novelraw Chapter 480: One vs Nine
Chapter 480: One vs Nine
"Damn!"
"He’s really ****** not human!"
"Is this even human!"
...
The entire nine-man squad of recon soldiers couldn’t help but curse out loud, overwhelmed by Lin Feng’s inhuman prowess. They simply didn’t know how to express the shock they felt inside. The scene before them was something no soldier would ever believe, yet it was happening right in front of their eyes. Lin Feng really was a freak, how could he defy nature to such an extent? It was utterly unbelievable!
Watching Lin Feng standing beside the regimental commander, everyone was thoroughly subdued by Lin Feng’s unimaginable marksmanship. Just what kind of monster was he to end up in the army? Could the commander have intentionally brought him here to stimulate everyone? The more they thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, yet they were still conflicted about why Lin Feng would be such a freak...
"For the next event, how do we compete in close combat?" Hearing his brother-in-arms suggest this, Lin Feng understood that he wanted him to go all out. So, he walked over to Xia Yong again and asked.
"Two hundred meters to the right is our combat training field. Let’s head there," replied Xia Yong upon hearing Lin Feng’s question. His heart skipped a beat, but having already boasted about competing in three events, he hadn’t anticipated that just after the shooting competition, the morale of the recon team would already be crushed. Next was hand-to-hand combat, and by now, Xia Yong had no hopes of winning. By such a small glimpse, one could tell—if nothing out of the ordinary happened—Lin Feng was definitely a master at fighting.
But since Lin Feng had already spoken, Xia Yong couldn’t refuse the challenge, even if it meant losing with dignity. With this in mind, he steeled himself to point Lin Feng in the direction of the combat training field, then turned to regroup, leading the nine men of the recon squad directly towards the combat training area.
"Big bro, let’s walk over there," said Lin Feng, watching the recon squad run ahead. He turned to his brother-in-arms, Shang Yi, signaling him as they spoke before continuing the competition.
"Junior brother, I now wonder how our master managed to train you into such a freak. It makes me feel utterly ashamed," Shang Yi said with no expectation left for the upcoming close combat face-off. If the shooting was already so heaven-defying, then there was no need to mention Lin Feng’s fighting skills. Even if all nine members of the recon squad teamed up, they wouldn’t stand a chance against his junior brother. Now he was just left wondering how their master had managed to train Lin Feng into such an abnormal being.
"If you could survive a situation of nine deaths and one life for four years, you’d be the same," Lin Feng said indifferently, striding towards the physical training field. Shang Yi’s words had reminded Lin Feng of his past life. From the beginning, he had endured through desperate risks to get to where he was today. When he thought back on life on the island, even Hell seemed more blissful. With a sigh, he shook his head and stopped thinking about the island’s past.
"This..." Shang Yi watched Lin Feng’s retreating figure and finally realized where the gap lay. Reflecting on it, he understood that no one could succeed effortlessly. If he had been like his junior fellow, perhaps today he would be in a different state too. But that was just wishful thinking, as he still had many other things to manage and couldn’t possibly do as his junior fellow had suggested...
Sighing softly, Shang Yi followed Lin Feng’s steps towards the combat training field, though his mind began to ponder other matters.
Zhang Wenhua, seeing Shang Yi and that superhumanly freakish Lin Feng head towards the training field, quickly followed behind. As he passed by the target reporting machine, his curiosity led him to glance at it. He had been wondering what had caused the tough guys from Sharp Edge Team One to burst out with expletives. They hadn’t done so when Lin Feng was shooting at static targets, so what was this all about?
Curiosity killed the cat. When Zhang Wenhua saw the target images on the machine, he was utterly stunned and couldn’t help but curse Lin Feng in his mind. He thought Lin Feng was just too damn abnormal. Was he even human? Eventually, Zhang Wenhua couldn’t resist taking out his phone to snap a photo of the target images as a keepsake. Such an opportunity didn’t come by easily; stumbling upon it even once in a lifetime was incredibly lucky!
After capturing this moment, Zhang Wenhua quickly jogged a few steps to catch up with Shang Yi and Lin Feng, who weren’t far ahead. Now, when he looked at Lin Feng, his face was full of admiration, and he couldn’t help but think what a waste it would be for such a formidable person not to be in the military.
Lin Feng arrived at the combat training field, which seemed to have quite comprehensive facilities: sandy ground, hard earth, various equipment, some oil drums, rolling logs, stone locks, and so on. A few steles were erected on the ground nearby, though it was unclear what purpose they served.
Lin Feng stepped onto the sandy ground, pleased with its quality. He could feel that the sand was very fine, and the area was a large twenty-meter by twenty-meter patch of sand. He naturally walked to the center of the area and clasped his hands behind his back.
"All nine of you, come at me together. I won’t use my hands," Lin Feng said to the nine Sharp Edge Team One members across from him in a line, knowing they were ready. He suggested they all attack at once; to him, fighting them one by one would be a waste of time.
"Alright! Everyone, attack together, cover each other, and be careful!" Captain Xia Yong, upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, didn’t for a second think Lin Feng was joking. The shooting range had already provided a lesson; Lin Feng wouldn’t have said this without being fully confident. Since that was the case, there was no need for pleasantries. If he said all nine should attack, then all nine would!
Military sparring wasn’t like sparring outside; they weren’t martial artists, they were soldiers. Soldiers value teamwork in battle. Since Lin Feng put it that way, Xia Yong didn’t stand on ceremony, especially since he had long realized Lin Feng was no ordinary person. As the Master’s junior fellow, Lin Feng inviting all nine men to attack meant he was confident he could defeat the Sharp Edge Team One alone. In that case, they absolutely had to attack together. Defeating the target was the true honor for a soldier.
Xia Yong now looked at Lin Feng who stood with hands clasped behind his back, finding it hard to imagine that Lin Feng could defeat the entire Sharp Edge Team One using just his legs. Any member of Sharp Edge Team One was among the elites of the special forces, and their combat skills were beyond what ordinary people could comprehend. Facing nine men was an extraordinary challenge. The saying "Two fists are no match for four hands" held true, and Xia Yong couldn’t believe Lin Feng could truly defeat nine brothers united against him.
"Charge!" Xia Yong, seeing all nine men positioned in nine different directions and fully prepared, shouted loudly, signaling for them to rush together at Lin Feng and take him down.
Upon hearing Captain Xia Yong’s order, all nine men charged at Lin Feng like nine swift swords, quick as lightning, focusing all their power in their fists. Instantly, fists moving with their momentum, generating whooshing winds, they struck from nine directions aiming to knock Lin Feng down to the ground and get even for the shooting competition.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
But reality was not as they had imagined. Just as the nine men’s fists were about to hit Lin Feng, Lin Feng moved. In an instant, he disappeared from his original position!
Where is he?
Where is the man?
How could he suddenly be gone?
...
All nine men couldn’t believe their eyes. Lin Feng had just been standing there; how could he suddenly disappear? What...what was going on, how could the man suddenly be gone...
But what happened next would be etched in their memories for a lifetime!
Just as the nine men couldn’t control their bodies and rushed together, Lin Feng suddenly circled around them like a ghostly apparition. He kicked each person once, and in an instant, all nine men were kicked into the air by Lin Feng.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
"Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack..."
Immediately following, the nine men fell down, one on top of the other, eventually forming an exaggerated tower, and only after a struggle did they collapse to the side.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, slowly walked over to Shang Yi, simply watching the nine men without speaking.
My God!
How is this possible!
This can’t be possible! This can’t be possible!
How could he possibly be that fast, that powerful!
...
The nine men got up from the ground, looking at Lin Feng with expressions as if they had seen a ghost, because the scene that had just occurred was too unbelievable. Lin Feng’s speed in that instant was ghost-like; none of them caught a clear glimpse of what happened before they were all kicked flying by Lin Feng. Such speed and strength were simply not humanly possible... Was this a dream perhaps?
The nine men had no idea how Lin Feng had kicked them into the air. They couldn’t believe that what had just happened was real, but the pain in their buttocks told them that it wasn’t a dream but a reality. This world truly had such insanely abnormal beings—far beyond the comprehension of common folks—and Lin Feng right in front of them was such an extraordinary freak, possessing such absolute speed and strength, making any task utterly predictable. No wonder he had been so confident just now!
Now they understood where Lin Feng’s initial confidence came from. It was indeed true that everything they were proud of seemed like a joke before him. His words too were true: to such a supreme expert, the difference between an elite special forces soldier and an ordinary person was negligible—the gap between people was that immense!
Although their buttocks were hurting, what hurt even more was their pride. They hadn’t expected that all nine of them could not even touch Lin Feng’s clothes before being kicked flying. The battle skills they had diligently practiced were nothing in front of Lin Feng, not even on par with kindergarten children...