Fast is the only feeling that Zhao Guoqing gives to the walker.

The walker, who had always been proud of his speed, didn't even notice how Zhao Guoqing moved behind him, and it was still in the situation where he was moving fast.

In terms of speed, Zhao Guoqing completely defeated the walkers.

The walker's neck shrunk like a frightened groundhog, and he tried to flee in the other direction with a slight pause.

"Smack." Zhao Guoqing went down with a knife and slashed at the back of the walker's neck with moderate force, knocking him unconscious.

Damn, there's someone faster than me!

Before the walker fell, his heart burst out with an unwilling cry.

Letting go of the walker, Zhao Guoqing pounced on the little giant tank, as for Zi Ling, he was not worried at all, those three flying knives were enough to deal with her.

As a woman, Zi Ling is congenitally deficient in strength compared to men, so she has been playing with flying knives since she was three years old, and she has already reached the realm of spiritual communication with the flying knives on her body.

Wherever it is pointed, for Zi Ling, even with his eyes closed, he can do it.

In addition to being accurate, Zi Ling's flying knife pays more attention to a fast word, even a walker does not dare to offend Zi Ling, because he is not completely sure to avoid the attack of Zi Ling's flying knife.

Seeing the flying knives coming through the cardboard box, Zi Ling threw out the two flying knives in his hand while retreating backwards.

Unlike the position of the walker, Zi Ling did not have much room to retreat, a few meters away was a wall, and she would be blocked by the wall at a distance of only two steps.

Zi Ling didn't have any worries on her face, she was very confident, she would throw the third flying knife before her body hit the wall, and successfully hit the three flying knives thrown by Zhao Guoqing, thus solving the crisis in front of her.

With the speed of drawing the knife alone, the walker is ashamed of himself.

Zi Ling's right hand reached into the knife bag like a phantom, pulled out a flying knife, and threw it out, as fast as the front and back two throwing knives were thrown out together.

"Ding, ding, ding." Three crunch sounds erupted in the air.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zi Ling's mouth, just as she thought, the three flying knives she threw successfully hit Zhao Guoqing's three flying knives, and her crisis was about to be lifted.

It stands to reason that Zi Ling's crisis should indeed be resolved after the collision of the flying knives, but she miscalculated one thing.

Strength.

Strength is a woman's natural weakness, and Zhao Guoqing's strength far surpasses that of Zi Ling.

The flying knives collided, and several sparks flashed in the air, and then the three flying knives thrown by Zi Ling were shocked and flew out.

On the contrary, the three flying knives thrown by Zhao Guoqing only trembled slightly in the air, and there was no deviation in direction, not even any slowing down in speed, and continued to attack towards the purple spirit.

How so?

Zi Ling stared in disbelief, his flying knife obviously hit the opponent's flying knife, but it was bounced away!?

In addition, after the flying knives collided, how could Zhao Guoqing's flying knives not even have any impact?

The truth is very simple, because Zhao Guoqing calculated every step correctly, he knew that Zi Ling would block with flying knives, and he also knew that the flying knives of the two sides would collide together, so he made every step in advance.

At this time, it was too late for Zi Ling to dodge, and her back was pressed against the wall, and there was no way back.

"Dang, dang!" Three dull crashes rang out.

Three throwing knives pierced through the sleeves of the purple spirit's coat and pinned her arms to the wall, the last of which pressed against her hair above her head.

How can anyone in the world make a flying knife so superb?

Zi Ling couldn't believe it, and was completely impressed by Zhao Guoqing's flying knife stunt.

The Little Giant Tank was very confident in his own strength, and he had only sent Zhao Guoqing out not long ago, so when Zhao Guoqing punched, the Little Giant Tank did not hesitate at all, and immediately swung his fist to meet him.

You brought this on yourself, and you can't blame me.

The little giant tank was worried that Zhao Guoqing would be killed with one punch, so he didn't use all his strength, thinking that it would be good to break one of Zhao Guoqing's arms.

"Smack." Two fists collided in the air.

Compared with the fist of the little giant tank, Zhao Guoqing's fist is so small, just like a naughty boy competing with an adult.

Don't die.

The little giant tank prayed at this moment, fearing that he would kill Zhao Guoqing because he couldn't control his power.

Zhao Guoqing looked calm, and after the fists collided, he closed his fists and stood up, looking at the little giant with his backhand.

The little giant's brow furrowed, and then his whole face twisted, and his steps retreated uncontrollably until he hit the wall.

After his body stopped, an invisible force continued to push him backwards, keeping him clinging to the wall.

In addition, his right hand and entire right arm were shaking uncontrollably, and he was completely unconscious.

How...... How so?

The little giant tank couldn't believe that Zhao Guoqing, who was a few days younger than him, could resist his strength, and shook him back a few steps.

In fact, the little giant tank should be grateful to Zhao Guoqing, if it wasn't for Zhao Guoqing to retract his strength in time, then the arm of the little giant tank would not be as simple as numbness, it would have already been fractured and could not be used.

"Bang la la......." cardboard boxes scattered all over the ground.

It was just a matter of an instant, and Zhao Guoqing had already put down three special combat team members who greeted him one after another, and gave them a dismount, so that they could understand that he, the instructor, did not come here, but had real learning.

"Ouch." The walker let out a groan of pain, and after a brief fainting he woke up again, looking inconceivable at the scene before him.

"I think you've already met Instructor Zhao." A voice came from the opposite side, and the black dragon walked over, followed by Zhao Aiguo, who was handsome in a military uniform.

"Big Brother Black Dragon." The Walker, the Purple Spirit, and the Tank shouted in unison, and lowered their heads in shame.

After learning that Heilong had found an instructor for them, the three of them originally wanted to embarrass Zhao Guoqing, but it turned out that they were embarrassed.

Heilong ignored the three of them, walked up to Zhao Guoqing and stretched out his hand and said, "National Day, I'm very glad you can come." ”

Zhao Guoqing shook hands with Heilong, and then said hello to his eldest brother Zhao Aiguo, and then glanced at the three of them and asked, "Are they all members of the special combat team?" ”

The black dragon nodded in response, "So to speak." They are the most potential soldiers I have collected from all over the country, but if you want to grow into a qualified special combat team member, you still need Instructor Zhao's training! ”

Zhao Guoqing's eyes fell on the three of Xing, Zi Ling, and Tank again, they were only sixteen years old at the earliest, but their strength far exceeded that of ordinary special forces soldiers, even if they were placed in the "hidden", they were very good.

In terms of strength, they are not strong enough now.

But...... Potential, this is the advantage of the three of them.

After training, the three of them will definitely become qualified fighters.