The two soon finished warming up and faced each other on the deck, staring each other down.
Commander Hu had complete confidence in Little Knife. Anyone who could become the captain of a regional commander's guard detail had to have an impressive record.
He was the former captain of Rabbit Country's Falcon Special Forces, the champion of the military-wide competition three years running, and a veteran of the Peacekeeping Force in Lebanon, with years of actual combat experience.
To sum it up with a popular saying, "Seven or eight ordinary bruisers couldn't even get close to him!"
"Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're wearing a turtle shell. Even without a gun, I can still knock your teeth out!" Little Knife declared confidently.
"I suggest you try using a gun."
"Hmph! Arrogant!" Little Knife took Lao San's words to mean that he had no chance of beating him, and his gaze turned cold.
Without another word, he stepped forward and threw a Cannon Fist!
Lao San watched without dodging. Well... he couldn't dodge anyway...
Although the heart of the brave armor offered practically invincible protection, its weight of several dozen pounds was no joke. It certainly affected his mobility.
Never mind dodging. Judging by his opponent's moves, Little Knife was clearly more skilled than he was. Throwing punches would be pointless; he wouldn't land a single hit. Lao San simply "gave up resisting."
I'm not a fighter. I'm a tank!
Thud! The heavy punch struck Lao San's chest, but he didn't even sway.
Wham! Bam! Crack! Another storm of blows followed. Little Knife targeted vulnerable spots-the neck, knees, and beneath the ribs! None of it worked. Lao San didn't budge.
Little Knife wasn't particularly surprised, though. If ordinary melee weapons couldn't penetrate this armor, how could