"Old Limp Man is inconvenient with his legs, as long as I'm a bit faster..."

Punches were rapidly thrown.

"When the time comes, catch him off guard, throw him into complete disarray, then hit him with the twelve deadliest combo punches from the Viper Force, huh, he will undoubtedly be defeated."

Wang Dajun was contemplating internally, hastening his attack pace, each punch fiercely overwhelming.

Long Wuhui remained unflustered, solid as a rock, like an unshakable Mount Tai.

Each seemingly casual palm strike or punch was effortlessly dissolving Wang Dajun's ferocious offensive techniques.

Fan Jian and the others were extremely anxious, with their hearts in their throats, seeing that Long Wuhui was only defending and not attacking.

Meanwhile, Wang Dajun's group was jubilant.

"Haha, the boss's skills are even more formidable than before."

"Old cripple is done for."

"Have to say, this cripple has some moves to last this long against the boss's fierce attacks."

"It's almost over, the boss is about to finish him off, and Lin Hai will lose face, this is his highly esteemed instructor, haha, some instructor expert."

Wang Dajun's attacks grew even sharper, the fists howled through the air, sweeping through the resting room, the items inside thrashed as if ravaged by a tornado.

"Mediocre at best, just mediocre. If you don't pull out your strongest moves now, just wait to be beaten down like a dead dog."

After dozens of exchanges, Long Wuhui finally spoke.

But in the ears of others, this comment was utterly provocative.

"Hmph, old cripple, it's almost over; you are going to fall soon," Wang Dajun retorted, not showing weakness, his fists moving even faster.

Long Wuhui limped in defense, shaking his head with a somewhat bored expression.

"Snake Force is getting sloppier, you manage to sneak into the elite circle with this level of skill."

As the words of Long Wuhui fell, suddenly, the lame leg lashed out fiercely, like a steel whip.

This move caught everyone by surprise.

"Not good!"

Wang Dajun realized that the supposedly disabled leg, the force it lashed out with, was so powerful it made his heart tremble.

He could only manage to brace with his hands.

Long Wuhui, now with a stern expression, his crippled leg not swift but heavy.

Slap—

Wang Dajun stumbled back, taking several steps, "Pu-chi" his sleeve burst open, revealing his arms with a clear bruise.

His eyes were filled with incredible shock, unable to believe the disabled leg could exert such terrifying power.

"Let's end this."

Long Wuhui's voice rang out again.

Bang bang bang—

Airborne ten consecutive kicks!

A lame leg danced brilliantly in the midair.

Wang Dajun was astonished: "Such a fast speed!"

The heavy leg techniques had now become incredibly agile.

Unimaginable, leg skills dazzling from a disabled person!

"Bang!"

The fierce iron leg brutally whipped Wang Dajun's chest.

"This is impossible!"

"Pu-chi!"

Clothes under the iron leg, instantaneously vibrated into shreds.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, Wang Dajun's body flew backwards, crashing into the crowd behind him.

Caught off guard, the crowd toppled over like dominoes, and the resting room's tables and chairs also "crashed" into halves.

Clink, a faint sound of landing.

Long Wuhui had already returned to his original spot, his face still indifferent.

"This…" Fan Jian was totally stunned.

The heart nearly leaped out of his throat!

Too shocking, too unexpected.

Is this TM a disabled person? Sh*t! Who would believe this if it was told!

Fan Jian vigorously rubbed his eyes, still in disbelief of the scene he just witnessed.

Wang Dajun spat out blood again, his eyes filled with deep horror.

He couldn't understand how a cripple could pull off a soaring ten consecutive kicks, a leg skill that almost no one in the Viper Force could achieve.

Just from this technique alone, it was enough to prove that the cripple in front of him was at least a first-class expert.

A cripple? At least a first-class expert? Or even stronger?

What on earth is the background of this cripple?

He couldn't believe the reality in front of him, that he actually lost, and the loss was so simple and clear.

"Who on earth are you!" Wang Dajun, with blood in his mouth, asked with difficulty.

"A waste."

Long Wuhui said indifferently.

Such a response made Wang Dajun feel even worse than being kicked, his face burning with humiliation.

The opponent was indeed a waste, a waste that he had looked down upon before!

He was actually defeated by a waste!

Other security guards who were originally skeptical of Long Wuhui now had their eyes wide open.

This is sh*t unscientific, completely unscientific!

"From which unit did you come from? Were you a King of Soldiers before?" Wang Dajun asked again with difficulty.

At these words, everyone again showed a surprised look.

King of Soldiers?

In each session, in each Military District, the strongest is hailed as the King of Soldiers of that Military District.

Moreover, these military districts compete from time to time to select the strongest King of Soldiers across Huaxia.

Almost anyone who has been a soldier is absolutely clear about the significance of the term "King of Soldiers."

It represents the best among soldiers, top experts.

"King of Soldiers? I won the title in my session, but that was many years ago."

At these words, everyone gasped.

Dressed in a security uniform he'd only worn for a few days, with a short haircut, a face seemingly worn smooth by years, eyes full of vicissitude, and walking with a limp as if frail.

This man was once a King of Soldiers!

What Long Wuhui didn't reveal was that in his session, he was not only a King of Soldiers for a single military district but the King of Soldiers of Huaxia!

Back then, he represented the Dragon Tooth Unit, swept through the Kings of Soldiers of various military districts in Huaxia, with his iron legs known as "Death God's Scythe," forcefully securing the first place.

"Which unit are you from!" Wang Dajun asked again.

Long Wuhui smiled: "You don't deserve to know."

Wang Dajun's face showed resentment, but he didn't dare to act recklessly anymore, now that his ribs were broken in four places, and he had difficulty even standing up.

"Hmph, maybe your unit only ever produced one person like you," Wang Dajun still said stubbornly.

Long Wuhui smiled again, seeing right through Wang Dajun's thoughts.

The other was still looking down on Linhai, thinking he was just a freak coming from a regular unit.

"My unit, is proud, powerful."

"As for your thoughts, I know them, I'll just tell you one thing, Lin with one hand, can easily crush you."

"Impossible!"

Wang Dajun stared fiercely at Long Wuhui, refusing to believe that Linhai, whom he had always looked down upon, could crush him with just one hand!

"More words are needless, don't let me find out you insult my unit again!"

"Otherwise, the outcome will be like this!"

Saying this, he suddenly stomped his foot.

Crack—

The cement surface, forcibly created a footprint.

Hiss—

Everyone gasped again, including Wang Dajun himself, witnessing this scene, he became dumbfounded, muttering to himself: "Very likely a Super First-class Expert!"