The moment this group showed up, Xu Fei instantly pegged them as military soldiers from their attire and gear.
After all, no ordinary person could get away with driving jeeps painted in military green or wearing such crisp, proper uniforms.
And “rookie” was a term slung around the army for newbies, often used to rib greenhorns, which was exactly why Xu Fei tossed it at the guy in front of him.
Sure enough, after he said it, the two soldiers striding towards him couldn’t hold back, their pace quickened as they charged straight at Xu Fei.
In terms of skill, they were leagues above the rabble Wei Xinghuo had brought, so they came at him brimming with confidence.
But compared to them, Xu Fei was even more assured.
He glanced at the stance of their incoming punches and shook his head with a helpless sigh.
That little move stoked the soldiers’ anger again, but just as their fists were about to land, Xu Fei’s figure flickered like a phantom, dodging aside, then reappearing next to them, his hand shot out, seizing one soldier’s fist with pinpoint precision.
“The improved military combat fist, bet you didn’t know I’m the one who created it, eh?” Xu Fei quipped.
At those words, the two soldiers froze, stunned.
What they’d just thrown was indeed the improved version of the military combat fist.
To the general public, the military combat fist wasn’t unfamiliar, plenty even thought it was a bit too basic.
And that was true, its low entry barrier for learning and practice meant it spread like wildfire in no time.
But its simplicity was also its ceiling, even mastering it to perfection wouldn’t hold up against real heavyweights.
Back when Xu Fei first enlisted, he’d started with the standard military combat fist, but with his natural talent, he found it too rudimentary and reworked it.
The version he refined stripped away the fluff, keeping the moves simple on the surface but packing hidden lethal intent, each strike fierce and deadly, while still being easier to pick up.
Yet, for those who dug deeper and studied it, the improved military combat fist revealed profound depths.
That tale was practically a campfire legend among every soldier in the modern Chinese military.
When they first learned it, they’d all whispered among themselves, speculating about who this mythic figure could be.
From the way Xu Fei spoke just now, it sounded like he was claiming to be that very man.
No wonder the two soldiers were gobsmacked.
“What? You’re the founder? That… that’s impossible!” one stammered.
Though they struggled to believe the creator of the improved military combat fist was standing right there, Xu Fei’s effortless dismantling of their moves lent his words an undeniable ring of truth.
For a moment, the two soldiers were caught in a bind.
“Don’t listen to this prat spouting nonsense, it’s just dumb luck!” Zhou Jingshan barked from the sidelines, where he’d been watching, he’d caught the exchange between Xu Fei and his men too.
No matter how he sliced it, Zhou Jingshan couldn’t shake the feeling that this Xu Fei bore an uncanny resemblance to the legendary Lord Junshao of the Chinese military.
