Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1254: Never Underestimate Your Opponent

Ning Le moved swiftly, thrusting his leg towards Qi Taiguo’s face, but Qi Taiguo was just as quick. He grabbed Ning Le’s leg and pulled forward, making Ning Le almost perform a split upon landing.

Even with his leg caught by Qi Taiguo, Ning Le remained unflustered. He twisted his body on the ground and nimbly spun around, sweeping his other leg towards Qi Taiguo’s legs.

"Good!"

Someone shouted out a cheer.

Qi Taiguo smirked coldly, not retreating but advancing instead. He lunged forward, swinging his fist towards Ning Le’s face.

Ning Le narrowly dodged it.

With that dodge, Qi Taiguo was already straddling him, both fists clenched, raining punches on Ning Le’s face like a storm. Ning Ge took two punches before quickly clamping Qi Taiguo with his feet and flipping him to the side. Not pausing for a moment, he flipped backward deftly and lunged forward at Qi Taiguo with a punch.

Little did he know, this was just Qi Taiguo’s deliberate trap to lure the enemy. As Ning Le lunged in, Qi Taiguo brought a high roundhouse kick towards Ning Le’s head.

Thud!

Ning Le spat out a mouthful of blood, and before he could gather himself, Qi Taiguo’s whirlwind kick was already before his eyes, too fast to be seen clearly.

Startled, Ning Le quickly used his hands to block, but by doing so, he had already lost.

Because blocking simply gave the opponent an opportunity to exploit, once a flaw was found, continuing could only lead to defeat.

Qi Taiguo’s spinning kick halted without landing, and he slowly set his leg down.

Ning Le stood in place, slightly dazed.

Qi Taiguo didn’t even look at him, only asked, "Anyone else want to be an opponent?"

Some looked eager to try, and Qi Taiguo said, "Come all at once." He was bottling up his anger!

Such arrogance!

Even someone as composed as Cheng Jiasheng couldn’t help but remove his outerwear.

Five or six people rushed towards Qi Taiguo, either kicking or punching, each strike ruthless, maybe incited by Qi Taiguo’s earlier arrogance.

But Qi Taiguo handled it unhurriedly, toying with them as if they were chicks, darting in and out deftly, occasionally teasing them, utterly at ease.

This infuriated them even more, making them attack more aggressively. Even Qi Taiguo lost interest in playing and took them down one by one.

Before long, there were soldiers moaning softly on the field.

Watching this, Ning Le felt uneasy inside. Qi Taiguo hadn’t even used his full strength; after all, it was just sparring. If he went all out, wouldn’t he cripple them?

Qi Taiguo, not even red-faced or panting, commented leisurely while putting on his clothes, "Ning Le is right, without opponents, you can’t improve. From now on, all training will be pairs sparring, the sandbags will be removed."

"Ah!"

"Remember, on the battlefield, there’s no time to hesitate, no time to think. In battle, every second counts. If you hesitate, the next moment, you might be dead or defeated." Qi Taiguo scanned them coldly and admonished, "The purpose of training, besides honing skills, is to train your quickest reactions, never underestimate your opponent at any time. In a few days, we’ll have a real combat exercise, let me see your skills then."

He snorted, wanting to say more, but a messenger soldier ran over, telling him the captain urgently summoned him.

Qi Taiguo’s expression slightly tensed, immediately thinking about last night’s incident. Is there a mission related to that?

"That’s enough for today, dismissed on the spot!" Qi Taiguo shouted before running off in a hurry.

Cheng Jiasheng, clutching his chest, walked up to Ning Le, "How is it? Are you okay?"

Ning Le nodded, watching Qi Taiguo’s distant figure, lost in thought.