185: Chapter 185: Specifically Targeting My Strengths (Third Update) 185: Chapter 185: Specifically Targeting My Strengths (Third Update) Hua Ling and her eight companions seemed to have heard something inconceivable.
They’re from the special police force.
Each of them might not be described as bursting with combat power, but taking down a youngster—that should be a piece of cake.
“Old Seven, it looks like you’re being underestimated,” one of them said teasingly.
The one called Old Seven stepped forward, his face clouded with anger.
We just came back from City B yesterday.
Old Seven here, all by himself, took down fifteen fully armed criminals.
They had weapons, but our Old Seven was empty-handed,” said the man in a mocking tone.
“Haha, our Zhang Fan brother…,” another started to boast.
“Cough cough, our Zhang Fan brother just yesterday also took down more than eighty thugs.
Even though they weren’t fully armed, each of them was a tough guy.
Stop your bragging, let your actions speak on the field,” a man from the Inspection Department said scornfully.
“Pfft, anyone can brag,” Old Seven walked over and stretched out his hand to Zhang Fan, saying, “Nice to meet you, please take care of me.”
Suddenly, the group from the Inspection Department had an incredibly strange look on their faces.
Nice to meet you, please take care of me?
Wait, why does this script feel so familiar?
It took a good while before the group stared in bewilderment, their eyes wide open.
Frick, isn’t this the same move that Teacher Zhang used against Wang Wen?
The moment they thought of what happened to Wang Wen, the group burst into laughter.
Damn, you dare to shake hands with Teacher Zhang?
You really must not know how the word ‘death’ is written.
They still remembered Wang Wen after shaking hands with Zhang Fan—my goodness, it was confusion topped with injury.
Alright, they believed in that move.
Zhang Fan, feeling extremely embarrassed, looked at the outstretched hand.
Should he use the Bone Shattering Hand or not?
He really wanted to know if his Thunderclap Palm was powerful enough to bring his opponent to his knees with a single hit.
To injure the opponent so easily, that would be like slapping their face.
“What’s the matter, kid?
You don’t even dare to shake hands?” Old Seven’s face was full of disdain.
A coward, that’s what you are.
Yet you dare to fight me?
Where is that bluster from before?
“Take him away, take him away, take him away!” The group of men could not help but think of the line Zhang Fan used after defeating Wang Wen.
How can there be someone so stupid in the world?
Isn’t this just like setting your face down for someone to kick?
Zhang Fan stepped out helplessly and asked uncertainly, “Do you really want to shake hands with me?”
Old Seven dismissed him with contempt, “You can chicken out if you want.
Just admit defeat now, and I’ll let you go.”
“Sigh,” Zhang Fan let out a long sigh and then said, “It can’t be helped, this really isn’t intentional.”
The group that knew Zhang Fan’s tactics nearly died laughing.
Hey, hey, hey, this is supposed to be a contest—can you be serious for a moment?
Even if the opponent is presenting their face for a stomp, Teacher Zhang, could you not look like that?
How will these guys save face later?
Hua Ling was also impatient, saying, “Kid, if you’re not going to fight, just get lost.
I’m not here to play with you today.
I still have a mission to attend to after this.”
Zhang Fan nodded quickly: “Yes, right away.”
Zhang Fan extended his hand, his face the picture of sincerity, appearing as harmless as a person or animal, which couldn’t help but make Ye Yanran laugh.
“Nice to meet you, please take care of me,” Zhang Fan said, and then his fingers clamped down on Old Seven’s hand like steel claws, as he immediately applied the Bone Separation Hand.
The next moment, Old Seven’s wrist drooped down.
Old Seven’s face instantly turned pale, and a deep grunt of pain made Zhang Fan instantly respect him.
As expected of the special police, he didn’t even cry out in pain.
“Alright, it’s just a dislocation, all set once it’s popped back in,” Zhang Fan let go of the hand, no longer mocking.
Such pain, yet he was able to endure it, it was quite impressive indeed.
Hua Ling’s group looked at each other in dismay, they could only see Lao Qi’s back and not his expression.
“Lao Qi, why did you just let him walk away?” Hua Ling asked with a frown.
After a while, when they saw that Lao Qi made no move, they hurried over.
Upon seeing Lao Qi’s dislocated wrist, they all inhaled sharply.
How did it get in the blink of an eye?
“Don’t move, Lao Qi,” one person said.
Then they grabbed Lao Qi’s wrist, yanked it hard, and quickly pushed it.
Lao Qi bit down on his teeth, sucked in the cold air, held his hand, and squatted on the ground.
“You haven’t dishonored the special police,” Zhang Fan said indifferently.
“Kid, you’re playing dirty,” someone yelled.
Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed, and then he raised his hand, bent down sharply, and with his palm like a knife, sliced the ground.
Immediately, the bluestone pavement cracked, especially where Zhang Fan’s palm made contact, the stone shattered.
Witnessing this scene, everyone gasped.
Whether it was from the Inspection Department or Hua Ling’s side, everyone was stunned.
“Who’s next?” Zhang Fan stood up, his eyes sharp like a blade, coldly looking at Hua Ling and the others.
In that instant, there was silence.
Hua Ling’s gaze was extremely solemn, and it was a long time before he nodded, “Fine, you’ve won this round.
Now, let me take you on.”
“Compete in what?” Zhang Fan said coldly, curious to see what these people were capable of.
“First round, weight-bearing cross-country, second round, live-fire shooting, third round, capturing.”
“Hahahaha!” People from the Inspection Department burst into laughter once again.
Even the girls laughed until they were shaking.
Heaven, what did I just hear?
This guy dares to compete in capturing with Teacher Zhang?
Didn’t they see that guy’s wrist get dislocated in a second, and damn, you still have the guts to challenge?
However, someone soon curbed their laughter, “Aren’t you guys bullying too much?
Weight-bearing cross-country, live-fire shooting, these are the special police’s bread and butter, how can we compete?”
If it were about fighting, they wouldn’t worry at all, but weight-bearing cross-country and live-fire shooting, damn it, as special police, don’t you train with weights every day?
If you’re not a sharpshooter, do you even have the nerve to call yourself special police?
Hua Ling thought for a moment, then spoke again, “I’ll bear the weight, he won’t.
Live-fire shooting, ten shots, if he can score eighty points, he wins, how about that?”
Ye Yanran’s smile bloomed beautifully.
Weight-bearing cross-country?
Had she not climbed ten kilometers up a mountain with Zhang Fan bearing 20kg weights, why would she have asked Zhang Fan to save the day?
Not bearing weight, huh, 47.195 kilometers, a run exceeding marathon distance, let’s see you not run to death.
As for capturing, Zhang Fan knows the Bone Separation Hand which is the originator of capturing skills, and you still dare to compete with him?
“Best two out of three, what do you say?” Hua Ling suggested.
“Deal, let’s go with that,” Ye Yan agreed straight away.
“Captain Ye, please think thrice,” people from the Inspection Department yelled anxiously.
They knew Zhang Fan was just a high school student; damn, has he even touched a gun before?
Even if he’s certain to win at capturing, he’s bound to lose the first two rounds.
“Ah, always picking on my strengths,” Zhang Fan sighed with feigned helplessness.
Sorry, I have the Reproduction Potion, big brother.