"I lost? How is that possible? How could I, a martial artist of the Houtian Third Layer, lose to Lin Feng, a kid who only knows simple military boxing?"
Clutching his slightly aching belly, the guard Tan Qiyuan felt incredibly aggrieved inside. However, without a doubt, he was indeed the first to be brought down by Lin Feng. This made him feel extremely stifled. He believed that if it were on the battlefield, he could have subdued and killed Lin Feng with a single move. Yet, he ended up being taken down by a fluke.
But as a soldier, losing meant losing, and despite feeling unjustified, Tan Qiyuan had no choice but to get up from the ground, walk over to Lin Feng, cup his hands, and admit defeat, "Young hero, you've won."
"I yield! I yield! Brother Tan, it was just by chance. Who knew that the military boxing I learned in military training was so powerful? It even took down a special forces soldier like you, though I also ended up falling on my butt."
