God-Level Special Forces Soldier-Chapter 562 - 559: Framing and Slander

Then, an unbelievable scene appeared. Just as Yang Qiang’s light palm strike landed on Duan Xiaotian, after briefly stiffening, the latter suddenly collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud.

In an instant, over a hundred people present, with more than two hundred eyes, stared incredulously, as if they’d seen a ghost, plunging the scene into a prolonged silence.

"You must have planned this with Yang Qiang from the beginning, right?" Yu Ningxue was the first to react. He finally understood why Xiao Tian had been so calmly composed! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"How do you figure that?" Xiao Tian asked with interest.

"If you hadn’t coordinated with Yang Qiang beforehand, there’s no way he could have reacted so quickly." Yu Ningxue analyzed calmly, "This also explains why Yang Qiang seemed to be failing under Duan Xiaotian earlier; he was actually quietly accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to explode, and that opportunity was the moment you spoke."

"Continue!" Xiao Tian looked at Yu Ningxue with an encouraging gaze.

"There’s another advantage to doing this—it confuses the opponent, making them careless," Yu Ningxue said. "Finally coming with an unexpected move, how can the opponent have a reason not to lose in such a surprised state?!"

"Well said!"

Xiao Tian’s praise made Yu Ningxue happy, but he soon heard Xiao Tian casually throw out another question: "Then how did Yang Qiang render his opponent powerless with just one palm strike?"

Yu Ningxue furrowed his brows; indeed, this was somewhat puzzling...

In fact, when Duan Xiaotian collapsed in front of Yang Qiang, Yang Qiang himself was bewildered, only able to look at his own hand in astonishment, wondering how something so unbelievable could have happened.

As the person who made the move, Yang Qiang was extremely aware of the force in his palm strike, and it’s no exaggeration to say that even someone as weak as Chang Wenjie could have completely endured it.

And choosing to strike with the palm, which was not Yang Qiang’s specialty, was purely to accurately execute Xiao Tian’s instruction.

It’s important to note that the surface area of a fist and a palm strike are vastly different.

Moreover, Xiao Tian merely instructed to strike below the opponent’s heart, and since Yang Qiang wasn’t an expert in vital points, he opted for a wider-coverage palm strike.

Yet he didn’t expect that such a palm strike would cause such a terrifying level of harm!

...

Meanwhile, after pondering for a while, Yu Ningxue gave his answer: "I’m not entirely sure, but it seems that Yang Qiang might have hit the opponent’s pressure point or something?"

"Smart!" Xiao Tian immediately kissed Yu Ningxue’s cheek and then added, "Even though it’s not completely correct, you can’t be blamed!"

"Impossible!"

A shout echoed through the training ground, Zhou Huchen roared, "You must have used some devious method; otherwise, how could he have won in such a bizarre manner?"

Seeing his hoarse cries not garnering much attention, Zhou Huchen continued, "Everyone think, with the way that man just struck and his awkward posture, how could just one palm strike cause Duan Xiaotian to collapse?!"

Seeing his words finally sparking discussions among those present, Zhou Huchen threw out his hypothesis again, "Therefore, he must have had something in his hand, like concealed poisonous silver needles or some discreet weapon!"

"Concealed weapon?"

Zhou Huchen’s bold deduction instantly ignited the atmosphere in the field. If it was merely a friendly match, then everyone’s skills would be the focal point.

But if someone resorted to such sinister tactics to win, then the nature of the event would turn extremely vile.

Seeing things potentially spiral out of control, Zong Jian hurriedly stepped in to mediate, "Alright, alright, everyone disperse. We’ll investigate this matter and provide an explanation!"

With the words of the senior leader, the special forces team, although rather indignant, had to unconditionally obey the superior’s orders, as is fundamental, and thus began preparing to leave.

"Wait!"

Zhou Huchen stopped the special forces team’s departure, saying, "This matter can’t be left unresolved. Intentional harm to others, as a police officer, this is knowingly breaking the law."

Seeing the other side not only refusing to acknowledge their victory but also wanting to unfairly label them, Yang Qiang and the others began to feel quite agitated.

As you requested for a duel, now that we’ve won, not only do you not accept the result, but you want to accuse us of breaking the law—does such logic exist in the world?!

Similarly displeased was Zong Jian, whom Zhou Huchen had confronted. It was no longer a matter of face but rather a challenge to his authority as a leader, an act Zong Jian definitely couldn’t permit.

"I recall that Duan Xiaotian had just commented on the lack of hierarchy awareness among others. So, as an instructor, Zhou Huchen, tell me, who is whose superior and subordinate between us?"

Pointed out by Zong Jian, Zhou Huchen’s expression turned extremely unsightly, yet he still squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Of course, you are the superior!"

Zong Jian didn’t relent, "Then who should be led by whom?"

"I, I..."

Zhou Huchen stammered for a long time, in a somewhat flustered manner, asked, "I don’t understand the relationship between them and you. Now our special forces member is lying on the ground, why do you protect outsiders like them?!"

Upon hearing this, even Zong Jian hesitated to respond casually, as Xiao Tian and others would eventually return to Shanghai, while he would continue his tenure at the provincial office.

This longtime official, cautious for most of his career, definitely didn’t want to offend all his subordinates right before retirement—a major reason for Zong Jian’s recent gentleness toward his underlings!

But now, with the situation at this point, Zong Jian was somewhat hesitant. Would letting things proceed so liberally arouse dissatisfaction from the young master of the Zhong Family?

Xiao Tian, after all, wasn’t one to enjoy putting others in difficult positions, and Zong Jian speaking up for them was already appreciated by him.

Seeing the elderly man’s dilemma, Xiao Tian smirked and remarked, "Seems like if a mouse spends enough time with cats, it’ll start to believe it’s a cat too!"

Everyone was baffled by Xiao Tian’s cryptic comment.

However, that brief sentence caused Zhou Huchen’s heart to skip a beat, and his body visibly trembled: "You, what do you mean?"

Everyone present, being hardened veterans of the police world, quickly sensed Zhou Huchen’s strange behavior and his evident anxiety, beginning to harbor suspicions.

"What do you mean, you really don’t understand?"

Xiao Tian’s smile grew thicker, yet increasingly icy...