Chapter 202 The quality of this knife is a bit poor
A sarcastic voice came from afar. Chen Jue, Liu Chengdong and Mr. Zhong turned around and saw a tall and strong middle-aged man walking towards them like a meteor.
The middle-aged man was wearing a forest green training suit. He had a square face, an aquiline nose, sharp and bright eyes, and a serious expression. There was a bit of scrutiny and arrogance in his eyes. He gave people a tough and imposing feeling as soon as he appeared.
Chen Jue could see that the opponent's walking steps were mixed with the shadows of Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bagua, and that the opponent's shoulders and elbows were unusually strong. It was obvious that he had received regular training in the recoil of gunfire, and was an expert in both gunfighting and shooting.
Apart from that, the other party also had a disciplined temperament, and the words "foreign master" immediately popped up in Chen Jue's mind.
"Comrade Chen Jue, let me introduce you. This is the base's specially invited candidate instructor Zhang Feipeng, Instructor Zhang." Liu Chengdong stepped forward to introduce, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.
As for Zhang Feipeng, he didn't reply, but said to Chen Jue bluntly: "I know you, the one who won the first place in the competition last year by chance, the Chen Jue who practices the southern small boxing style. I heard that Li Xiang was defeated by you in three moves before, but I didn't believe it. Now that I have met a young man like you, I know what arrogance is. Li Xiang's martial arts skills have indeed declined a lot after he returned home to retire. He actually lost to an outsider like you who has no common sense at all. It's really..."
"The carrying capacity of rockets is extremely limited, let alone a half-ton trolley. Adding a few hundred kilograms can help deliver a batch of ammunition supplies."
"Don't think you are invincible just because you have practiced a little Kung Fu. Don't think you are invincible and want to learn Li Yuanba's skills. What era is it now? No matter how high your Kung Fu skills are, you can still be defeated with just one shot."
"A folk unconventional person like you has also been absorbed into the base... Chief Liu, Mr. Zhong, is there really no better candidate?" Zhang Feipeng said as he glanced at Liu Chengdong and Mr. Zhong standing beside him, with some dissatisfaction in his eyes.
"Instructor Zhang, you're too polite. Comrade Chen Jue is currently the only special candidate and is also the one scheduled to be among the first batch of people to land on the moon." Liu Chengdong said helplessly. He knew the temper of Instructor Zhang. Those first-level candidates who were selected were basically scolded by him. He was extremely harsh to the candidates under him.
However, the first-level candidates had great respect and faith in Instructor Zhang, because he was a real talent with superb marksmanship and martial arts.
"Special grade?"
"It's him!" Zhang Feipeng snorted when he heard that. In his opinion, Chen Jue looked flabby, like , and didn't look like the top expert from the competition at all. And the illogical words he just said made him look down on him even more.
However, Chen Jue was calm. As a true saint, he would not get angry easily for such a low-level provocation. Instead, he thought about leaving a thought for this imperial master, letting him know what it meant that there are always people better than you. He said calmly, "Your name is Zhang Feipeng, right? Although you have practiced martial arts to perfection, and your walking, sitting and lying are all based on the practice of standing meditation, your heart is not pure enough, and you are not confident enough in martial arts. You can only barely pass the threshold if you want to restrain your qi and blood and obtain the golden elixir of martial arts."
"Your skill of keeping the Qi and blood on the soles of your feet should be the skill of Baguazhang, mixed with some Xingyi and Tai Chi stances."
"From what you said, it seems that you know Master Li Xiang. Although he is a little older than you, you are no match for him in a real fight."
"Among those so-called folk warriors I know, at least seven or eight of them are better than you. If someone like you comes out to be an instructor... wouldn't that be misleading the students?"
As he spoke, Chen Jue stretched out two fingers and flicked the Tang sword in his hand. With a loud clang, the sound of Chen Jue's fingers tapping the sword could be heard throughout the testing area.
Mr. Zhong and Liu Chengdong, who were standing nearby, were frightened by the loud noise and subconsciously covered their ears with their hands.
When Zhang Feipeng saw this, his originally arrogant and playful expression suddenly turned into a look of surprise.
"Make the knife pop out with such a sound?"
"How much finger strength is required?" Zhang Feipeng's eyes bulged and his face turned red. He was obviously shocked by the skill that Chen Jue had just displayed. He was flustered and couldn't control the blood on the soles of his feet, which rushed to his face.
Chen Jue was somewhat surprised at the quality of the Tang sword in his hand, which was made of a special alloy. It was shattered by his finger. If it was a sword made of ordinary alloy steel, it would have been broken into two pieces long ago.
"There's something special about the material of this special alloy!"
"It's light and strong..." Chen Jue had ignored Zhang Feipeng opposite him and focused his attention on the Tang sword in his hand. He pinched both sides of the blade with his hands and bent it hard. The originally straight and hard sword in his hand turned into a semi-circular arc like a soft and flexible tape measure.
The next second, there was a loud "bang" that made one's teeth ache. The blade of the Tang sword broke in Chen Jue's hand like a piece of chopsticks. A burst of gray smoke came out from the broken part of the blade. It was the excessive force that caused the metal to break and fine dust splashed out from the fracture.
Seeing this scene, not only Mr. Zhong and Liu Chengdong widened their eyes, but even Zhang Feipeng, who had just spoken rudely and questioned Chen Jue, had an expression of disbelief.
As a specially invited instructor at this base, Zhang Feipeng had personally tried out the weapons made of special alloys in the base. Each one of them was indestructible and could not be easily destroyed by mortal flesh and blood.
A broken Tang sword like the one in Chen Jue's hand would only be broken if it was placed under a hydraulic press and continuously pressurized to a weight of several tons.
However, even a Tang sword made of such a special alloy was as easy as folding chopsticks in Chen Jue's hand!
Seeing Chen Jue's calm expression, it was obvious that it was effortless.
Break a specially made alloy Tang sword with bare hands?
How much strength does it take?
How much explosive power?
Is this possible through martial arts training?
Could it be that this guy has eaten a hydraulic press in his stomach?
Countless absurd thoughts flashed through the minds of the three people.
"Mr. Zhong, Director Liu, I'm sorry! I accidentally used a little force and broke the knife."
"It seems that the quality of this special alloy material... is barely good, but it still needs to be improved." Chen Jue put the broken Tang sword back on the table and said calmly.
Liu Chengdong looked at Mr. Zhong in disbelief, then swallowed and said, "No... It's okay. It's just a test piece. You can break it at will. There are plenty of them in the base. And Comrade Chen Jue, your suggestions are also very valuable. I will mention it to the equipment department later. They should continue to strengthen the materials."
As for Zhang Feipeng, his whole body was stiff at this moment. He no longer had the arrogance he had before coming. Instead, he had a serious look on his face. He re-examined the flabby young man in front of him, pursed his slightly dry lips and said, "Sorry... Comrade Chen Jue, I take back my previous offensive words..."
"Don't! I still admire your rebellious and arrogant look just now."
"It's normal for a master to be a little arrogant."
"Didn't you say that no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can still knock him down with one shot?"
"Let's go to the training ground and try out your marksmanship to see if you're really that good. If you can knock me down with one shot, I'll give you my qualification as a special candidate." Chen Jue raised his hand to interrupt the other party's words that were trying to ease the atmosphere, grabbed a pistol on the table and threw it to Zhang Feipeng.
Then, in the other party's doubtful eyes, he strode into the training ground for testing weapons, with a graceful and elegant posture, as light as a fairy, without even turning his head back.
