After moving his arm that was twisted and hurt, Zhao Qiang said scoundrelly: "Why are you fighting back?"

"Have I ever said I won't fight back? Keep going, if you don't hit me, you won't have dinner." As cold as ever.

Zhao Qiang, who had just gotten up from the ground, began to worry about his supper. After seeing Wei Tao's terrifying art of killing, if that guy didn't fight back, he still had a glimmer of hope to knock Wei Tao down.

"Everything should be done step by step, right?" Zhao Qiang argued.

Wei Tao snorted coldly, disdaining Zhao Qiang's argument: "If you hit me, you may have no food to eat."

Zhao Qiang went crazy again. Facing this stern-hearted guy, it is always useless to argue. Zhao Qiang used to like kung fu very much, and once learned Sanda with a master for two days. With his heart and soul when he was fighting, Zhao Qiang almost never lost in a fight when he was young. Do you have to force me to do something wrong? Zhao Qiang smiled hideously in his heart. Since there is no limit, don’t blame us for being polite!

After taking a step away, Zhao Qiang began to wander around Wei Tao, looking for a suitable phone call. But Wei Tao was standing there motionless, and even his eyes were locked in a distance without moving. However, after Zhao Qiang turned around for a few times, he found that he had found any flaw in that guy.

Finally, Zhao Qiang couldn't bear it anymore. When he walked behind Wei Tao again, Zhao Qiang moved silently. A leg whip kicked Wei Tao, who seemed to be unprepared. After the physical training in the past two days, Zhao Qiang was full of confidence in his strength. As long as Wei Tao ate this punch on his leg, he would even fall down even if he had to.

Wei Tao seemed to raise his feet casually, but this action turned Zhao Qiang's offensive into invisibility. Then Wei Tao turned his body like lightning and slashed at Zhao Qiang, who was losing his target, and he was hit by the unstable center of gravity. He was hit in his chest again, Zhao Qiang fell to the ground again, and Wei Tao once again controlled Zhao Qiang's chin.

After a whole afternoon, under Wei Tao's training, Zhao Qiang became exhausted again. He got up again and again and was knocked down again and again. Wei Tao didn't even have an effective attack, let alone knocked down Wei Tao. No matter what method he used, the righteous or the vulgar, Wei Tao could always easily resolve it, and then attack Zhao Qiang like a storm.

The speed is too slow! Too many tricks! These are the two sentences Wei Tao said most in the afternoon. Over and over again, Wei Tao taught Zhao Qiang to be accurate and ruthless with his actions, and to fight for one move to kill the enemy. He glanced at Zhao Qiang who was lying on the ground and gasping, and Wei Tao said coldly: "Remember, your current enemy is the zombies outside. Attacking their brains and spine is your best choice. Give up the bullshit tricks you learned from TV. You have to use the least strength and the fastest speed to solve your enemy.

Zhao Qiang was lying on the ground, his chest was undulating violently, and every inch of his body was trembling violently due to pain. He could not remember how many times it was the day that Wei Tao had been hit hard on the ground. Hearing Wei Tao's words, Zhao Qiang could only barely raise his hand and wave it weakly, which was what he heard.

After getting up the next day, Zhao Qiang suddenly realized that it was not a good thing to recover too quickly. He originally thought that he could take a day off with pain today, but he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes, he found that his arm, which was originally swollen because of being forced to twist countless times, had recovered as before.

Time flies, and a week passes quickly, and the camera returns to the ring again.

This time, Wei Tao could no longer easily resolve Zhao Qiang's offensive as usual. Zhao Qiang's fists and feet were like wind, and his moves were aimed at the vital points of the head, inserting eyes, locking throat, and his strength and skills were well reflected in Zhao Qiang. Although his movements were not standard, he was accurate and ruthless. He was no less than Wei Tao in his heyday.

Finally, Wei Tao was knocked down by Zhao Qiang, and Zhao Qiang's palm knife almost shattered Wei Tao's Adam's apple. Wei Tao was not surprised. What happened to Zhao Qiang these days can only be described as a miracle. He learned to drive in 2 hours, and he could drift the car into the warehouse in less than half a day. He had never learned a move and half a stance, but now he can defeat himself who is doing his best in three rounds. Even assembling the gun, Zhao Qiang could quickly complete the combination of a lot of parts while blindfolding his eyes. The time was half a second faster than himself.

Nowadays, except for the shooting event, Zhao Qiang is slightly lacking, and almost all other military skills are no less than Wei Tao. For the shooting event, Wei Tao did not have much special training for Zhao Qiang, because he knew that all first-class shooters were cultivated by tens of thousands of live ammunition shooting. In the absence of supplies, the best training is to let Zhao Qiang practice with zombies outside.

Calling Zhao Qiang to the telescopic door and looking at the zombies who were "chewing" for Zhao Qiang, Wei Tao said coldly: "After passing the test, you will be completely qualified."

Looking at the crazy zombies, the telescopic door has become shaky with their unremitting efforts. Zhao Qiang asked without fear: "What is the content of the test?"

He handed Zhao Qiang a submachine gun, and Wei Tao said, "Use this gun to destroy them." Wei Tao pointed at him and hundreds of zombies gathered at the door. During this period, due to Zhao Qiang's special training, most of the nearby zombies gathered outside the telescopic door, which was astonishingly large.

The telescopic door collapsed with a bang. After persisting for a week, the telescopic door finally ended its mission. Hundreds of zombies suddenly rushed in like a tide, and most of them had mastered the ability to run.

Compared with the early zombies, these zombies were much faster, but in Zhao Qiang's eyes, the running zombies were like snails. Wei Tao had already retreated and opened up the distance between them. He believed that the disciples he taught could handle everything in front of him.

Zhao Qiang did not retreat. As early as the moment the telescopic door collapsed, he held the dagger in his hand. Wei Tao only had one magazine for Zhao Qiang's gun, and the zombies in front of him were not worth shooting himself.

Zhao Qiang did not speak out. Under Wei Tao's guidance, he had already learned to keep quiet enough before attacking. Zhao Qiang, holding the dagger, rushed into the zombie group without any hesitation, just like a lion jumping into the flock. Under his simple and effective attack, zombies who were more agile than before could not insist on meeting each other.

Wei Tao stood on the steps of the office building and watched his apprentice's performance. Several zombies who were not open-eyed rushed over and were instantly cut off by him with a dagger, and no drop of blood could splash on him.

The black and sticky blood slowly slid down Zhao Qiang's hand holding the knife. The corpses on the ground proved the results of special training these days. Hundreds of corpses were scattered in every corner of the compound, and the snow on the ground was also trampled into chaos. Looking at the dozens of zombies still following behind him, Zhao Qiang looked relaxed, and he still hadn't shot at it until now.

"You can use a gun." Wei Tao said lightly to Zhao Qiang who had just passed by, and chopped down a zombie that rushed towards him. If this disciple relied too much on cold weapons in the future, his psychology would be a big problem in the future.

After turning around, Zhao Qiang stopped, and the gun behind him followed the inertia and came to Zhao Qiang's hand. There was no need to aim. In Zhao Qiang's hand, the gun had almost become a part of his hand. At such a close distance, he did not need to aim. With precise shooting, each zombie shot had three more holes on the head. After the magazine was shot, the last remaining zombie was also smashed by Zhao Qiang's butt. The inertia brought by running and the heavy blow to the head, the zombie flew out of Mi Yuan and then hit the ground hard.

Wei Tao was very satisfied with Zhao Qiang's performance. The apprentice he taught in a week was the most successful work in his life. Although his movements were a bit stiff, as time went by, the man in front of him, who was covered in blood, would become an invincible warrior.

"Assessment." Wei Tao paused, "You passed."

"Is there any reward?" Even though he killed so many zombies, Zhao Qiang still looked relaxed.
Chapter completed!