Sim seemed quite satisfied with the reaction of the new recruits. With a smile on his face, he clapped his hands and asked Ron, "Are you okay, kid?"
"I... I'm fine, sir!"
"But it seems like my arm is broken, sir!"
Ron covered the fracture point on his right arm with his left hand, intending to curse but holding back due to the intense pain.
Injuries like fractures were not a big deal in this era. As long as the broken bone was reset and immobilized with an external skeletal medication shell, one could continue to move within ten minutes and recover within two to three days.
Then, Sim looked towards the new recruit queue and said loudly, "Who's next?"
He came here once a year for just this purpose. All the fresh-faced recruits were self-important little boys who needed to be shown who was boss and put their restless hearts down.
The new recruit queue was silent.
Ron was the tallest and strongest in his class, but he was defeated by Sim's skill with just one move, and he even broke his arm. In the eyes of most people, Sim had become a demon instructor, let alone challenging him.
"I want to try, sir."
After waiting for a while and seeing no one dared to step forward, Zhou Yuan finally spoke up. Now was the perfect time! The things you guys dare not do, I'll do them. The people you guys dare not fight, I'll fight them!
"Kid, you've proven that not all my class are soft-shelled eggs."
"Bring it on!"
Seeing someone still daring to challenge him, Sim felt some relief. At least his soldiers had a lot of guts.
"Yes, sir!"
Zhou Yuan walked out of the queue and stood three meters away from Sim.
"Professional?"
Sim's pupils shrank, his smile disappeared, and he began to take it seriously. This new recruit in front of him was not particularly tall for him, but with short hair and slightly tanned skin, he looked particularly lean and strong. Although it was just a common close combat technique, after taking an attacking posture, there was a subtle sense of oppression.
Sim waved his hand and said, "Let me see what you can do."
"Then I'll show you!"
Zhou Yuan exerted force on his foot and rushed over. Although he only used less than half of his strength, his speed was still extremely fast in the eyes of others.
"Bang!"
Sim was a military instructor and was proficient in combat techniques. He saw through Zhou Yuan's attack in the case of him holding back and blocked Zhou Yuan's fist with his left arm, then kicked back. Zhou Yuan reacted quickly, raised his left knee and hit Sim's foot, causing Sim to retreat.
In the new recruit queue, everyone stared wide-eyed. Although they were not powerful, their eyesight was still good. In just two moves, they saw that Zhou Yuan had the upper hand.
"Damn it, I was careless!"
"This kid is not right. If I'm not careful, I'll lose!"
Sim stepped back a few steps, looking serious. He had figured out Zhou Yuan's strength roughly. Zhou Yuan had more strength and speed than him, and even his body was tougher than his. He had to rely on skill to win.
After staring at each other for a few seconds, both of them attacked at the same time, but there was no obvious move.
"Changing tactics?"
After just exchanging one punch with Sim, Zhou Yuan knew what Sim was planning. Sim no longer confronted him head-on like before, but operated around him, switching from military combat techniques to arena sanda.
"I should change tactics too!"
Zhou Yuan grinned and took the initiative to let Sim punch his arm. This sparring match, he couldn't win. People were emotional creatures, and this led to social interactions being everywhere. Today was the day when new recruit instructors hit new recruits to boost their authority. Whoever dared to cause trouble today would certainly be remembered by the instructor. Although you might be noticed by a higher-ranking officer, you were still a new recruit and had to work under the instructor's command. Who knows how big an instructor's circle of friends can be? There might be a school officer or general who might salute the instructor if they encounter him. However, not being able to win did not mean that he had to lose. A slight disadvantageous draw was also good!
Sim can maintain the authority of an instructor and achieve the goal of disciplining new recruits. He can also deepen the impression of being the leader of Class Three while gaining recognition from the instructor, killing two birds with one stone! Ha-ha-ha~
With this idea in mind, Zhou Yuan and Sim sparred for dozens of rounds. After these rounds, Zhou Yuan was "forced to retreat" by Sim. However, due to his wild fighting style, when onlookers saw it, they only thought he was cool and had only lost by a small margin.
"Not bad, kid!"
"But it ends here. I can't spend all my time on you."
Sim shouted excitedly and clenched his fists, stepping towards Zhou Yuan again.
He figured it out.
This new recruit is a monster with explosive physical fitness, but lacks skills. He is a great potential talent.
"Bang!"
As Sim kicked, Zhou Yuan, who was blocking with his arms, stumbled backward and finally sat on the ground.
"Darn it, Zhou almost won!"
"But there's nothing we can do. After all, Sim is the instructor. If he wasn't strong, why would he be sent to train new recruits?"
"Zhou is much better than Ron. Ron is just a tall wimp!"
Seeing Zhou Yuan's defeat, there were many regretful comments in the recruit formation.
At the beginning of the fight, they all thought Zhou Yuan could win.
"Kid, are you okay?"
Sim was in a good mood at this moment. Ignoring the chaos in the recruit formation, he reached out and helped Zhou Yuan up.
"I'm fine, sir!"
"Your martial arts skills are impressive. I hope I can learn from you next time, sir!"
Zhou Yuan shook his head with a dejected expression.
"No problem, now return to your post!"
Sim nodded satisfactorily, then looked at the recruit formation and continued to shout, "Who's next?"
"..."
The recruits shrank their necks, and no one dared to speak up.
Translation of the passage into English for publication on a novel platform, divided according to the paragraphs:
Sim can maintain the authority of an instructor and achieve the goal of disciplining new recruits. He can also deepen the impression of being the leader of Class Three while gaining recognition from the instructor, killing two birds with one stone! Ha-ha-ha~
With this idea in mind, Zhou Yuan and Sim sparred for dozens of rounds. After these rounds, Zhou Yuan was "forced to retreat" by Sim. However, due to his wild fighting style, when onlookers saw it, they only thought he was cool and had only lost by a small margin.
"Not bad, kid!"
"But it ends here. I can't spend all my time on you."
Sim shouted excitedly and clenched his fists, stepping towards Zhou Yuan again.
He figured it out.
This new recruit is a monster with explosive physical fitness, but lacks skills. He is a great potential talent.
"Bang!"
As Sim kicked, Zhou Yuan, who was blocking with his arms, stumbled backward and finally sat on the ground.
"Darn it, Zhou almost won!"
"But there's nothing we can do. After all, Sim is the instructor. If he wasn't strong, why would he be sent to train new recruits?"
"Zhou is much better than Ron. Ron is just a tall wimp!"
Seeing Zhou Yuan's defeat, there were many regretful comments in the recruit formation.
At the beginning of the fight, they all thought Zhou Yuan could win.
"Kid, are you okay?"
Sim was in a good mood at this moment. Ignoring the chaos in the recruit formation, he reached out and helped Zhou Yuan up.
"I'm fine, sir!"
"Your martial arts skills are impressive. I hope I can learn from you next time, sir!"
Zhou Yuan shook his head with a dejected expression.
"No problem, now return to your post!"
Sim nodded satisfactorily, then looked at the recruit formation and continued to shout, "Who's next?"
"..."
The recruits shrank their necks, and no one dared to speak up.