Chapter 862

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Handsome Tom's face remained a gentle smile as always, but the smile seemed a little hypocritical.

Hearing what Ugly Tom said, he sneered twice and said: "Block it? Why do you want to block it? Our purpose is to train their fighting skills, and the most important to us among this group of people are Caldera and Tyrone, isn't it? Let them suffer."

Ugly Tom opened his mouth, but didn't say what he said. He just thinks that Tyrone is a bit unusual.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Without speaking out his doubts, he turned his attention to the surveillance video.

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On the other side, Zhang Feng stood in front of the instructor.

Caldera stood behind Zhang Feng and said in a deep voice: "Tyron, help me repair him well." With these words, it was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his defeat under the hands of the instructor.

Zhang Feng did not speak, but just nodded faintly, his eyes locked on the instructor in front of him.

Such an indifferent attitude made the instructor on the opposite side pay attention to Zhang Feng's opponent.

"Let's do it." The instructor said, now he has completely put away his contempt.

While speaking, his arms drooped, his body arched slightly, maintaining a high level of concentration at any time, and his muscles were fully mobilized so that he could react at any time.

Zhang Feng's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. He challenged the instructor in front of him to give Caldera a breath.

But the more important reason is that you want to test yourself.

What he wanted to test was not his own killing skills. The fighting skills of killing people, he is confident that the instructor in front of him is definitely not his opponent, because although he is proficient in judo, it is completely different from killing skills.

If you want to kill, you must first overcome the fear of killing, and you must have the momentum to abandon life and death.

What he wants to test is how much his body's natural ability has improved after a long period of training in this institute.

There was no way to test it before. Now that such a ready-made opponent appears in front of you, how can Zhang Feng let it go.

At this moment, the fighting technique has no meaning to Zhang Feng. What he wants to test is purely the increase in your own strength and speed.

The corner of his mouth curled up with a sneer, "Since you let me do it first, then I'm not welcome!"

As soon as the voice fell, his brows wrinkled slightly, and his body shot out directly.

At this moment, Zhang Feng no longer had any reservations, the muscles of his legs exploded with terrifying power, and the soles of his feet rubbed the ground fiercely, and the whole person burst out like a cannonball out of the chamber.

His speed did not increase slowly, but surged to the highest speed, which shows how terrifying his current explosive power is.

The instructor's heart suddenly tightened, the speed is too fast!

Before he can defend and respond accordingly, he can only retreat and buy himself more space and time to buffer, so as to make a counterattack!

This is completely different from the retreat when he faced Caldera.

When facing Caldera, he retreated actively, trying to avoid his edge. When facing Zhang Feng, his retreat was passive and he had to retreat.

The sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth became stronger, wanting to get rid of himself?

How can this be!

The speed of rushing past did not decrease at all, on the contrary, it was even faster. After catching up with the retreating instructor, his fists smashed directly.

Being able to be brought over by the Super Soldier Research Institute to be an instructor is obviously not a silver-like pewter tip.

Seeing the fist smashed in, he immediately raised his arm to resist, and the other hand was copied to Zhang Feng's waist.

He has his own plan. Since the speed is obviously weaker than that of the opponent, he will not entangle the speed with the opponent, nor will he stand up fighting.

He wanted to pull Zhang Feng to the ground, and the ground trembled when he entered the city.

Judo is proficient in throwing and anti-joint locking techniques. He is even more proficient in these two, and he is confident that as long as he can pull the opponent to the ground, he can take the initiative.

Can Zhang Feng make him do what he wants? It must be impossible, Zhang Feng has already seen through his thoughts!

See through and see through, but there is no backlash at all, the fist that smashed out has no reservations, and it slams on the instructor's arm that resisted.

The fist and the arm slammed together, and the instructor's expression instantly changed!

He felt a terrifying force exploding on his arm, and his body couldn't help but back up two steps.

The hand that was copied to Zhang Feng was naturally withdrawn, and he stepped back three steps, his eyes looked at Zhang Feng in horror.

His arms slumped to the side beside him in an extremely unnatural posture, and they were still shaking.

The instructor clearly felt that his arm bone was at least cracked, and it was extremely painful to lift it up slightly.

"Do you want to admit defeat? I'll give you a chance." Zhang Feng said coldly.

How could the instructor admit defeat? Once he admits defeat, his face will never go away.

Zhang Feng didn't want him to surrender, he just sent him back to Caldera, and just returned to help Caldera find a place.

The corners of the instructor's mouth twitched twice, and his body turned slightly to assume a defensive posture.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Feng shook his head with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth. In the eyes of others, such an expression seemed to be mocking the other person's overweight.

Actually?

Zhang Feng is just a little helpless. He likes to give others the opportunity to choose, but most of the time, the opportunity he gives is not cherished.

That's it.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, you didn't cherish it!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Feng's body burst out and rushed straight to the instructor.

As long as the instructor with an injured arm can parry, there is no power to fight back. Under Zhang Feng's frantic raindrops, like a flat boat in the storm, it may capsize at any time!

Ugly Tom in the surveillance room suddenly sat up from his chair, got up and was about to walk outside the door.

The handsome Tom sitting on the side grabbed his arm and said, "Is it still necessary to stop it? Is it worth saving a dead person?"

The corners of Ugly Tom's mouth twitched twice, and he sat down again angrily without saying anything.

Handsome Tom said with a gentle smile: "He is no longer qualified to be an instructor for this group of people, and has no use value. Rather than let us clean him out, it is better to use him to test Tyrone's combat effectiveness. This What a good opportunity to use waste."