It was noon soon, and someone from the kitchen came to inform us that the food was ready and we could start eating at any time.
Upon learning of this situation, Political Commissar Yang immediately stood up and waved his hand.
"Come on, Zhengguo, let's try the food from our army. Maybe it suits your taste."
"Alright! Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle Yang."
After saying that, Sun Zhengguo followed Political Commissar Yang and the two walked towards the canteen.
During the meal, Political Commissar Yang specially invited several cadres to join him for a few drinks.
Of course, we won't drink much alcohol, just a little bit, because the military has its own rules.
In addition, Sun Zhengguo did not recognize any of the other people who were drinking with him, except for Ning Dazhuang.
Among them, the person who impressed him the most was the chief martial arts instructor in the army.
This martial arts instructor is named Ma Zheng, 32 years old, from Cangxian County. He is a disciple of a famous Bajiquan master and has been practicing martial arts since he was 8 years old.
According to him, he has already entered the realm of "Jin" (internal strength), and is even at the late stage of "Ming Jin" (manifest strength), the same level as Sun Zhengguo's grandfather, which shows how high his aptitude is.
When Ma Zheng first saw Sun Zhengguo, he could sense that he was a master and extremely dangerous; if he were to face him, he would definitely be no match.
Don't ask why. This is probably just a martial artist's intuition.
After all, he wasn't some novice like Ning Dazhuang; he was a worldly man with a mentor.
Upon discovering this situation, Ma Zheng remained calm and did not delve into the details or inquire about Sun Zhengguo's lineage.
Instead, he was very polite and tried to get close to Sun Zhengguo, which left the others present somewhat confused.
As everyone knows, Ma Zheng is the top fighter in this unit.
He may not be known for being arrogant or unruly, but he is definitely not an easy person to talk to.
With these questions in mind, everyone waited to see what Ma Zheng was really up to.
But even after the dinner ended, Ma Zheng still hadn't given a clear answer.
So, after finishing their meal, the other cadres all took their leave and left.
Only Political Commissar Yang and Ning Dazhuang remained at the scene, preparing to see Sun Zhengguo off. The other person remaining was none other than our Comrade Ma Zheng.
Seeing this, Political Commissar Yang seemed to understand something and deliberately asked a question.
"What's wrong, Ma Zheng? Didn't you drink enough?"
"No, no, sir, I understand the military regulations. But...?"
Seeing that Ma Zheng was stammering and couldn't give a coherent explanation, Political Commissar Yang became furious and pointed at him, implying something.
"Hey! Is this still our Instructor Ma? He's usually fearless, but today he's acting like a girl, dawdling around. If you have nothing else to say, we're leaving."
"No, no, no, I'll tell you, I'll tell you." Ma Zheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and reveal his purpose.
"Commander, as you know, I have been practicing martial arts for many years, but my progress has been slow in recent years, and I feel like I can't keep up."
When Ma Zheng got to this point, he looked at Sun Zhengguo standing next to him and then mustered up his courage.
"Today, I happened to run into an expert like Director Sun. I'd like to ask him for some pointers, but I don't know...?"
When Ma Zheng said this, he was very careful and polite, and did not use the word "exchange of skills" but asked for guidance.
This is enough to show that he is a sensible person. He was not arrogant, but rather humbled himself and acted as if he were begging for help.
When Political Commissar Yang saw the situation, although it differed from his expectations, it wasn't too significant.
It takes two to tango. Although Ma Zheng had something to ask for, he still needed to see what Sun Zhengguo's attitude was.
So, Political Commissar Yang decided to give them a little push.
"Zhengguo, Instructor Ma wants to have a match with you. What do you think? Of course, you can refuse, after all, winning or losing isn't that important."
Well! Commissar Yang's words completely stunned Ma Zheng.
Is this what I meant? Sir, you can't let me down.
Sun Zhengguo's eyelids twitched as well; this Political Commissar Yang was truly cunning.
If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have actually believed your nonsense.
However, given the current situation, it's not easy to refuse, because refusing would mean admitting defeat, and Sun Zhengguo said he couldn't afford to lose face like that.
Perhaps this is what is known as a calculated, open strategy.
Since it cannot be avoided, then let's fight! Sun Zhengguo nodded and agreed.
Afterwards, the group arrived at an open lawn next to the training ground, preparing for a fight.
At this moment, many soldiers, seeing the excitement, gathered around.
When Ma Zheng saw so many people, he knew that this matter was unlikely to end well.
He now feels a bit regretful. He only wanted to ask for guidance, but how did it turn into a friendly competition?
Since it's unavoidable, let's fight it out fair and square! That way we can see exactly where we're lacking.
"Ma Zheng, a practitioner of Bajiquan, humbly requests guidance from Director Sun," Ma Zheng said, bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.
Upon seeing this, Sun Zhengguo followed suit and returned the gesture with a cupped-hand salute.
"I dare not presume to instruct Sun Zhengguo of Tongbei Quan."
After exchanging greetings, both sides assumed their stances and began to gather their strength.
Ma Zheng practices Bajiquan, which is characterized by its powerful and concise movements. Therefore, his starting stance is very simple: his fists face upwards and are placed at his waist.
This move may seem simple, but it should not be underestimated. The greatest characteristic of Bajiquan is its powerful explosive force. It emphasizes delivering a punch that immediately incapacitates the opponent.
In contrast, Sun Zhengguo didn't have so many formalities; he simply clenched his fists, and that was all. Anyone who saw him could tell that he came from an unorthodox background.
Even the soldiers watching didn't think highly of Sun Zhengguo. They thought, "Where did this hothead come from? I could probably do it myself."
While the soldiers were still fantasizing about how they could take down Sun Zhengguo in a few moves, Ma Zheng had already made his move.
With a single leap, he thrust both fists forward, aiming for Sun Zhengguo's abdomen with the force of two dragons emerging from the sea. Clearly, this move was a test.
When Sun Zhengguo saw his opponent make a move, he didn't even think about dodging. After all, at his level, fist techniques were secondary; strength was the key, which was somewhat like using sheer force to overcome all techniques.
He also pushed his fists forward with a bit of force, aiming them at Ma Zheng's fists. Anyone with eyes could see that they were preparing to clash.
Although most of the time in a fight it's all about dodging and counterattacking, Sun Zhengguo didn't care at all. He clearly had the strength, so why should he hide?
No sooner said than done, their fists collided.
The soldiers on the scene only heard a "bang!" and then they witnessed a scene that shocked everyone.
Ma Zheng stumbled back seven or eight steps before finally stopping.
Sun Zhengguo, however, remained motionless, maintaining his offensive stance.
The difference between the two is immediately apparent.
At this moment, Ma Zheng's heart was churning with turbulent emotions.
You see, others might just be watching the spectacle without knowing the intricacies involved.
But he himself knew that what had just happened was not as simple as taking seven or eight steps back.
Because the opponent's strength was too great, his hands were trembling and his blood was churning.
In other words, he almost vomited blood.
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