CHAPTER 1690 MARTIAL ARTS INSTINCT

Jiang Ning knew there were infrared sensors installed here, and he could sense them even without wearing infrared ray glasses.

But unlike Fang Yin, Jiang Ning could even tell how these detectors were set up.

After all, the strongest attacker was always the best at defense.

In the past, Jiang Ning cracked dozens of such defense systems, but he had never come across anyone who could set it up as well as him.

Fang Yin suddenly moved.

He was as nimble as a rabbit when he leaped forward and swept over. Even though he couldn't detect the infrared rays, he always managed to dodge them deftly.

Fang Yin was entirely relying on his martial arts instincts!

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!

He moved around swiftly and was so nimble that he jumped like a monkey.

In a matter of seconds, Fang Yin had gone over the system's defense without triggering it.

Fang Yin turned to look back at this spot where he was standing when he got to the corridor and frowned slightly. He could sense himself almost triggering the system. Even someone as powerful as he had to be completely focused in order to make it through.

And that was just the first line of defense.

Before long, he quickly went in further.

The moment he left, Jiang Ning stepped out and headed over to the infrared sensors nonchalantly...

Fang Yin moved quickly. Although he had little understanding of this high technology defense system, he made it past several of them easily using his martial arts skills.

There were probably only a few people in

Korea who was as highly skilled as him.

Ko San lay on his couch in his room deep inside the estate. He swirled a glass of red wine as he looked at the silhouette on the screen.

"He's incredible. He is simply incredible,” exclaimed Ko San uncontrollably.

"Traditional Chinese martial arts is simply breathtaking. He is so highly skilled that everything comes to him instinctively. His highly sensitive instincts can compare to this high technology equipment. I can't help feeling impressed."

He was an advocate of technology, especially firearms. He once witnessed a single missile decimating hundreds of people in the blink of an eye.

But he remained impressed by traditional fighting skills, which were done barehanded.

"He's so powerful that he can probably defeat 100 fighters at a go easily."

The leader of the security guards standing beside him nodded and agreed, "But strength like this is useless in the Middle East. No matter how fast he is, he can't outrun a bullet. No matter how strong he is, he can't survive a bomb. Martial arts have no place in modern warfare. We need weapons!"

Ko San turned to glance at the leader. He didn't agree but didn't argue with him.

Times had changed. A century ago, bareknuckle fighting was the best weapon on the battlefield, but things had changed completely now.

With industrialization, it has gotten far easier for weapons to improve.

Especially considering the situation in the Middle East, which was nothing but chaos.

Human lives were cheap.

"You're right,” said Ko San as he smiled, "Chinese martial arts is weaker than modern weapons and probably can't outdo them at all, but to these martial artists, using weapons is a cowardly act."

The leader narrowed his eyes.

"Also, it doesn't necessarily mean that Chinese martial arts can't be used on the battlefield. Some people are shockingly powerful. Even if you have a weapon, you might get so frightened of them that you lose all courage to fight!"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.