The noisy commotion involuntarily drew the gazes of the other security guards toward this direction.

Fan Jian saw Old Master Long and Wang Dajun confronting each other and muttered "Damn" under his breath.

The other security guards were also curious, what exactly had happened?

It seemed like the two were locked in a confrontation.

"Old Limp Man, the men in my Viper squad are so strong, they have a hard time holding back when they strike," Wang Dajun disdainfully glanced at Long Wuhui and said.

Long Wuhui was not to be outdone, his face indifferent: "You'd better give it your all, or you'll regret it."

"Big talk for a cripple, Old Limp Man. Don't blame me for picking on the disabled; you're asking for it," Wang Dajun sneered.

The surrounding security guards suddenly realized, oh, it was the rhythm of a one-on-one duel.

Those who had been dealt with by Long Wuhui from Wang Dajun's group immediately lit up.

Sh*t, after being messed with by the Old Limp Man for so many days, we can finally vent our anger.

Fan Jian and the others showed worried expressions. They had witnessed the strength of Wang Dajun themselves; he could easily bend a steel rebar as thick as a pinky finger.

"Sh*t, Old Master Long going up against that Evil God of Wang Dajun..."

"No way, I gotta notify Brother Lin quick, in case something happens to the old man, we won't be able to explain this sh*t..."

Fan Jian's eyes rolled, weighing the situation over and over, he immediately ran toward the elevator.

"Stop!" Wang Dajun bellowed, causing Fan Jian to instinctively slam the brakes.

"Kid, thinking of tipping off the enemy? Do you believe I'll cripple you right now?!"

Wang Dajun had long found Fan Jian an eyesore, he simply hadn't had the chance to beat him up.

Fan Jian felt his scalp tingle as he looked at Wang Dajun's man-eating gaze, although he was no longer the timid Fan Jian of the past.

But a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him; his ability to fight one-on-one was definitely no match for Wang Dajun.

"Fan, go stand over there for now; this has nothing to do with you," Long Wuhui waved his hand casually.

Fan Jian stood frozen for a moment, his face showing a look of guilt, then he gritted his teeth: "No, Old Master, this is important, I have to tell Brother Lin!"

Long Wuhui shook his head: "There's no need, I, this cripple, really want to see what's so impressive about your legendary Viper squad."

"Old Limp Man, you do have some guts." Although he said so, Wang Dajun still looked down on Long Wuhui. After all, he was just a useless man without combat power, not worthy of respect.

Furthermore, his resentment towards Lin Hai was profound, intermixed with deep envy, jealousy, and hatred. All these factors combined, it was already very restrained of Wang Dajun not to take out his anger on the rest of the world.

So, he didn't mind venting his pent-up malice on him.

"Hmph, cut the crap, Viper squad's puppy, didn't your squad leader teach you to respect other brotherly units?" Long Wuhui questioned.

Wang Dajun said with contempt: "Limp Man, to be respected, firstly you need to have the strength, get it?"

"Sigh, the world has gone downhill!" Long Wuhui sighed, shaking his head: "Back then, even the weakest unit would preserve the camaraderie of fellow soldiers, I didn't expect things to have changed like this in just a few years."

He paused, then Long Wuhui's expression turned cold: "Since that's the case, let me teach you a lesson on how to be a decent human being."

"Hmph, all talk and no action, Old Limp Man, don't let the wind blow your tongue out!"

Wang Dajun didn't take Long Wuhui seriously at all. In his view, with just a few casual moves and a bit more speed, he could catch this cripple off guard and beat him to the ground, curled up like a shrimp begging for mercy.

"Trashy unit's Old Limp Man, enough talk, either scram or let's fight," Wang Dajun was getting impatient.

Long Wuhui didn't say another word, slowly raised his hand, and with a limp, managed to pose in the most basic starting stance of Military Boxing.

This ordinary martial arts form was the most basic of fighting techniques in all Huaxia's new soldier training, having hardly any practical combat effectiveness or lethality.

Just this one movement alone made all the security guards from Wang Dajun's side look down on him immensely.

Everyone originally found Long Wuhui somewhat mysterious, but now, seeing the basic Military Boxing moves, all of them wanted to sneer; could this even be used to fight?

Meanwhile, Wang Dajun moved with a powerful stride, his aura sharp and fierce, as if he had transformed into a spear, exuding an impressive prowess only seen in a true master.

"By the looks of it, Captain Wang should handle the Old Limp Man in three moves," said a security guard with excitement, having previously been disciplined.

His colleague nodded in agreement: "Exactly, the Old Limp Man, who knows only Military Boxing, is done for."

"Captain Wang had a blazing fast start with his stance, there's no way that the Old Limp Man, being disabled, could dodge even one of Captain Wang's moves."

Several security guards discussed amongst each other non-stop.

Fan Jian clenched his fists tightly, ready to step in and take a few punches for the Old Limp Man if necessary.

"Old Limp Man, you want to duel me with Military Boxing?" Wang Dajun laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world, his face brimming with disdain and arrogance.

"Ha ha, this is too funny, actually using Military Boxing, Old Limp Man, let's start."

Wang Dajun threw his head back in laughter and casually shouted, "Begin."

Long Wuhui, without uttering a word, made his move the moment the "begin" was announced.

He threw a punch, not very strong, nor fast.

Wang Dajun chuckled, his counter-move poised and calm, met Long Wuhui's fist.

He decided to put more strength into this move, hoping to directly knock down the Old Limp Man.

"Huh? Something's off!"

The instant their fists connected, Wang Dajun's expression changed.

Following that, he felt the slow "elderly fist" suddenly burst out with tremendous force.

Thump thump thump—

Wang Dajun stumbled back several steps, his expression growing serious.

Had he not reacted promptly, that move would have surely diminished him.

At the same time, he was immensely shocked, the Old Limp Man was no simple matter!

The onlookers, however, were confused.

"Damn it, Wang Dajun is obviously showing off!" Fan Jian was livid, grinding his teeth; he thought Wang Dajun was deliberately putting on a show, wanting to utterly humiliate Instructor Long.

"Captain Wang is probably holding back out of consideration for a colleague, giving the Old Limp Man some face. After all, he's an elderly man, we understand," a die-hard, loyal fan of Wang explained with a smile.

"Not bad, you've got some strength, let's continue," Long Wuhui remained impassive, his gaze indifferent as he limped forward towards Wang Dajun.

"Hmph, Old Limp Man, be careful!"

This time, Wang Dajun shed all complacency, fighting with full force; his punch, sturdy and formidable, came down like a thousand-pound hammer, fierce and intimidating.

"Bring it on!"

Long Wuhui lifted his left arm, single-handedly meeting the incoming blow.

Bang—

A muffled sound indicated the massive collision of forces.

With a rip, Wang Dajun and Long Wuhui's sleeves made a frail noise as the fist power clashed.

"What! He's completely unharmed!"

After the exchange, Wang Dajun was shocked once more; he had used eighty percent of his full power in that punch!

PS: My condition has fully adjusted, and starting tomorrow, I will maintain four updates, striving for a burst of releases next week. Thank you all for your support.