"Commander Wu, pardon me."
Zhang Yuan let out a long howl and struck first.
His feet pounded the arena with thunderous force as he lunged forward like a hunting leopard.
His right fist, wrapped in surging blood energy, drove straight at Wu Daokun's chest.
"Whoosh!"
The fist wind was fierce, tearing through the air.
Unhurried, Wu Daokun shifted sideways and easily avoided the heavy blow.
The fist wind swept past his armor, stirring up a fierce gust.
He raised his left arm to block, while his right fist formed a cone and struck back at Squad Leader Li's ribs, a vital point.
This was a practical killing move he had distilled from years of fighting on the border battlefield—no flashy tricks, only effectiveness.
Zhang Yuan hurriedly withdrew his fist and crossed both arms in defense.
"Bang!"
After the probing exchange, both men retreated several steps as their blood energy churned.
"Hahaha, again!"
The two laughed heartily, thrilled at meeting a worthy opponent, then tangled together once more.
For a time, fist shadows crisscrossed the arena as fierce winds shot in every direction.
Li Xuancang watched the two men battling without pause and nodded slightly, acknowledging their strength.
Zhang Yuan's offensive was swift and fierce. Every move pressed the attack, every punch landed solidly, as he tried to end the battle quickly with explosive force.
Wu Daokun stood as steady as Mount Tai, balanced in attack and defense. Relying on his deeper reserves of blood energy and battlefield experience, he remained calm and used defense as offense, dismantling every attack his opponent launched.
Every punch and every block precisely avoided the enemy's edge and struck at the weak points in their force. It was entirely a battlefield style meant to preserve one's life, defeat the enemy, and secure victory.
"Good! Well