Wang Zhifeng was injured, but not seriously. He should be able to stand up and walk normally after a while.
Only then did he realize that Chen Yang's information was absolutely true, without any exaggeration, and even more so, it should be described in more detail to raise Chen Yang's danger level to another level.
The speed, power, and reaction time are terrifying; each of them is world-class.
Wang Zhifeng has fought against so-called boxing champions before; they're just a bunch of idiots with plenty of strength. Given the right terrain, he could take on ten of them without a problem.
But Chen Yang was different. Chen Yang's speed was terrifying, his strength immense, and his explosive power astonishing and precise. That punch was calculated; Wang Zhifeng even had the feeling that his opponent hadn't used his full strength.
"His Xingyi Quan is stronger than mine, much stronger, only slightly weaker than Master Yun's back then."
When Wang Zhifeng saw that Chen Yang's introduction included the title of "Master of Xingyi Quan," he was somewhat skeptical.
The title of Grandmaster is almost impossible for someone under forty, and Chen Yang is not even thirty yet.
Wang Zhifeng recalled that Chen Yang's punch was clearly the Tiger Form of Xingyi Quan. At that moment, he even felt as if there was a fierce tiger in front of him.
"Reassess the opponent's strength. Continue searching in groups of five. Once encountered, prioritize defense and make sure to entangle the opponent," Wang Zhifeng said.
He picked up the gun Chen Yang had dropped and examined it closely. He found that there was no damage to the gun at all. Chen Yang hadn't dropped the gun because it was damaged while blocking the throwing knife; rather, he simply disdained to use force.
What a formidable opponent!
Wang Zhifeng's expression became even more serious, but his eyes remained firm.
"Keep an eye on the trees; the opponent might throw knives. Be careful of their sudden knife attacks," Wang Zhifeng said.
Chen Yang has not yet demonstrated his throwing knife skills, but since there is some information about it in the records, it should be true.
Throwing knife attacks are also a training program of the Chinese Spirit. Everyone can do it, but being able to do it doesn't mean you really understand it. Chen Yang's throwing knife skills should far surpass theirs.
Wang Zhifeng had no time to think about where they were, or whether being sent here by the Huaxia Marriage was a normal mission or a political sacrifice.
All he knew was that his primary task was to seize the target.
Such a person absolutely cannot be allowed to wander outside; he must be kept under control. If the situation becomes critical, killing him would not be a loss.
Every member of the Soul of China is ready to sacrifice themselves at any time, and they have long been prepared. In recent years, they have experienced the sacrifice of their team members.
"Captain, I've found a trace."
One of the members of the "Soul of China" team pointed to a patch of grass and said.
Everyone in the Soul of China had received wilderness training, but only this person noticed it, and the others did not doubt his judgment and immediately followed the trail he discovered.
"Here, and here. The target is someone with extremely rich wilderness survival experience. He even subconsciously mixes up his scent trail, making it very difficult for wild animals to track him."
"This is the first time I've ever met someone like this," said one member of the "Soul of China" team, his expression showing excitement. He was certain that this target's wilderness survival experience surpassed that of any of them, including himself.
The reason he was able to track traces was because he had spent three years learning how to track, not only in the wild, but even inside the city, he could accurately track a person's traces. This was also the reason he was able to join the Special Operations Group of the Soul of China. The Soul of China cannot have obvious weaknesses, but must have obvious strengths.
"A-San, what do you think?" Wang Zhifeng asked someone beside him.
The man next to him, named Asan, wore round-framed glasses and was considered relatively scholarly among all the team members.
"I think the target doesn't take us seriously, which shows he's very powerful, but that's also our advantage."
"Is there a specific plan?"
"Not at the moment, but there is a safer option."
“Tell me about it,” Wang Zhifeng said.
After a brief exchange, Wang Zhifeng nodded and said, "Okay, let's do it that way."
"Captain, do you have an idea?"
"have."
"Give the order?"
The members of the Soul of China team were already used to the team's work assignments.
Wang Zhifeng called over five of them and said, "You five form a group."
The five exchanged a glance, all seeing the surprise in each other's eyes, and then immediately replied in unison, "Yes!"
These five are the five strongest melee fighters in the Soul of China. Each one is not much weaker than Wang Zhifeng, and together they are virtually invincible in pure hand-to-hand combat.
However, the five of them rarely team up; they are usually separated.
The Soul of China has a fixed team composition pattern, which is based on the most reasonable allocation in different situations. The team leader decides which pattern to use, and they can understand it with just a gesture from Wang Zhifeng.
However, there was never a time when all five of them were together.
Combining five of the strongest melee fighters is an extreme scenario. They have never encountered a situation in their combat experience that required such a combination of five melee fighters, so they have no similar experience.
However, they didn't ask any questions. Since it was the captain's order or Asan's idea, they wouldn't question it.
These five people formed a group, and Wang Zhifeng and A San each formed another group of five, continuing to follow in Chen Yang's footsteps.
However, they were stunned when they saw a huge tiger appear in their line of sight.
They weren't afraid, nor had they never encountered wild animals before; it was just that the tiger in front of them was rather special.
It looks similar to a regular tiger, but it is different. Its most distinctive feature is its long, sharp teeth, which look like they can pierce the skin of any prey.
Saber-toothed tiger?
This situation was completely unexpected. They had considered many possibilities, but they never imagined that a saber-toothed tiger would appear in front of them.
What if it pounces on me?
Killing a saber-toothed tiger is a grave sin, for it is an extinct prehistoric animal, its value unimaginable. It's worth more than any human being. But without killing them, there's no guarantee of capturing a prehistoric beast alive.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Wang Zhifeng, who was at a loss for words and looked at A-San.
Ah San was inwardly groaning.
Don't look at me! Why are you looking at me like that? It's like I have a lot of experience. This is a saber-toothed tiger, who has experience with that?
"Captain, why don't we set up a defensive formation first? It might not attack us." Ah San could only say this with a heavy heart.
At least for now, the saber-toothed tiger hasn't attacked them.
Just as they were about to take action, the saber-toothed tiger suddenly roared at a certain spot.
On the other side, a pack of wolves emerged. These wolves were also strange, with stripes covering their backs and pouches on their bellies.
Tasmanian tiger?
Have we traveled through time?
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