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Meng Fan's words were shameless to the extreme. No one would beat someone up and even speak with such righteousness. If he didn't do that, then he would be a villain who didn't keep his promise.

At the same time, there were quite a few people who had the same thoughts. The majority of the people were showing serious disdain and contempt towards Meng Fan's words. However, with Instructor Wu as an example, they wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that they could beat Instructor Wu.

In any case, Instructor Wu was still the head instructor of this base. Although he might not be the strongest, but in terms of fighting skills, he was undoubtedly the strongest. However, right now, even he could not last long under Meng Fan's hands.

Moreover, in a group that was separated from the masses, most people believed in strength. Although strength might not help you obtain an unreachable status, it could still earn respect for one person.

As far as Meng Fan's current performance was concerned, although his methods were somewhat unreasonable and seemed to be extremely arrogant, no one could deny that he possessed a strength comparable to his own. It also earned him the respect of the people around him.

"I admit that you are very strong!" At this moment, Instructor Wu seemed to have recovered quite a bit. He propped himself up and half sat on the ground, looking at Meng Fan with an astonished expression.

"However! Although you have defeated me, I am still lacking to be your instructor. I can fulfill my promise and exempt you from today's training, but tomorrow, everything will continue as planned. Don't think that you can beat me without a care in the world! "

But before Meng Fan could say anything, Instructor Wu clenched his teeth as he endured the pain on his body and changed his stance from the ground to the ground. He looked at Meng Fan and spoke with a cold voice.

But he was a soldier, and since Meng Fan was stronger than him, he didn't have much to say. But in terms of training, the mission he had been assigned was to train these people, and even if Meng Fan was better than him as an instructor, it would not change the task assigned to him by his superiors.

"Of course! I never asked you for anything! However, I am still willing to accept your promise! " As Instructor Wu spoke, Meng Fan surprisingly didn't have the slightest trace of anger on his face. Instead, he looked at Wu Zhangkong with a smile and a nonchalant expression, as if he had been forced to accept Wu Zhangkong's offer.

"F * ck!" "He really is shameless!"

Seeing Meng Fan's actions, many people silently cursed in their hearts. Their contempt for Meng Fan grew even stronger.

However, Meng Fan didn't care what anyone else thought of him. He glanced around before walking back to the living quarters in a complacent manner.

Seeing this scene, those people who had just put on their equipment couldn't help but have envious looks on their faces.

"What are you looking at!?" "Hurry up and train. If anyone fails to complete their training mission by nightfall, you will be the one to scram!" After Meng Fan left, a few assistant instructors immediately sent someone forward to help Instructor Wu up. As for the others, they pointed at the other people in the training field and shouted angrily.

Under the scolding of the instructor, no matter how unwilling these people were, they still carried their equipment and ran towards the mountaintop outside of the base. On the way, there were a few soldiers driving a car behind them, supervising them.

In an instant, the crowd dispersed. Even the resting soldiers left in groups of three or five. When they left, almost everyone's attention was on Meng Fan. They were secretly clapping their tongues at the skills he had just displayed.

However, Meng Fan, who had already left, had no way of knowing all of this. Even if he knew, he would only sneer at them and not care about the opinions of these people!

With the support of others, Instructor Wu arrived at the infirmary and after a simple diagnosis, he was finally able to relax. Although he appeared to be severely injured, most of the injuries were only superficial, and even the heaviest ones. With his physique and the care of a doctor, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

Of course, this was the result of Meng Fan holding back. Otherwise, Meng Fan could have killed him. Sometimes, Meng Fan's people would be even more difficult to wound than killing people. He didn't even need a chance to kill people; he could use a lot of extreme methods.

But to injure someone, he even needed to hold back. Otherwise, if that person was too heavily injured, this would truly be a test of their skill. From a certain point of view, it would even cause Instructor Wu to feel slightly grateful towards Meng Fan.

After all, to be able to kill without actually killing was something that Meng Fan was wary of, and had even defeated him just now. However, to him, those were trivial matters, and he remembered that a great man had once said that it wasn't a big deal to kill people, and that Instructor Wu was clearly just that sort of person.

If Meng Fan knew all of this, he might have looked down on him again. At the same time, he might have been secretly glad that he was not a petty person, or else he would have been stronger. However, in the end, he had no choice but to lower his head in front of others.

Currently, Meng Fan was sitting upright on his bed, carefully recalling everything that had just happened.

This was not to say that Meng Fan had nothing to do, but rather that he had gained some insights just now from his battle with Instructor Wu. Although this was not as profound as the martial arts novels described, it also seemed to have opened Meng Fan's door, allowing him to vaguely feel a brand-new battle style.

In the end, Meng Fan was still a soldier. It didn't matter if it was in a mercenary group or an assassination group. Now that he had such a feeling, it made him very excited.

Originally, the reason why Meng Fan's kung fu skills were so good was mostly because he had risen early in the morning to train his physical strength, gone through many battles in the battlefield, and had developed a fighting style over a long period of time.

This was the reason Meng Fan had shown such a serious expression after feeling like this. He had long developed a habit of fighting with assassins, and rarely fought head on against others.

After all, at Meng Fan's current level, he paid more attention to skills and less to strength. This didn't mean that he didn't care about stamina and strength, but rather, he cared more about skills and techniques.

This allowed him to survive through many dangerous situations. However, the battle with Instructor Wu today had given Meng Fan a completely new feeling.

Strictly speaking, Meng Fan couldn't even be considered a soldier. Even Meng Fan hadn't experienced such a formal battle with an army officer like Instructor Wu. This caused him to become very interested in Instructor Wu's fighting style and methods.2

One should not think that mercenaries were just soldiers. They were just a group of informal mercenaries hired by others. The reason why there were soldiers was because most of the mercenaries were once soldiers.

However, this did not mean that they were soldiers. There was not much difference between soldiers and soldiers, but there was still a big difference.

As for Meng Fan, he had never been a soldier. Even though he had been a mercenary for a while, he had never seen himself as a soldier. He had only seen his mercenary group as a training ground.

But now, after experiencing the battle with Instructor Wu, it had caused Meng Fan to ponder deeply. He could feel that if he was able to adapt to the way Instructor Wu fought, then his strength would surely increase by leaps and bounds.

Although Meng Fan was arrogant, he was not a fool. He knew where his weakness was; before, he had been surrounded and attacked by a large number of enemies. Although he had used his combat skills to restrain those enemies, in the end, he was still half killed by the enemy's sea of people tactic.

However, if he grasped the fighting style of Instructor Wu, then combining it with his own fighting skills, this would inevitably greatly increase his strength. Although he wouldn't be able to fight with enemies that far surpassed him for a long time, he believed that if he could grasp all of these, the final result would be much better than the last time.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan, on the other hand, looked forward to this training session. His face was filled with eagerness, like a scholar who had made some great discoveries.

He was clear that all of this was just his speculation. Moreover, he had just come to an agreement with Instructor Wu and had just fought with him. At this point in time, no matter how impatient he was, there was nothing he could do.

If Meng Fan hadn't thought of this earlier, he might not have been so impatient. However, now that he looked at the tiny space in the living quarters, he felt a faint sense of anxiety. He wanted nothing more than to immediately rush out and fight with Instructor Wu and the other instructors.

However, Meng Fan wasn't an idiot. He was very clear about his actions just now and what kind of trouble he would stir up. If he went out to provoke them, who knew if these soldiers would attack him in a fit of anger.

This caused Meng Fan to suppress his urge to leave, no matter how impatient he was. He sat down alone in his living quarters and began to rest.

Time passed by very quickly. When the sky gradually darkened, loud noises came from outside the living room. Meng Fan, who had been holding himself back for two or three hours, finally couldn't help but walk out.

As soon as Meng Fan appeared, he became the focal point of the entire base. Even the patrolling soldiers couldn't help but look at him with a trace of admiration in their eyes.

Obviously, the news of Meng Fan's duel with Instructor Wu had spread throughout the entire base. Meng Fan had become a celebrity, and no matter where he went, he would attract the attention of many people. It was like being inspected by some leader, and no matter where he went, people would pay him attention.

Although Meng Fan was not happy with this, he did not express anything. Ignoring the gazes of those people, he walked over to the training field that was not far away.

The sky had just turned dark, and the glow of the sunset could still be seen in the western sky. Even so, under the illumination of several powerful lights, the entire training ground was lit up as if it was day.

At this moment in the training field, the people who had lined up with Meng Fan to receive Instructor Wu's lecture were all lying on the ground in a mess like dead dogs. Everyone's body seemed to have been drenched in rain.

"Holy sh * t!" What was he doing here? You're not here to make fun of me, are you? "

"So much nonsense!" "If you can beat Instructor Wu, you don't have to train either. What's the use of talking about that stuff, the key is to raise your strength!"

Seeing Meng Fan appear, everyone in the training field couldn't help but whisper to each other. However, in their current state, they were in stark contrast to Meng Fan; one of them was panting heavily like a dead dog while the other one was leisurely walking over. There wasn't even a speck of dirt or sweat on his body.

However, those who had such thoughts were only a small group of people. Most of them acknowledged Meng Fan's strength, and didn't have any ill feelings toward his exemption from training.

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