My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

The black soldier looked relaxed, "Your Majesty Commander, I think one punch is enough."

A completely unprepared punch hit Zeng Jing's chest, but it was like hitting a wall. Zeng Jing didn't even blink.

The black soldier looked at his fist in disbelief. Could it be that he had forgotten to exert force.

Punching again, the black warrior showed his full strength.

The strong fist wind brought out a whistling sound.

Her fist hit the same spot, and Zeng Jing dusted it off with her hands.

"Didn't you eat? I'll ask you to do your best."

The black fighter's face was red, he took a few steps back and began to accumulate strength, and used the inertia of the forward swing to punch, adding three more points to his strength.

With a "bang" sound, my fist suddenly became numb, and it slowly turned into a heart-wrenching pain.

Zeng Jing clenched her fist and said, "You are injured. If I don't treat you, your hand will be useless."

As his inner strength was working, the black warrior felt his hands surrounded by a ball of fire, and the pain slowly disappeared.

"Chinese Kung Fu? It's amazing!"

"Frog in the well, you are still very weak."

Everyone was shocked. The black warriors admired the strong. The way they looked at Zeng Jing had changed.

The Wolf Warriors team headed by Xiang Tiansheng felt very ashamed. It turned out that the real king never flaunted himself, and the poor soldiers thought Zeng Jing was just a soy sauce.

Boxing champion Jeremy also admires Zeng Jing, but he believes that the battlefield is full of hot weapons, and Chinese Kung Fu may not be useful.

There is a saying that "No matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife."

But Zeng Jing's Kung Fu skills are not afraid of kitchen knives. Her innate state and physical strength can withstand kitchen knives.

"Your Excellency Commander, I think marksmanship and reaction speed are very important on the battlefield. I wonder how your marksmanship is?"

Zeng Jing's marksmanship can only be described in one word, that is, bad.

If I could describe it in three words, it would be super bad.

The last bank robbery was his first time using a real gun.

"I agree with you very much. Today we will compete in martial arts and reaction speed. Tomorrow we will compete in marksmanship. The top forty masters will be selected within two days."

After all screening for martial arts and reaction speed, seventy warriors were selected.

In the evening, Zeng Jing asked Xiang Tiansheng for a gun and went to the training room to practice marksmanship.

Xiang Tiansheng looked at it for a while and shook his head.

"Commander, I think it will be difficult for you to win tomorrow's competition. Rather than letting them laugh, you might as well not participate on purpose."

"If you don't participate, wouldn't you be a deserter? I won't be a deserter."

Xiang Tiansheng sighed and left without looking back.

Zeng Jing started to use time power.

All it takes is one bullet.

Shooting, miss, time goes backwards.

If you shoot again, if you miss again, time will go back again.

I felt dizzy for a while, repeated it thousands of times, and my mental energy was obviously exhausted.

But the result was very obvious, the middle of the target was penetrated.

The time did not move for one minute, and Zeng Jing returned to her residence and fell asleep.

She was so tired that she quickly fell into deep sleep. Even if someone attacked her at this time, Zeng Jing would not know about it.

When she woke up in the morning, she was full of energy. Zeng Jing felt that her reaction ability seemed to be much faster and her eyes saw the world more clearly.

It seems that the mental power has increased. Zeng Jing also discovered this. It turns out that every time the mental power is exhausted, it is also a way of cultivation.

The soldiers gathered in the playground.

Boxing champion Jeremy is full of confidence. He is not only a boxing master, but also a sharpshooter.

Today, he is going to regain some dignity for the Gallia Presidential Guard.

The 50-meter target was abandoned directly, and Zeng Jing and Jeremy chose the 100-meter distance.

Jeremy picked up the Type [-] assault rifle, pulled the trigger within ten seconds, and hit the bullseye with one shot.

"Ten rings."

Jeremy smiled proudly.