Chapter 12. I'm a Genius.

"Why do I need to learn how to fight? Won't pointing a gun at their heads work? I can box. If I hadn't become a cop, I might have been a lightweight champion long ago. Noa... N, I'll show you some moves. Give me a minute, and I'll beat him to his knees."

J said while moving his arms and legs and looking at the alien in front of them. 'Does he think he can just beat me down because he's tall? I've caught more than one criminal taller than me.'

"Agent J, you seem quite confident. Let's hope you remain the same after the next few seconds." The opponent alien's shirt suddenly burst open, revealing four arms.

"WTF! Now that's cheating! ... Watch the face! Watch the face!"

In less than 10 seconds, Simon had pinned J's body down with two of his arms while his two other arms were punching J's face.

"You're not as strong as you said. Just this much, and you want to join the M.I.B.? N, it's your turn. Come on, let's see what you got."

All four of the alien's hands were pointing at Noah. 'After teaching these newbies a lesson, they'll be as docile as a pet.'

"N, don't let him catch you. Why don't you just surrender? I won't laugh at you." At the side, J said so, holding his bruised cheek. The other party had four hands and had a lot of strength. Even if he was surrounded by two people, he was quite fast. How can one person fight him?

"Don't worry, J. I got this." Noah smiled and flicked his index finger at the opponent, provoking the latter.

The instructor was annoyed. He had trained quite a few M.I.B. agents, and they all basically felt intimidated the moment they saw his four arms. A few of them wouldn't even speak in front of him after they were taught a lesson. This was the first time he saw someone still trying to provoke him after seeing his strength.

"Rookie. Quit yapping. Let's talk when you're done with your assessment. I hope you know more than just flicking your finger in sign language because you're gonna need it!"

The instructor rushed over, with four arms stretched out, ready to grab Noah's arms. He wanted to suppress the latter on the ground and beat the shit out of him... that was how he had beaten everyone else to submission.

But this time, something was different.

Noah rushed forward when he saw the instructor coming, but when he was about to be caught by the instructor, he ducked and slid down and slipped under the instructor's arm. When he flexibly stood back up, he swung his elbow backwards with force.

Bang!

The instructor stumbled a couple of steps forward. 'What the hell was that?'

"Hahaha… wtf was that? Was this Wing Chu kung fu shit, Noah!? Hell yeah! Go for it!" J was ecstatic. 'Too bad people had to be virgins to learn it. So unfair!'

"Wing Chun," Noah whispered.

"Wing chu what? I can still win in strength!' The alien saw that the situation wasn't so good. Just now, the kid clearly had the opportunity to attack his back but stopped. 'Then, his dodge must have been a coincidence.'

Noah actually stopped himself just now. His slide was a subconscious action as if his brain had determined the most appropriate actions.

'Is this Lvl 3's fighting ability? It's fantastic!'

In fact, when he was watching the instructor beat J, he came to a conclusion. The instructor's four hands were indeed powerful, but he still only had two legs. So, his lower body was his weak point.

Moreover, the instructor's four hands couldn't protect his back because of his joints, so his back was also a weak point. He could win if he grasped the weak points!

When the instructor rushed over again, Noah also rushed over. This time, when he made the same move, the instructor quickly turned around.

Noah kicked hard at the instructor's knee and looped his arms around the instructor's neck.

"Checkmate." Noah let go of his hand and stepped back, "I don't think you need to train me in combat. Do you?"

"Yes, you don't need to be trained in combat anymore." K's voice rang behind Noah.

He had worked in the M.I.B for decades, and this was the first time he had seen an earthling agent defeat Simon. N kept surprising him more and more.

"So, can I go visit an alien ship? Or see some alien information?"

"Of course, come with me."

"Hey, K, what about me? Don't leave me here!" J saw the instructor was staring at him with angry eyes. 'I'm not the one who beat you! Go look for N!'

The instructor grabbed J's shoulder with both hands and cracked the knuckles of his other two. "J, your friend has passed, so the special training is left with you. How soon do you plan to pass?"

"Let's see if you can last a minute; then I'll let you pass? Or you can just give up right now."

J looked at the instructor with indignation, 'You just wait! I'll pay you back someday!'

"Ah! Not the face! Not the face...!"

Listening to J's screams behind him, Noah looked at K, "Can you beat that alien instructor with your bare hands?"

"Nope." K's face was expressionless, "We're better at using weapons. This training is just to make rookies understand that aliens are not to be underestimated."

"You're the first earthling I've ever seen who fought with a four-armed Xenograft head-on and won. But you're just taking a chance. Next time, he won't make the same mistake, and you won't be able to get the jump on him. They love learning martial arts, new moves and tricks."

Noah didn't refute. 'Who says I can't next time? Ordinary people can't do it, but I can. Even If I'm still in the basics now, I just need to keep adding attribute points.'

The next time he fights, he won't have to take any chances. He'll crush this Xenograft from the beginning.

"Are you really using Kung Fu?" K was silent for a moment, then asked.

"It's Wing Chun Kung Fu, to be more specific. Well, you can just call it Kung Fu if you like." Anyway, there were so many Kung Fu schools, Karate classes, Kick Boxing, Tai Chi classes, Martial Arts classes and so on, all over New York. It wasn't really a stretch. Kung Fu was the perfect excuse for an Asian-American like him.

"Like Bruce Lee?" K asked.

"Well, kind of."

"So, you're stronger than most people, just because you learned Kung Fu?" K asked, holding his chin.

"Um, well, you will see improvement."

K silently decided that perhaps he should talk to Zed about adding martial arts training for rookie M.I.B agents in the future.