These team members naturally didn't think highly of Miao Yongyi; they were all smiling and ready to see him make a fool of himself.

Both Miao Yongyi and Ning Zhiheng followed the path of actual military combat, without any unnecessary fancy moves. After a brief standoff, Miao Yongyi suddenly lunged forward, striking with his right fist, pressing down with his left palm to protect his lower body, and stepping forward. This was a standard offensive approach in military combat.

But just as he made his move, Ning Zhiheng suddenly rushed forward with astonishing speed. In an instant, he leaned against Miao Yongyi and grabbed his right arm with one hand. Miao Yongyi was so fast that he couldn't react at all. He only felt his body lighten and was pushed away. His whole body left the ground and fell heavily backward onto the lawn.

"Shh!"

The onlookers all shook their heads. The two exchanged blows, their bodies clashing, and the outcome was decided in the blink of an eye. This was only because Ning Zhiheng did not use any striking force, but instead used a clever technique to send Miao Yongyi flying!

Miao Yongyi moved around on the lawn for a while, and feeling that he was not seriously injured, he turned over and stood up.

He looked at Ning Zhiheng in surprise. This time he finally realized that his old rival was completely different from before. The other party's movements were incredibly fast, and he was thrown to the ground before he could react.

Hearing the boos from his teammates, he said irritably, "This doesn't count. Looks like you underestimated them. You've improved quite a bit!"

Ning Zhiheng smiled without saying a word, but simply extended his right hand and beckoned for him to try again.

Miao Yongyi, of course, couldn't hold back. This time, he concentrated intently and charged forward again.

He took the initiative, striking Ning Zhiheng's head with a right straight punch while simultaneously bending his left elbow to guard against a counterattack. He was determined to subdue Ning Zhiheng by taking him down with a takedown. He was tall and strong, and had won many times in this way.

However, Ning Zhiheng's movements were still too fast for him to accept. Before his fist could land, Ning Zhiheng reached out and grabbed his arm, stepped forward with his left foot, and pushed him hard with his shoulder. Using Miao Yongyi's momentum, he pushed him to the side and back. At the same time, he gently hooked his right foot and tripped Miao Yongyi's ankle. Miao Yongyi immediately lost his balance and slid onto the lawn, lying flat on the ground once again.

"Shh!"

The boos were even louder this time. Just like before, the fight between the two was over in the blink of an eye. Miao Yongyi was thrown to the ground again, and Ning Zhiheng didn't use much force to take him down once more.

This time, Miao Yongyi finally understood what was going on. Ultimately, it was because Ning Zhiheng's movements were too fast. His own thoughts and actions simply couldn't keep up with his pace, so much so that his attack had barely taken a stance before the opponent's counterattack was already complete.

When he stood up again, his original confidence had been completely shattered. Just as Ning Zhiheng said, he had truly become a frog in a well, and his fighting ability was indeed far inferior.

Miao Yongyi was quite frustrated and was hesitating whether to try again when Ning Zhiheng took the initiative, taking several steps to stand in front of him and reaching out to grab his collar.

Miao Yongyi was overjoyed. The previous two times he had been unable to get close to Ning Zhiheng's body, he had been thrown away. This time, Ning Zhiheng took the initiative to approach him, which was exactly what he wanted.

Miao Yongyi quickly clasped his hands together and pressed down on Ning Zhiheng's wrists from above, then forcefully pressed down. He then turned his body to the side, using his right foot as the pivot point, and bent over, intending to throw Ning Zhiheng to the ground.

Unfortunately, after completing a series of preparatory movements, he felt that the wrist he was holding was like a thick steel bar, which he could not bend at all. Ning Zhiheng deliberately slowed down, giving him time to complete the movements, and then tightened his grip on Miao Yongyi's neck. At the same time, he stepped forward with his right foot, his knee pressing against the back of Miao Yongyi's leg, and with a slight force, he swung Miao Yongyi backward. Miao Yongyi was lifted up by the force, his body leaning back and falling out of the ground. He landed heavily on the lawn once again.

"cut!"

The boos were even louder this time. Everyone had expected a thrilling match, but it turned out to be a fight with no suspense whatsoever, and the crowd dispersed in boredom!