Special Forces Soldier: Me, the Number One Troublemaker of Wolf Fang

32: Chapter 32 Come at me all three of you!The recruits of the Iron Fist Regiment immediately showed looks of great admiration.

”Nice.”

”Wang Yanbing, good job.”

”Brother Yanbing, you’re the coolest! Keep it up!”

The people from the Iron Fist Regiment were all cheering and shouting for Wang Yanbing.

Yang Han’s gaze was fixed on Xiang Yu, wondering how strong he was and how he compared to Old Gao.

He needed to use Wang Yanbing’s hand to see Xiang Yu’s strength first.

This way, it would be easier for Yang Han to upgrade his fighting abilities.

”Heh.”

Xiang Yu smiled slightly and walked over with a casual pace.

This Wang Yanbing really didn’t know the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth; he looked like a common thug, yet he dared to challenge him.

”Your comrades are all cheering for you, but if you can’t even withstand one punch from me, how will they look at you?”

Walking up to Wang Yanbing, Xiang Yu stared at him intently.

Wang Yanbing cursed, ”Are you even a man? You talk way too damn much.”

”Grandson, take a punch from your grandpa!”

With a shout, Wang Yanbing threw a punch that whistled through the air; he had loved fighting since he was a child, and his combat ability was actually not weak.

Coupled with the military boxing and combat training he received after joining the army...

Wang Yanbing’s strength had always been at a decent level.

Among the recruits, only Yang Han and He Chenguang could suppress him.

No one else had that kind of skill.

However, in Xiang Yu’s eyes, this punch was no different from a three-year-old’s.

”Too weak, little brother.”

Xiang Yu gave a cold laugh.

With a ’pa’ sound, he directly caught Wang Yanbing’s fist.

Wang Yanbing’s pupils constricted, and he was incredibly shocked because Xiang Yu’s strength was immense, like a pair of iron pliers, pinning his fist down firmly; he couldn’t move it forward or backward.

”You... let go of me, dammit!”

Wang Yanbing’s face turned red as he cursed.

Xiang Yu smiled slightly, ”With this little strength, are you some delicate young maiden?”

Insulted like this, Wang Yanbing’s face was already flushed red, and the Iron Fist Regiment recruits watching from the side were also stunned.

Yang Han’s eyes narrowed slightly as he made a judgment of Xiang Yu’s strength.

”With this little strength, you still want to challenge me? To be honest, you’re not even qualified to challenge the recruits I train; one punch from them would also knock you down.”

Xiang Yu stared coldly at Wang Yanbing, his words sharp and piercing, ”Go back and have the strongest fighter in your Iron Fist Regiment come out.”

Boom!!

Suddenly, Xiang Yu threw a punch like a bolt of lightning. It was so fast that Wang Yanbing couldn’t react at all; he felt as if a thousand-pound iron hammer had heavily slammed into his chest.

”Holy crap!”

Wang Yanbing couldn’t help but curse as his body flew backward, landing a full seven or eight meters away in a pathetic heap.

”Nice!”

”Platoon Leader is awesome!”

”Daring to provoke the Platoon Leader, is your brain where your ass should be?”

The Beast Battalion’s side was cheering and shouting; Xiang Yu’s punch was indeed beautiful, handling Wang Yanbing was like child’s play—too easy and simple.

Zhang Chong and A Gan were sneering; before they could even make a move, Xiang Yu had already enjoyed himself.

On the high platform, Kang Lei’s face turned slightly livid, and he felt somewhat annoyed, thinking: ”What is that blockhead Wang Yanbing doing? Challenging their platoon leader directly, isn’t that just seeking death?”

In his view, not every recruit was a freak like Yang Han. You, a recruit, coming up to provoke their platoon leader—isn’t it normal to get beaten up?

Long Baichuan smiled slightly, ”Young people are too arrogant, always thinking they’re strong. They’ll naturally understand once they’ve seen reality.”

Kang Lei’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at Yang Han. Now, the only one who could win back face for the Iron Fist Regiment was him alone.

”Damn it!”

After being kicked away, Wang Yanbing grumbled and tried to stand up again to fight Xiang Yu to the death.

However, He Chenguang ran over and held him down directly.

”Don’t be impulsive, he’s very strong. Even I am not his match.”

He Chenguang’s expression was grave.

Wang Yanbing was instantly shocked. If even He Chenguang wasn’t his match, then who else among the recruits could fight?

He knew He Chenguang’s background—a youth martial arts champion, a powerful genius with a legitimate martial arts upbringing.

If He Chenguang couldn’t do it, then who else?

He Chenguang’s gaze moved from Xiang Yu to Zhang Chong and A Gan.

From their appearances, both of them looked extremely difficult to deal with.

Even though he was a youth martial arts champion and had once fought the Muay Thai champion Chatchai, He Chenguang didn’t dare to be arrogant.

Xiang Yu said, ”Who else?”

”If you want to fight, then come up. Don’t just stand there staring; that’s not how a man acts.”

These words made many of the Iron Fist Regiment recruits glare at him in anger, feeling very displeased; Xiang Yu’s words were equivalent to an insult.

He Chenguang was just about to step out.

However, a hand pressed down on He Chenguang’s shoulder, and a voice said calmly, ”Let me do it.”

He Chenguang was startled and turned back to see that it was actually Yang Han.

”Brother Han, this is combat; it’s different from other training,” He Chenguang said.

Up until now, Yang Han hadn’t shown his strength in combat, so it was normal for He Chenguang to think he wasn’t good at it.

”It’s fine, just let me handle it.”

Yang Han looked at He Chenguang with an incredibly determined gaze.

He Chenguang was stunned, ”Brother Han, are you sure?”

”Would I do something I’m not sure of?”

Yang Han chuckled and stepped out directly.

Behind him, He Chenguang’s mouth twitched, thinking that Yang Han was acting too cool, but he wondered if he actually had the strength to back it up.

If he didn’t have the strength, it would be very embarrassing.

”This kid finally damn well stepped out.”

Seeing the moment Yang Han stepped forward...

Xiang Yu, Zhang Chong, and A Gan all had looks of joy on their faces.

Good, very good!

Since coming to the Iron Fist Regiment, the person they most wanted to teach a lesson to was naturally Yang Han. Who else but him had stolen the spotlight and caused their entire Beast Battalion to be criticized by the higher-ups?

The main reason Xiang Yu brought the team today was to target Yang Han.

Zhang Chong rubbed his hands together, ”Let me handle this kid.”

”Zhang Chong, let me handle this scene instead. I’m confident I can make him fly even further than Wang Yanbing with one punch,” A Gan said with a grin.

Both of them were very contemptuous toward Yang Han; with such a thin build, they were afraid they might accidentally kill him with a single punch.

Xiang Yu gave a broad smile and said, ”Tell me, who do you want to challenge?”

In his view, he had already taught Wang Yanbing a lesson, letting everyone know that he was ridiculously strong—the kind of strength that recruits couldn’t compete with.

Therefore, Yang Han certainly wouldn’t choose him again.

However...

Yang Han’s finger slowly extended.

The first person he pointed at was Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu’s expression froze.

Then it became somewhat cold, ”It seems my previous move still didn’t make you recruits of the Iron Fist Regiment understand that my strength is not something you can contend with.”

”You’re a bit stupid,” Xiang Yu shook his head.

But at that moment, Yang Han’s finger didn’t stop, and he also pointed at Zhang Chong and A Gan.

”The three of you, come at me together.”