Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

Any system will have its own factions. As the principal of the training base, Ye Xiang’s greatest achievement is to train excellent students for the police force. He coincides with Ma Jun in this point, but he is better than Ma Jun. see further.

On the playground, Wang Luo felt that he had just finished warming up, and then suddenly increased his speed. The last 200-meter sprint gave others the feeling that he was charging on the battlefield, full of iron blood and fearlessness.

When Wang Luo broke the training camp record with a time of 12 minutes and 40 seconds, the entire playground fell into silence. If an individual can surpass the crowd too much, jealousy and envy will turn into respect.

What Wang Luo gave them was a suffocating sense of oppression. You must know that the world record is around 12 minutes and 37 seconds. It can be said that Wang Ge's score is almost the ceiling of human beings.

"Okay!" Ye Xiang's eyes lit up, and he applauded first, which aroused the applause of other people, and the applause like a tide surrounded Wang Luo.

Ye Xiang came to Wang Luo with big strides, patted Wang Luo on the shoulder rarely, and said: "Good job! Very good performance in the next class, this year's Silver Flute Award is very promising!
After these words came out, the surrounding students showed envy one after another, and several of them were not convinced.

The Silver Flute Award is the highest award in the training base. Each winner of the Silver Flute Award will have hidden benefits in the promotion of the police force. This benefit is also acquiesced by the high-level, and the most important thing is to stimulate the training enthusiasm of the lower-level police officers.

Ye Xiang smiled, at this time Wang Luo had already shown his worth, and he would never let the other party perform some shitty undercover mission again.

Afterwards, Wang Luo became a celebrity in the training base, and the previous turmoil about him gradually disappeared, but the new trouble was that he became the target of some people, such as Liu Jianming, Zhuang Ziwei, Lin Yixiang, Fang Yiwei and others.

After the fighting class started, the fighting instructor Zhou Wenhui decided to teach Wang Luo a profound lesson, because he found that when he was imparting experience, Wang Luo actually hid at the back and slept with his eyes closed.

Zhou Wenhui naturally didn't know that Wang Ge's hand-to-hand combat had reached the limit of ordinary people, he only thought that Wang Luo was proud and complacent, so he sternly shouted: "Student 16332 come out!"

Wang Luo slowly opened his eyes, realizing that his meditation just now might have been discovered, took a deep breath and stood up from the back.

"16332! Don't think that you are great because you can run. Those who can run on the battlefield are also deserters! Have you mastered the capture technique I just mentioned?"

"NO, SIR!" Wang Luo said casually, with a very polite attitude.

Zhou Wenhui's face was cold, he smiled coldly, and said, "Since you have mastered it, then show it to your classmates. As your contact opponent, you can use any moves to attack me until I am knocked down."

"I'm afraid it's not good? I have no eyes in my fists and feet. If the instructor is injured, I'm afraid I will be punished." Wang Luo said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Wenhui almost fainted from anger, and even caused the students to roar with laughter.

Zhou Wenhui is a senior fighting instructor in the academy: he is not only good at grappling, but also has in-depth study of Hongquan and Cai Lifoquan. He has no problem fighting fifteen ordinary people. Since becoming an instructor, he has never encountered a fighter like Wang Luo. This thorn.

Zhou Wen's anger reached its peak, and he said unceremoniously: "Even if you hurt me, I won't pursue it and I can even let you exempt from fighting classes, and give you full marks."

The trainers of each subject have the right to score, but they rarely give full marks to the students. Zhou Wenhui was also pissed off, so he regretted it after he said it, not because he was afraid that he would lose, but because he was worried that it would dampen the enthusiasm of the students.

At this time, Fang Tuwei among the students suddenly stood up and said: "Instructor, everyone knows your strength, how could he be your opponent, why don't you let me practice actual combat with him.

Fang Yiwei's words can be said to be very clever. It not only gave Zhou Wenhui a step down, but also gave others an illusion of caring for his classmates. At the same time, it also had another meaning. He wanted to defeat Wang Luo first in full view.

In Fang Yiwei's view, once Wang Luo, who has the physique of a beast, learns the fighting wood, his strength will leap a thousand miles. Even if he can win, it will take some twists and turns. It's better to solve it cleanly while the opponent is still a novice. Make a note of it in your own file.

Fang Yiwei's cleverness could not be hidden from Zhou Jiaohui's eyes, but this was exactly what he wanted. After all, in the first class, Jing competed with the students in actual combat. If he said it, he would be regarded as a big bully, and it would be disgraceful to win. In addition, Wang Luo Now registering with the principal, it really hurts people, and I will not feel better.

So, he said smoothly: "Okay, then I'll let you take my place, remember to finish! Don't hurt anyone."

The surrounding students began to discuss in low voices.

"Guess who is the best?"

"That's needless to say? Fang Jiawei is the runner-up of Hong Kong and Kowloon youth free fighting. I think Wang Luo will lose this time.

"I think so too, this Wang Luo is facing the sky every day to see how he is finished this time.

What happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

Everyone was still preparing for a fight between dragons and tigers, but they didn't expect Fang Yiwei to be hit on the lower abdomen by Wang Luo's ferocious uppercut within two seconds. The huge force directly made Fang Yiwei's feet off the ground He flew upside down and leaned heavily against the wall of the training room.

Fang Yiwei felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, and his stomach was overwhelmed. He wanted to hold back but couldn't, and finally knelt on the ground and vomited directly.

A few students with good relations quickly sent him to the infirmary, but Zhou Wenhui looked very serious, looked at Wang Luo firmly, and said, "Beating someone is like hanging a painting, with peak strength and good kung fu, which sect do you teach?" The true biography that came out?"

"Ming Jin, sect, true biography?" Hearing these unfamiliar words, Wang Luo's heart moved slightly, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, I only practice the most basic unarmed fighting skills."

"Born with supernatural power, or with superhuman talent?" Zhou Wenhui pondered for a while, then walked out directly, and said, "Come on stage and fight me!"

"Are you sure?" Wang Luo moved his shoulders, and there was a crackling sound when the joints rubbed against each other.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have obtained the true inheritance of Hongquan. Although your physical strength has reached the peak of Mingjin, but if you don't exert strength, you can't hurt a real master!" Zhou Wenhui said in a deep voice.