You are the genetically modified!

76. Racial innateness overwhelms

The plane flew very smoothly.

The practice of several people betting on the plane drew a series of reactions, including the sound of wailing because they lost the battle, but these voices disappeared in an instant when Monsoon was about to start the fight.

Although Ji Feng is not short, compared with these few people, it is not a matter of height at all, he is a matter of size.

Let’s just talk about the two vice-captains. They have practiced martial arts since they were young. They are not tall. One is about 1.7 meters tall and the other is less than 1.7 meters. Muscle piled up like a big steamed bun.

And Ji Feng's height of 1.7 meters [-] seems to be taller than others, but this is not a level at all - heavyweight is not determined according to height, but looking at Ji Feng's thin and soft muscle lines, Even the political commissar with the least muscle was going to laugh uproariously.

However, just like that, Monsoon still stood up.

Zhou Weilian next to him was worried to death.

You must know that Ji Feng has already had a belly for more than three months, and it is said that he will give birth in three and a half months. If something really happened during the fight, Zhou Weilian's bowels would regret it.

However, since Ji Feng chose to participate in the betting, it was impossible for him not to stand up.

Zhou Weilian knew it well, so he was very worried, but he could only sit aside and watch anxiously.

But Ji Feng kicked the smiling political commissar out of the circle without any suspense—his movements were so fast that the political commissar didn't even have time to react!

The political commissar is 1.7 meters and [-]. Although he is not big and round, his arms and legs seem to be much thicker than ordinary people. Compared with Ji Feng's small arms and legs, it is really a rhythm, so I originally thought that The fact that the political commissar, who was sure to win, actually lost was definitely a big shock to everyone—except for the four people who have been with Ji Feng all this time, the eyes of the other four people were going to pop out of their sockets up.

"I'll try!" The 1.7-meter-two deputy took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

"Okay, okay, don't..." As soon as Xu Zhiyuan opened his mouth, another deputy team grabbed his wrist, and the two of them started a move-this military boxing is really, really useful, from capture to beating, a response all available.

Xu Zhiyuan hasn't finished his work here, but there is no mercy at 1.7 meters two, and Ji Feng insists on standing in the circle to start the competition.

This 1.7-meter-two can be said to be the only one in their team who can meet Zhou Weilian's subordinates more than ten times. Even when Zhou Weilian was not in good condition, the two of them even fought to a tie. Otherwise, he couldn't come out and name him to fight Ji Feng One——Ji Feng was so handsome when he just knocked down the political commissar. His movements were fast enough and his strength was strong enough. It was definitely not Ye Luzi's move. The flexibility of his body was unimaginable for a 1.7-meter-two man!

That's why he stood up and wanted to see what this thin boy was capable of.

Zhou Weilian was very anxious.He knows the ability of his deputy team, although he also knows that Ji Feng is definitely several times or even hundreds of times stronger than his deputy team, but... After all, Ji Feng is not alone, he is not fighting alone, he still has a lot of blood in his stomach. Two too!

"Okay, Xiao Xuezi, enough is enough!" Worrying in his heart, Zhou Weilian said directly, "We'll talk about it when we get back, this is on the plane."

"Boss, isn't it just on the plane, what is it! When did you become such a mother-in-law?" 1.7 meters two didn't know what Zhou Weilian was thinking. When they wanted to see the real chapter, they were probably afraid of being exposed, so their boss would talk like this, so he didn't want to let Ji Feng go.

Seriously, in the army, this kind of little boy is basically bullied!

The 1.7-meter-two didn't care about his boss' intentions at all, and insisted on standing opposite Ji Feng, posing an offensive posture.

The left hand formed a fist to protect the chin, and the right hand formed a fist to block in front of him. One defended and the other attacked, both hands responded to each other, and the feet kept moving, in order to find the best point of focus.

The 1.7-meter-two fighting technique is very good, and he also knows what kind of moving method will bring psychological pressure to the opponent. Moreover, he knows better that elbows and knees cannot be used in the ring competition, but when this kind of real fighting , as long as you don't die, that's your ability!

His right hand was swaying, and his left fist was brought out, heading towards Ji Feng's chin from below. His left leg was also slightly lowered, and his center of gravity was all shifted to his left toe—the next step, he planned to kick his leg...

With a "slap", Ji Feng raised his left hand and knocked him down. The 1.7-meter-two felt his left knee sink, and then he realized that Ji Feng had already stepped on his knee... After the sound of "噗嗤", his forehead swelled up. —— Ji Feng hit his head directly with his knee!

How did this happen? !

At 1.7 meters two, he immediately withdrew his legs, but only felt that his knee was light, and the emotional man had already jumped down, and stepped on his instep hard!

Tossing and turning, kicking hooks, these are nothing, the problem is that the infamous trick of stepping on the instep is really too ruthless!

The 1.7-meter-two man clutched his left foot and began to hop on one leg—the scene where the political commissar was thrown down just now flashed past his eyes like a movie.

The political commissar used the most common starting gesture, because he underestimated Ji Feng, so he didn't make a fist, but curled up slightly, and used palms to fight him, but... the political commissar forgot to move, and Ji Feng didn't rush at all. When he came to the front, he moved back directly, and after two seconds, he rushed over like crazy to avoid the two slaps of the political commissar, and then kicked the political commissar on the shin, directly kicking him to the ground. Not coming.

The experience of the 1.7-meter-two and the political commissar is so similar... The instructor twitched his lips, turned his head silently, and had already determined a very serious problem in his heart-this boy who seems to be a good-looking boy who is always taken care of is definitely not something Little boy, let alone a kid who needs to be taken care of, he is simply a terrible fighting machine!

You know, Ji Feng's fighting style is definitely not a routine, but it's not a casual way of fighting on the street, so there is only one explanation - this kid Ji Feng, he is a natural fighter!

The instructor silently gave Ji Feng a thumbs up in his heart, then turned to look at Xu Zhiyuan and the others.

Xu Zhiyuan fought with another sub-team for a while without winning or losing, but it was Tudou who separated them - Tudou was several centimeters shorter than 1.7 meters two, but his strength and speed were not comparable to ordinary people. The veins of the two of them easily made them stop continuing.

"Damn it, there are so many masters!" The instructor snorted, then turned to look at Ji Feng.

1.7 meters two did not admit defeat at all, and fought with Ji Feng again.

These soldiers are all trained, unlike Ji Feng's natural cheats.They learned in battle, fought in practice, and exercised in learning to obtain their current physique and strength. Monsoon is a modified ability, just like cats, they are born to jump, your human Olympic champion No way, this can't be compensated by exercise and muscles. There is something called racial talent.

Ji Feng is a complete racial talent bonus, so the muscles on his body don't look obvious, but his strength and speed are beyond the reach of normal humans, let alone the Olympic champion, even if he is a superman, that's the case—— Transformation and transformation, didn't the existence of these genetically modified humans originate from the rich imagination of human beings?

As a product of imagination, Ji Feng has a natural fighting ability, just like a jaguar, even a pregnant jaguar is the ultimate killer on the American continent, there is no doubt about it.

The 1.7 meter two moves are dazzling, the movements are open and close, martial arts has routines, but he also has his own actual combat experience, which is not comparable to ordinary martial arts practitioners, but Ji Feng's fighting skills are engraved in his genes , he was born able to master those skills, even the subtle changes in the flow of air, he can easily perceive - skin, hair, hearing, vision, these are all channels for transmitting information, sending information to his delicate brain , The body responds quickly. Compared with the jaguar and the big-eared fox in the wild, he has more excellent human qualities - point, reach, do, stop.

When Ji Feng threw the 1.7m1.7 to the ground for the sixth time, Ji Feng didn't move his feet to step on the opponent's chest, which meant too much insult.He stretched out his hand and looked at [-] meters two: "Are you all right?"

Was thrown down six times.

1.7 meters two, Xue Hu, he has never been taught such a harsh lesson in his life, even when he was just a soldier, as a recruit, he has never been tossed like this... His ability It was obvious to all, but in the blink of an eye, his ability and the pride he had accumulated before were thrown to nothing.

"That's enough, that's enough." Zhou Weilian finally said, he was relieved, but he had a new assessment of Ji Feng's ability in his heart, "Xiao Xuezi, get up, don't lie down and hum."

"Fuck, boss, try it out a few times!" Xue Hu howled, all the bones in his body clamoring to lie down and rest.

Fortunately, Xue Hu is not a small-minded person, otherwise he would definitely cause trouble for Ji Feng.

But this doesn't mean that no one will make trouble for Ji Feng - Ji Feng's force value is too high, so high that people think he is abnormal.

"Okay! You're capable!" The political commissar walked up to Ji Feng and handed him a bottle of beer.Before Ji Feng could take the beer, Zhou Weilian hurried over to cut the beer, and turning around, Tudou handed Ji Feng a box of whole milk.

Ji Feng pouted, inserted the straw, and slowly sucked the milk, while Zhou Weilian was drinking beer beside him.The smell of beer is no better than milk, but Ji Feng is very upset because he can't drink it.

"You can't drink now." Seeing Ji Feng's displeased face, Zhou Weilian quickly explained, "Did Lao Qi not tell you?"

"..." Ji Feng pouted, "I said it."

"Then after we go back, we'll fix everything, okay?" Zhou Weilian said to Ji Feng at this time, for fear that Ji Feng would be dissatisfied because of the beating just now - since Ji Feng himself has always been so wandering Not reliable.

Sure enough, Ji Feng shook his head: "No, I don't like the smell of beer, and it doesn't even smell good." He said while rubbing his stomach, "Maybe it will be fine in a few days... wait for the two of them to come out of?"

This is the first time that Zhou Weilian heard Ji Feng talk about the two children in his belly. Zhou Weilian's whole body softened into cooked noodles, and even his smile began to look mean, for fear that others would not notice him. It's like Monsoon has one leg, two legs, three and four legs.

"You two..." The political commissar made an intolerable expression, and turned to comfort Xue Hu, who was only 1.7 meters tall. Probably only Xue Hu could understand his mood at the moment.

However, Ji Feng's ability is now enough to deter the special forces on the plane.

"By the way, boss," another vice-captain suddenly said, "Have you ever fought with this kid surnamed Ji? Or are you two making gestures?"

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The author has something to say: The standard Sanda starting posture, the left hand clenches a fist to protect the chin, and the right hand is ready to punch at any time, GO!

I found out that none of the martial arts practitioners grow taller... Maybe it's because the bones are really grown and the ligaments are stretched soft?