Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 985 - 990: Challenge the Authority

Chapter 985: Chapter 990: Challenge the Authority

Combat training is the most fundamental subject, and like shooting, it is a training content that everyone must undertake. Therefore, Yang Yi did not even need to look at the beginner classes.

In a training hall, more than a dozen people listened as an instructor told you how to respond in various situations, then had his assistant or randomly selected a trainee to perform various actions as instructed. The instructor would then tell the trainees how to respond accordingly. This kind of training was meaningless for Yang Yi.

However, the intermediate classes were different. Those in the intermediate class were the ones who truly needed combat training. For example, field operatives or special agents from the operations division inevitably had higher combat requirements.

But at the CIA, the intermediate classes were called advanced, and the advanced class was named the master class, purely for the sake of sounding impressive.

Yang Yi went directly to an intermediate class.

When Yang Yi arrived, the training had just begun.

Unlike methodical courses such as flight training, combat is a form of physical combat. Those who come already have a certain foundation, and many have even seen actual combat. Sometimes they need to improve their combat skills, so it is quite normal to join the training class midway.

The instructor was not particularly surprised by Yang Yi’s arrival.

"We are going to do weapon sparring. As everyone knows, in close combat, there is no weapon more rapid and deadly than a short knife. A silent and swift short knife is the most reliable weapon when executing secret missions, often more useful than a gun."

There were a total of four trainees, and with Yang Yi, there were five. The instructor, a middle-aged man in his forties, stood there, talking at length.

This type of combat training definitely requires a sparring partner. Practicing alone, no matter how much, is just empty form. Anyone who has learned combat knows this truth. Therefore, it is certain that the trainees will spar with each other. One could even say that being able to spar in a safe environment is the main reason these trainees come to train.

"Next we’ll begin sparring. I will point out any problems with your movements. All right, you, and... this new trainee, start first."

The instructor called on Yang Yi first, which was normal. He had just arrived, and the instructor needed to gauge his level.

Yang Yi felt that he was not in the best condition, but since his purpose for coming was to warm up his body, he stepped forward and took a rubber short knife from the rack.

A training knife specifically used for practice, soft and flimsy, definitely not capable of causing injury.

Yang Yi stood opposite a man in his thirties with a knife in hand. There was no need to exchange names. In this place, everyone might go on field missions. Even if they are from the same unit, it’s better to maintain some mystery.

"Begin!"

Yang Yi held the knife in his right hand, and his opponent in his left, both pouncing towards their adversary after waiting for the instructor’s command.

Yang Yi made a feint. His body feigned motion, and he thrust his right hand forward as if intending to stab his opponent’s chest. Then the opponent shifted his weight downwards, pressing his arm down in a defensive yet attacking maneuver.

Good, the opponent was decent. Thus Yang Yi’s feint worked. If he had been facing a combat rookie, his feint would have been pointless.

So Yang Yi’s feint suddenly changed. During their high-speed charge, after noticing his opponent fell for the feint, he stretched his body, reached out with his left hand to pull, and his right hand holding the knife drew across his opponent’s neck.

It was a passing movement, and after they brushed past each other, Yang Yi stood in place, while his opponent stumbled and fell to the ground after a few steps.

Calm and composed, Yang Yi turned around. He had won. He had slit his opponent’s throat, so, of course, he had won.

His opponent rose from the ground, touched his neck, and with a puzzled face said, "What was that?"

Unlike the CIA’s combat system, Yang Yi’s technique was a bit too capricious. Just with a flick and a wave, he had cut his opponent’s throat. As for how he did it, why he chose to do so, or what fighting techniques he used, no one could tell, not even the instructor.

So, in fact, that question was directed at Yang Yi, but the instructor felt the need to answer, though he could not.

Very awkward, indeed.

"Let’s have a sparring match," said the instructor, casually picking up a training knife. Then he addressed the other trainees, "Did you notice his specialty? He’s very agile, more so than any of you, and an agile opponent is tricky to deal with, especially when holding a knife. Because agile people are relatively weaker in strength, but with a knife, that weakness is compensated, and the advantage of agility is greatly magnified."

Yang Yi wanted to express his opinion, but by then the instructor was ready.

"Come, let’s give it a try. Are you ready?"

The instructor suddenly charged at Yang Yi, opting for an aggressive attack.

A stab to the belly, but the instructor’s hand was ready to flip. If Yang Yi dodged to the side, the instructor would backhand slash to open up Yang Yi’s abdomen.

Yang Yi should dodge to the side, retreat, or evade the instructor’s knife completely. Instead, Yang Yi retracted his belly and leaned forward, stretching out his long arms, and the tip of the knife directly touched the instructor’s throat. Of course, if it had been a real knife, the instructor’s entire neck would have been pierced. But since it was a fake knife, it simply pressed against the instructor’s neck.

For Yang Yi, this was too easy. In the intermediate class, he couldn’t even achieve his goal of warming up his body.

The instructor was dumbfounded, as was everyone else.

"What is this? A suicidal counter-attack?"

Whether it was a suicidal counter-attack depends on who’s using it. In combat techniques, elongating the body and extending the arms straight out like that would be suicidal, but for Yang Yi, it was the simplest, fastest, and most direct move. Why worry about leaving oneself wide open if one strike can definitively kill the opponent?

Yang Yi withdrew the knife and then turned to look at the instructor, not knowing what to say.

Yang Yi was not lacking in emotional intelligence, but at that moment, he truly did not know what to say.

So, amid the awkward silence, Yang Yi finally asked, "Where is the master class?"

The instructor’s expression was hard to describe. Calmly, he said, "Go out, turn right, and walk straight. You will see the first training hall."

"Thank you."

Yang Yi put down the knife, slightly bowed to the instructor, and then hurriedly left as if escaping.

Although he was not the one who should be embarrassed, Yang Yi still felt awkward. He had come here to warm up and learn something, but he ended up looking like he was challenging the entire place. All he could do was apologize and then quickly leave without ever coming back.