Just before they were about to collide, Tang Weiwei flipped over in mid-air and slashed down with her knife.

It struck the back of Enzo's parrying blade...

"Um!"

He snorted angrily and slashed downwards with force.

Under the force, the two knives intertwined, and because they were both made of steel, they sparked directly.

With just this simple touch, both sides gained a certain understanding of each other's playing style.

Enzo tightened his grip slightly, and the knife he was holding in reverse spun around, turning into an upright grip, and he thrust the knife toward his opponent's abdomen.

Tang Weiwei reacted quickly, raising her short dagger to block Enzo's blade tip, and took a slight step back with her left leg to reduce some of the force.

Feeling the power emanating from the dagger, Tang Weiwei immediately unleashed a powerful front kick, forcing Enzo to passively withdraw his blade in defense.

He raised his elbows to his chest, blocking the fierce kick. But he was still kicked back a few steps.

"Um."

He let out a muffled groan, flicked his hand, and then assumed a knife-holding stance once more.

Judging from his expression, the kick must have hurt him a bit.

The seemingly thin Chinese man in front of me appears to be quite skilled with knives.

It was much stronger than he had imagined.

When it comes to wielding knives, Enzo is among the mercenaries of the same rank, and there are probably no more than five who can beat him.

What's more, the person in front of him was shorter and lighter than him.

"Fuck... These damn Chinese are really something, is this Chinese kung fu?"

He was secretly amazed, while Tang Weiwei smiled and had also made a prediction about the old black man's strength.

The other person's height and weight were not much different from Horford's, but their knife skills were on completely different levels.

"Hmph... Is this the difference between a legitimate army and a fake one?"

With a skill level like that, how dare you suggest playing melee combat?

He was also complaining to himself that he had been the one being suppressed when he played against Horford.

It seems that the Marine Corps is more valuable than mercenaries.

After a moment of silence, the two clashed again.

They all use short knives as their main weapon, but Tang Weiwei has been playing with knives since she was a child, so she is much better in terms of technical details and has a very solid foundation.

Although Enzo was capable, he was no match for Tang Weiwei.

In less than 20 seconds of fighting, he was forced to retreat repeatedly and could only block.

On the other side, just as Zhan Pengwu was about to step forward with his spiked club, he saw that Vitniel only had a short knife.

Moreover, the other party showed no intention of drawing his sword; instead, he raised his fist at him.

"You bastard with those eyebrows sticking up, dare to challenge me to a fistfight?"

It wasn't that Vitner was overconfident; he had seen the previous program, where the Chinese man in front of him had defeated the special forces champion Kanester using that cheap, strange stick.

He wasn't skilled with cold weapons, only knew hand-to-hand combat, and had even studied boxing before enlisting. With his own strength, this was probably the only way to kill his opponent.

He stepped forward with his left foot, adopting a boxing stance, and taunted Zhan Pengwu with a hook...

Zhan Pengwu was stunned for a while. He couldn't understand English at first, but when he saw the other person's pose, he suddenly realized what was going on.

Then, he gave a strange and puzzled smile…

This big white man in front of me actually wants to fight me?

Doesn't he know I used to be a mixed martial arts athlete? How can a boxer dare to fight a no-rules MMA fighter?

Zhan Pengwu has participated in approximately 23 tournaments of all sizes, and has won all of them by knockout.

This gave him the confidence to disregard everything. Even if the opponent was heavier and taller, fighting without rules in boxing and mixed martial arts was tantamount to suicide.

Zhan Pengwu unconsciously shook his head...

"Looks like this guy's brain isn't working as well as mine. My friend always calls me brainless..."

Hehe~ He'd never guess there's someone even dumber than me among the mercenaries.

After thinking it over, he smiled and tossed the spiked club aside, then gently flexed his wrists…

He looked at the towering, muscular white man in front of him with disdain, showing utter contempt.

"Since entering this game, you are the first person who dares to challenge me to a fistfight."

Well, using weapons all the time gets boring... um~

He beckoned to Vitneal with a provocative gesture…

Seeing this, Vitner's full beard twitched with anger. Even though he couldn't understand Chinese, he could guess the general meaning from the gesture and the other person's expression.

He knew that the person in front of him was ranked ninth on the leaderboard and was known as the strongest fighter in Ye Feng's team.

But I weigh a full 220 pounds and am 1.97 meters tall. The two of us are not even in the same league in terms of weight, height and wingspan.

You should know that weight class is very important when it comes to hand-to-hand combat.

How dare they look down on me like that? They're simply ignorant of their own limitations.

"Hmph! I know you're a combat athlete, but your attitude is way too arrogant."

Let me see just how much you have to be proud of!

As soon as he finished speaking, Vitner strode forward with his massive body.

My size 50 shoes splashed rainwater with every step I took on the damp grass.

Seeing the massive, menacing creature approaching, Zhan Pengwu didn't hesitate. He kicked back with his left foot, instantly knocking off a piece of turf.

In less than three seconds, the distance between the two was less than two meters.

They simultaneously swung their calloused right fists, and their fists collided head-on.

"Thump!"

The dull, slight sound of joints colliding, accompanied by muffled groans from both men, indicated that they had both used their full strength in that punch.

Vitniel felt as if his hand had struck a rough, uneven sheet of iron; a peculiar pain instantly swept through his entire right arm.

Zhan Pengwu's situation was no better than his, and was even more serious.

At that moment, he felt as if his fist had struck a piece of granite.

Even with thick calluses on his knuckles, the soreness still made his arms tremble slightly.

With just one move, Zhan Pengwu drew his conclusion.

The white giant in front of him was definitely stronger than him in terms of punching power.

In less than a second of stunned silence, the two kicked each other at the same time.

"Well!"

Both legs still hit simultaneously, but due to the height difference, Zhan Pengwu was kicked in the chest.

Fortunately, he managed to block it slightly with his elbow, but the powerful force still knocked him to the ground.

Using the force, he rolled over on the ground before regaining his balance.

It's clear that a size 50 foot is quite powerful, and at this point, the advantage of size becomes apparent.

The saying goes, "Great strength is never a disadvantage," which is why all combat sports events are categorized.

In contrast, Vitneal, kicked in the lower abdomen, only staggered back a few steps.

It definitely hurts, but it's nothing serious.

Zhan Pengwu's face was flushed red from the kick, and his chest was heaving slightly.

But he wasn't angry at all; instead, he showed an extremely excited smile...