Chapter 183

"Haha! Satisfying!"

A wanton and arrogant laugh came from the battlefield on the rooftop.

Lancer leaped, and the scarlet long spear unleashed a sky full of spear shadows.

Zhao Yun did not show weakness either. The bright silver spear in his hand was like a light piece of paper, instantly turning into streaks of phantoms, accurately colliding with the sky full of scarlet spear shadows attacking from above.

"Boom boom boom!"

The roars that could no longer be counted as the sound of metal clashing played continuously.

The bright silver Dragon-Gall Spear and the scarlet long spear collided rapidly in the air.

Until a certain moment, Zhao Yun's momentum suddenly changed, his already exaggerated spear speed rose by a notch, carrying a sharp whistling sound, and broke into the sky full of scarlet spear shadows.

Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Spear!

"Jiu—"

Accompanied by a whistle like a phoenix cry, the sky full of spear shadows returned to one instantly.

Lancer, who had leaped into the air, was hit hard, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed on his shoulder.

The next second, Lancer turned and landed, his toes tapped lightly backward, distancing himself from Zhao Yun opposite.

Zhao Yun waved the silver spear in his hand, spilling a line of blood on the ground in front of him, a pair of pitch-black eyes looking at Lancer's injured shoulder with some surprise...

"Actually avoided the vital point!"

Zhao Yun praised: "As expected of Ireland's Child of Light, you really have beast-like fighting intuition. In Zhao's era, there were definitely no more than ten fierce generals who could avoid this spear!"

Lancer: "..."

Ten?

Does that mean in that era, he could only rank in the top ten?

Was this praising him, or scolding him?

Lancer's eye corners twitched, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

Zhao Yun noticed his expression, shook his head, and explained: "Don't misunderstand, the avoidance Zhao mentioned was just avoiding the vital point. In terms of spear technique level alone, you are enough to rank in the top five in Zhao's memory!"

Lancer could tell that this sentence should be Zhao Yun's heartfelt praise.

But for some reason, he couldn't be happy no matter what.

As everyone knows, those ranked in the top three are generally third, and those ranked in the top five are generally fifth.

He admitted that as a Lancer, Zhao Yun's skill was indeed a notch higher than his, and his adaptability in battle was something he had only seen in his life.

Clearly there were several times when he suppressed Zhao Yun with violent offensives, but Zhao Yun could always take them steadily, and then counterattack at the most perfect timing when he found the weakest point in his offensive.

After a collision, he just wasn't careful for a moment and got hit by a spear.

And Zhao Yun, who seemed to be suppressed by him, was still calm and unharmed.

This result already showed Zhao Yun's crushing superiority in fighting technique and fighting wisdom.

However, to say that there were still three people in the Three Kingdoms era who could be above him, he was a bit unconvinced!

"Is that so?"

Lancer said unconvinced: "Oh, who else can be ranked with me, tell me about it?"

Zhao Yun said softly: "Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, Zhang Fei, the Huan Marquis of the Great Han, and Zhao's mentor—Tong Yuan!"

Xiang Yu is fine, this is indeed indisputable. Tong Yuan, as the master of Zhao Yun and Zhang Xiu, has always been a legendary figure. If he really existed, he must also be a master of spear technique.

But... Zhang Fei?

Lancer expressed some unconvinced feelings.

Not only him, even Bai Zeming was somewhat surprised, suspecting that Zhao Yun was playing favorites and not objective enough.

"Is Third Brother's spear technique level really that high?"

"..."

Zhao Yun glanced at him and shook his head: "Don't underestimate Third Brother. Although his Zhangba Snake Spear lacks some delicacy, it is a notch higher than me in power and speed, and much more troublesome than this foreign Heroic Spirit!"

Lancer: "..."

Fine, Zhao Yun himself admitted it, what else could he say?

"That's only three, the fourth one is yourself, right?"

"Of course not!"

Zhao Yun looked at him strangely: "In Zhao's memory, how could I count myself?"

Does that mean there's one more?

Lancer's face darkened: "Who is it?"

Zhao Yun was silent for a moment, and said with a somewhat complex tone: "Lu Bu."

Bai Zeming was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help but say: "Isn't Lu Bu a user of the Fangtian Huaji?"

Zhao Yun shook his head: "The Fangtian Huaji combines blade and spear in one. Practicing halberd technique requires mastering extremely exquisite changes in weight. It can compete in strength with hammers and maces, and can compete in moves and techniques with spears and lances."

"And Lu Bu is the master of halberd technique. In terms of spear technique alone, he is not below Zhao!"

As soon as this was said, Bai Zeming couldn't help but show amazement.

Is this the gold content of the number one fierce general of the Three Kingdoms?

"Unparalleled Lu Bu, truly lives up to his reputation!"

Lancer exclaimed, then held the spear in his right hand, glanced at his bleeding left shoulder with scarlet eyes, and almost without hesitation, gripped his left fist and swung his arm.

"Bang!"

The already damaged shoulder armor shattered completely at this moment, and the wound on his shoulder was torn even larger by this action.

But Lancer's expression didn't change in the slightest, and even the smile on his face didn't fade, as if the blood flowing on his arm didn't exist at all.

【Battle Continuation】!

A rare endurance skill. As long as it's not a fatal wound, no matter how serious the injury is, it won't affect his actions and fighting ability.

"In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the world was divided into three. It was truly a brilliant era!"

"It's a pity I can't go there in person to meet the heroes and heroines of all paths..."

As he spoke, the long spear in Lancer's hand suddenly rotated and was held in reverse, the spear tip pointing obliquely at the ground, and he laughed at Zhao Yun: "However, being able to meet you in this Holy Grail War can make up for some of the regrets!"

Before the voice fell, his gaze became sharp, and a scarlet stream of light visible to the naked eye rose from the spear tip, then spread upward, quickly covering and wrapping the entire spear body.

The massive mana twisted the surrounding air, like red tentacles dancing wantonly, revealing a baring-teeth-and-claws posture.

Seeing this scene, Bai Zeming was startled and hurriedly shouted: "Be careful, he's going to use his Noble Phantasm!"

Zhao Yun's expression also became solemn, holding the silver spear horizontally in front of him, staring at the red light jumping like flames in front.

"Zhao Zilong of Changshan..."

"I'll take your heart!"

Accompanied by a sharp shout, the mana on the spear tip condensed to the extreme.

The next moment, the scarlet long spear, like a dragon covered in scarlet scales, roared and drilled forward.

"Piercing—"

"Gáe Bolg!"

The massive mana condensed into a ribbon-like red stream of light, spreading rapidly in the space in front of the spear tip, instantly piercing through the void, winding and stabbing toward Zhao Yun's heart.

The red light entered his eyes, followed by an unspeakable sense of fatal crisis.

Zhao Yun's mind shook violently, and without hesitation, he swung his silver spear, using his original spear technique—Seven-Probe Snake Coiling Spear!

"Rustling sounds in the grass, a snake coils out of the dust."

"The soaring snake spreads its wings to stab left and right, the white python turns its body and lunges at the face."

"The boa constrictor has the courage to stab at the waist, the lizard dances its claws and drills through stone cracks."

"Two poisonous snakes spit tongues, the colorful red snake's gaze is dazzling."

This spear technique was improved from the "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Spear" taught by his mentor Tong Yuan, and has seven different killing moves.

And the killing move Zhao Yun used at this moment was the last of the seven styles—Fire Red Snake!

In an instant, crimson aura surged wildly from Zhao Yun's body.

The mana originating from Master Bai Zeming formed a crimson airflow visible to the naked eye, spiraling and rising around the silver spear, condensing into a red snake as thick as several meters.

Although it was named a snake, looking at the scales and the horns on its head, there was no longer any appearance of a snake or python, it was clearly a crimson dragon!

"Roar!"

The red snake coiled around the spear, roaring at the sky.

Zhao Yun didn't hesitate anymore, surging mana flowed on his body, he held the silver spear and pushed forward!

The red dragon opened its bloody mouth, like a red mountain flood covering the sky and earth, surging forward wildly.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the red dragon collided with the incoming red stream of light.

The terrifying energy erupted at the center of the collision, turning into violent shockwaves that rippled toward the surroundings.

Just at this moment, time and space on the rooftop suddenly froze.

The next moment, the shockwaves that had been washed away rolled back, and the red light band that had originally collided with the red dragon phantom also retreated a notch as if time had flowed backward.

Immediately after, the red light band shot out again, bypassing the dragon phantom in front with an arc trajectory different from the previous one, and headed straight for Zhao Yun's heart behind!

"Roar—"

The red dragon roared and came, hitting Lancer's body directly.

In just a split second, violent energy erupted, raging on the already messy rooftop.

Whether it was the iron railings or the concrete ground, all were crushed by the red dragon shadow that whistled past, eventually turning into dust, and were rolled into the sky by the wild wind that swept up...

As the red dragon phantom gradually faded, Lancer's figure finally appeared from the smoke and dust.

At this time, the blue armor on his body was completely shattered, and his exposed skin was covered with dense scars.

A pair of hands, also covered with scars, gripped the long spear tightly, the spear tail deeply inserted into the ground, drawing three gullies—two thick and one thin—on the ground with his legs, looking extremely embarrassed.

But what was even more embarrassed than him was the rooftop behind him.

Huge gullies radiated backward in a fan shape starting from his body, swallowing nearly half of the rooftop.

Looking from above, a piece of the side building of the entire teaching building was missing, as if someone had used a huge conical electric drill to drill a huge gap obliquely from top to bottom.

This was because the battle location was on the rooftop, and most of the power was vented into the air.

If the front of the teaching building had taken such a blow, Bai Zeming had no doubt that the entire building would have been destroyed because of it!

(End of chapter)