1055: Chapter One Thousand Thirty-Eight: Who’s Joking?
1055: Chapter One Thousand Thirty-Eight: Who’s Joking?
Just like a layer of paper was punctured, like a pane of glass shattered, like a bullet fired from the gun barrel, with the last kick fired, Gao Yang was no longer the same as before.
Gao Yang was savoring the feeling of that kick he just delivered, but upon closer reflection, it seemed as if there wasn’t anything particularly special about it.
However, Gao Yang now understood what is meant by skill-based ability; it was truly an unfathomable sensation that could only be understood intuitively, beyond verbal explanation.
When Gao Yang first started training with Li Jinfang, Li wouldn’t say an extra word about Gao Yang’s decisions in other matters, but when it came to guiding Gao Yang’s combat training, Li would transform into a Demon.
If Gao Yang’s moves were incorrect, he would immediately be met with a kick or a slap, without mercy.
In his experience, the aphorism that ‘hardship breeds talent’ was absolutely true; after all, that’s how he got through.
Li Jinfang’s method of instruction was very effective, but after reaching a certain bottleneck, Gao Yang was unable to make any further progress.
From then on, it was up to Gao Yang to practice and comprehend on his own.
Ever since he decided to focus on the Groin Kick as his main attack, except for when injuries prevented him from moving, not a single day went by where Gao Yang relaxed his own training.
Even on the battlefield, he would find any possible moment to practice, kicking into the air one after another.
Then Gao Yang reached a new level, and the Groin Kick began to become his signature move.
The so-called signature move doesn’t mean others can’t use it; it means none can reach the level of Gao Yang.
Cui Bo and Gao Yang began learning it roughly at the same time, but now Gao Yang could send Cui Bo tumbling with a single kick.
Then, Gao Yang encountered another bottleneck.
Unable to break through, he and Li Jinfang pondered together and came up with a modified version.
This slightly more complicated version of the Groin Kick made it easier to deal with weaker enemies, but against stronger opponents such as Peter and Li Jinfang himself, the modified kick was virtually useless, and actually not as good as the original Groin Kick.
The modification plan was essentially a failure.
Afterward, until today, Gao Yang finally met Peter and had him act as his sparring partner.
Gao Yang perfectly embodied what is meant by “laying a solid foundation for a swift breakthrough.”
Gao Yang’s long period of arduous practice, his rich combat experience with the Groin Kick, and countless sparring sessions with Li Jinfang had their effect; today, feeling stifled by Peter’s continuous blocking, Gao Yang finally had his breakthrough.
Without accumulation, there can be no eruption.
Gao Yang’s breakthrough meant that after his enlightenment, this kick of his had reached mastery.
The so-called mastery means just that—mastery.
With this one kick, Gao Yang could now match up with combat experts.
If a correction must be made, it’s that the ones who need to be tested against Gao Yang are not just combat experts, but Combat Masters like Li Jinfang and Peter.
In the modern age, dominated by firearms, martial arts have retreated to an inconspicuous corner.
They exist, but have never been a crucial element.
Regular military combat training is just going through the motions, better than nothing.
While Special Forces place a higher importance on hand-to-hand combat, the military is not a place for nurturing Combat Masters but for mass-producing killing machines; this is true for both regular military and Special Forces.
Of the opponents Gao Yang has encountered in the past, there have been many skilled fighters.
For example, during training in Israel, he met many adept martial artists, but even in Israel’s best military units, there were no Combat Masters like Peter and Li Jinfang.
Unless one has an extremely fervent passion for martial arts, it’s unlikely for someone in the military to devote significant effort to training.
Otherwise, it’s more practical to focus on gunmanship.
In this age, what’s the use of high martial skill when you can be brought down by a single bullet?
Training in martial arts is better than not, but to become a master in any field, one must endure rigorous and painstaking training.
There are no shortcuts, no way to mass-produce or clone mastery; hence, the military environment is quite lacking in fertile ground for the emergence of Combat Masters.
It’s quite true to say that the masters are among the common folks.
However, if one is a Combat Master who grew within the military, especially one who has developed through real combat, or to be called a Fighter, they are not comparable to their civilian counterparts.
An old soldier who has seen blood and taken lives has a different spirit compared to a new recruit.
Even if it can’t be seen with the eyes, once on the battlefield, the difference becomes very clear.
As for people like Li Jinfang and Peter, both Combat Masters, they have grown in the military environment, and Peter has undoubtedly taken lives.
As for Li Jinfang, he is a mercenary.
Just one sentence is enough to describe the environment in which Li Jinfang grew up.
In facing civilian Fighters, individuals like Li Jinfang and Peter have an overwhelming presence, just from their aura alone.
A Fighter who kills without batting an eye, versus civilian Fighters who are scared to go all out in practice, for fear of injuring their sparring partners—the outcome speaks for itself.
So, Jinfang and Peter, the unsung heroes, are actually among the top fighters in this world, adept at killing rather than competing under various restrictions.
With too many restrictions, they might lose miserably, but without any limitations, they are the ones who will certainly survive.
Now, Gao can’t match Jinfang or Peter in combat, but he has developed a decisive move, the Groin Kick.
Even a Combat Master might be taken down by Gao’s kick.
That’s just how it is.
Gao tried to engrave the sensation of that kick into his memory, but after reflecting seriously, he felt a sense of loss, worried that he might never be able to deliver a kick like that again.
Gao looked at Jinfang, who quickly walked up to him and took a defensive stance.
The unexpected kick from Gao would have been countered by Jinfang in the past in many ways, but now, Jinfang had no choice but to hop back slightly.
Jinfang’s face was grave, but then he looked at Gao with wild joy, and Gao also heaved a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Although far from the level of the kick delivered to Peter, Gao realized that the feeling was still there.
As long as the feeling is there, it’s manageable.
Just keep practicing, and a breakthrough will come.
Jinfang grinned, then gave Gao a thumbs-up and said, “Relying on the Groin Kick to reach such a masterful level, I’m really impressed by you.”
Gao was overjoyed, but he walked over to Peter, who was still lying on the ground, and asked anxiously, “Are you okay?”
Peter pushed himself up from the ground and, after moving his legs a bit, frowned and said, “Of course it hurts to be hit by you.
It’s really embarrassing.
Buddy, how long have you practiced this move to achieve such a breakthrough in battle?
Examples like yours are uncommon.”
Gao laughed and said, “I can only say it’s been a very long time.
Hey, you’re not hurt, are you?”
Peter replied with disdain, “Are you kidding me?
Just a kick like that isn’t enough to hurt me.
Come on, while you’re still feeling it, let’s continue.”
Peter said he was fine, but his leg was clearly less agile.
However, as it was almost completely dark, the sparring couldn’t last much longer.
It was supposed to be a sparring session between Jinfang and Peter, but it ended up as a practice session for Gao.
After they stopped, Gao moved his sore body while watching Peter’s four subordinates returning to camp with the Syrian trainees and casually said to Peter, “When do you plan to have your students do a nighttime parachute assault drill?
Oh, it needs to be with live fire, after all, there isn’t much time left.”
With his current relationship with Peter, Gao could now discuss topics he couldn’t before.
Peter, as the instructor of the Republic Guard Special Strike Force, would decide how to train.
Peter glanced back at the students heading to the camp to eat, spread his hands with a helpless expression, and said, “A nighttime parachute assault drill?
With live fire?
You’re joking, right?
Their basics are too poor.
Let’s get physical training and shooting up to standard first.
If it wasn’t that I’m only responsible for training and not for selecting members of this unit, I would have already eliminated eighty percent of them.”
Gao was stunned and said, “You must be joking, right?
Are you planning to only train them in physical and shooting, without teaching them something else?”
Peter frowned and said, “Of course, not just physical.
The nighttime parachute assault training with live fire is complex; it’s at least three months away.”
Gao said urgently, “Stop kidding, they’re going to the battlefield in half a month.
You want them to train in physical fitness; buddy, do you want to wipe them out in one battle?”
Peter exclaimed, “Are you crazy?
These guys?
Train them for a month and send them to the battlefield?
And for a nighttime parachute operation?
Buddy, have you lost your mind?”
Gao said helplessly, “F**k!
Didn’t you receive the notice?
You’re training a troop like it’s a regular process!
Oh, F**k!
Who the hell gave you the orders?
These people can only train for a month before they have to go to the battlefield.
Didn’t anyone tell you?”
Peter was furious and said, “Impossible!
That’s murder!
Who’s the idiot with a fried brain who would issue such an order?
You must be mistaken!”
Gao shrugged and said, “That’s Marshall’s idea.
He wants to see the results of your training soon.
He’s set the deadline to one month.”
Peter’s face turned ashen, and he covered his forehead with one hand, then said with a sense of defeat, “Oh no, this is going to cause a disaster, how can this be, buddy, you must be mistaken, definitely mistaken.”
Gao was exasperated and shouted to Eileen, who was standing aside watching, “Tyrannosaurus, where’s Farouk?”
Eileen shouted back, “He’s gone to report on the training progress.”
Gao shrugged at Peter and said, “Looks like you’ll have to ask someone else, but you’ll find out I wasn’t joking.” (To be continued.
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