Qin Jian dodged swiftly, grabbing the man's foot with both hands and hurling Cheng Yue violently away.
In recent years, although Qin Jian's rank had risen, he never neglected the skills he learned in the reconnaissance company; he continued to train every day.
Therefore, dealing with an unfit Cheng Yue was a piece of cake.
Cheng Yue was flung away miserably, while Qin Jian aside from a swift sidestep, hadn't even moved from his spot.
Laughter at Cheng Yue's expense rippled through the crowd, mocking his presumption.
Cheng Yue's pride was severely wounded. He sprang up from the ground with a carp's flip and rushed, swinging his fist at Qin Jian's face.
Qin Jian didn't even blink. His hand shot up like lightning, grabbing the oncoming fist. With a twist of the wrist, there was a snap, followed by Cheng Yue's scream.
Just as he was trying to withdraw his hand, Qin Jian twisted it behind him, eliciting another scream.