocking than his medical skills. This was a total sweep; it was too terrifying.

There was a deep wariness in Xu Tianlong's eyes. Beyond seven paces, a gun is fast; within seven paces, even if one could kill Yang Han with a gun, Yang Han could definitely take the opponent down with him even while dying.

This was a humanoid Combat machine.

"I felt you were quite strong, so I didn't make a move," Xu Tianlong said.

"At least you have some self-awareness."

Yang Han chuckled, then walked past the group of recruits rolling on the ground, his expression becoming increasingly cold.

"A bunch of trash!"

"I told you to practice Combat properly, but you wouldn't listen. You can't even take a single punch or kick from me, and you still want to be Special Forces?"

"Huh? Becoming Special Forces like this is a waste. On the battlefield, you'd just be target practice for the enemy."

"You'd just be a burden to the country; your pension would be a waste!"

"Every single one of you is too weak."

Yang Han's icy words were like thorns, piercing the hearts of the recruits one by one. Many turned red with discomfort, but they had nothing to say in rebuttal.

They truly couldn't even take one punch from Yang Han.

How were they supposed to fight?!

"What are you still lying there for? Get the hell up!"

Yang Han shouted sternly. Many recruits endured the sharp pain and stood up, swaying and trembling.

Each of their faces was flushed with blood. Having been insta-killed by Yang Han, all their pride was gone, and their desire to become stronger was now intense.

"Continue Combat training."

Yang Han said heartlessly.