After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

Chapter 690: Chapter 476 Only Speed is Unbreakable (Ring, Do Not Subscribe if Displeased)_2

It included a leg sweep and a back leg front kick.

Exchange!

As the movement entered his mind, Fang Huai couldn’t help but shake his leg and give it a try.

But there were too many people around, and he found it somewhat difficult to execute the movements fully.

However, next to him, a People’s Liberation Army student saw his gesture of slightly lifting his thigh and opening his hip and said:

"Have you practiced? Why not go up and give it a try!"

Fang Huai lowered his leg and nodded seriously.

He had already spent his military merit value, and regardless of the outcome, he was definitely going to try. He came to bring honor to the school, and in one of the projects most valued by the People’s Liberation Army and the People’s Armed Police, they shouldn’t lack presence, right?

Of course, more than anything, it was a matter of not giving in to defeat.

Ever since he joined the Troops, it was always him practicing and others watching; he couldn’t let himself be beaten down here.

"Alright, how do I sign up?"

As soon as Fang Huai spoke, the surrounding crowd turned to look at him.

A number of People’s Liberation Army soldiers couldn’t help but smile enigmatically.

Looking at today’s situation, they were about to lose, while someone from Firefighting really wanted to step in and be the bottom?

Next to him, Lv Xianzhi heard Fang Huai mention wanting to fight for the second time and couldn’t help but turn his head to ask:

"Are you really going to give it a shot?"

Fang Huai smiled and said, "I’ll give it a try."

Lv Xianzhi, dressed in casual clothes with his sleeves rolled up, was also stimulated by the masculine atmosphere of this place and felt a surge of youthful vigor.

"Alright, I’ll go sign you up! You’re in good shape, get up there and don’t let us lose our momentum! Even if you have to endure a couple of punches, make sure to take the offensive at least twice!"

With the soldier’s blood boiling, Lv Xianzhi threw caution to the wind and didn’t care how it would look if an August First Medal recipient got beaten; he only thought about how Fang Huai, with his physical ability, should be able to represent Firefighting by throwing at least a couple of punches.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding crowd couldn’t help but laugh.

A layman remains a layman; those who went up were professional contenders! Was this something to be managed with just a sturdy physique?

...

"Thud!"

The last challenging People’s Liberation Army soldier was finally downed at the edge of the ring, battered by a flurry of rapid punches followed by a heavy blow, struggling for a moment before lying flat, declared defeated by the referee.

The entire competition ended rather slowly.

It was a completely different style of fighting from what Fang Huai saw last time at the Armed Police Squadron.

Back then, though it was called Martial Arts Competition, most fights ended with just a few punches and kicks; the fighters grunted loudly when exerting force, aggressively attacking, grappling, with plenty of close combat, but once one gained an advantage, they would stop attacking.

This time, however, termed as a friendly exchange, both sides were extremely cautious, and the contenders all took a lot of hits; a match could last several minutes, and once one decided to exert force, it was like a lion pouncing on a rabbit—relentless punches like a violent storm as long as the opponent didn’t fall.

The kicks he had just seen on the same spot could break bones at the body’s weak points.

Several people had been taken to the medical room, and one had to be carried by two others.

This was still on stage; such an assault off stage would lead to at least seven days in a police station for minor cases, and up to two years sewing time for severe ones.

Fang Huai had no formal combat experience like this and could only watch and learn, taking mental notes of the more aggressive contestants’ habitual movements.

As the man fell, the raucous cheers from the surrounding crowd began to quiet down.

"It’s over, it’s over... the pride of our second squadron has lost too; we’re going to be dead meat under the commander’s training when we get back..."

"Report! I want to go up and give it a try!" someone shouted indignantly.

Just then, a People’s Liberation Army colonel, already frustrated and with no outlet for his anger, heard this and stepped onto the ring platform, sweeping his gaze across the crowd and said:

"Try what? They brought eight guys, each fought one match and won six against us, do you still have the face to try?

A soldier who does not practice martial arts does not fulfill his duty, and one without refined martial skills is not qualified! If you lost,

you should study hard! Enhance your training! Starting tonight, all five squadrons of the academy will have two weeks of night training, with additional training in combat and grappling! Did you hear me!"

"We heard you!!"

"Salute to the Armed Police Kunming Command Academy!"

"Study!!"

The colonel from the Armed Police, however, was all smiles and didn’t show a hint of modesty, raising a hand and declaring loudly:

"Salute to the Kunming Army Academy!"

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The Firefighting squad was indeed in an awkward spot, stuck in the middle of the crowd, uncertain who to learn from and who should learn from them.

Lv Xianzhi also raised his hand a bit.

"Eh? Minister Hou! We..."

"Oh, right!" The colonel turned his head, slapped his forehead and then shouted again: "This year, our comrades from Firefighting will also participate in the combat events. Who will come up to practice with them?"

In the hall of nearly a thousand people, there was a collective moment of silence.

As the crowd swelled, there were also peals of laughter.

This laughter was uncomfortable for the comrades from Firefighting.

But recalling Fang Huai’s notorious five-kilometer run and the title of Grand Martial Arts Competition champion, they couldn’t help but feel some expectation.

"Fang Huai, come on!"

Fang Huai took a deep breath, and as he stepped onto the platform with hundreds of pairs of eyes watching, he asked the referee for protective gear to put on; then he looked down at the crowd below, raised his right hand, and proclaimed:

"I represent Firefighting to challenge!"

The high-ranking Armed Police officer was smiling at first, but upon seeing Fang Huai, he suddenly frowned, feeling that the person on the stage looked somewhat familiar.

"I’ll do it!" Several people below raised their hands.

The colonel, somewhat disinterested, looked down and said:

"Isn’t there a couple of reserves from the free-fighting team? Send one up!"

Firefighting was still a part of the Troops after all, and it would be too embarrassing if they ended up humiliated by a top contender.

But letting a substitute player from the challenge take the field was the greatest extent of his caution.

Fang Huai was also quite cautious as he moved to the center of the ring to wait for his opponent.

However, cadres were already seeking directions nearby:

"Minister, shall I take those who aren’t participating in the competition to train now?"