Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dull impacts echoed endlessly through the Training Room.
Su Ye felt that his arms had gone numb, as though even his bones were about to crack, yet he had actually held out for ten minutes under his opponent's savage assault.
That would have been utterly unimaginable before. His previous best had only been around seven minutes.
Just then, Zhou Daqiang, who had been keeping him pinned down, suddenly took half a step back.
The muscles in his right arm bulged as he began charging up his fist, ready to bring it crashing down.
Su Ye knew perfectly well that he could never block that punch in his current condition. It would break through his guard, and his opponent would beat him to death.
Just as Su Ye was about to grit his teeth and hold on, Intuition kicked in again.
But unlike the simple warnings to dodge from before, this time, Intuition told him to attack.
Duck Down!
Sweeping Leg!
Without the slightest hesitation, Su Ye chose to trust his Intuition.
He dropped low, avoiding the charged punch that could have shattered his skull. At the same time, he unleashed all the strength in his right leg and swept it hard against Zhou Daqiang's legs.
Bang!
The sweep was timed perfectly, catching Zhou Daqiang in the vulnerable instant when his previous exertion had ended but he had yet to muster fresh force, with his center of gravity tilted forward.
Zhou Daqiang's burly frame lurched. His fully charged punch fell apart in an instant, and he toppled forward.
An opening!
Delighted, Su Ye tried to press his advantage.
But he had clearly underestimated just how formidable this military district combat instructor was.
Zhou Daqiang's combat experience was so extensive that killing had been etched into his very bones.