Chapter 110: Double Iron Whips vs. Long Spear

The seven people who had just been promoted to squad leaders had no thoughts at all. Within Yangguangzhai, it was rumored that only those who became squad leaders could obtain the 'divine power' of the God of Sunshine.

They, who had not yet obtained 'divine power', naturally could not be the opponents of other squad leaders.

"Old Nie, I'll come and practice with you!" Wang Sixi took out the iron whip. This was because he didn't know what weapon was more suitable for him before, and Jiang Jinshi let him try this.

So he found a blacksmith to customize this iron whip, and the result was unexpectedly handy.

Nie Fengyun had some strength, but he didn't know any moves, just waving his big knife randomly like a wild Jianghu person, while Wang Sixi at least integrated the soul of Yuchi Gong, so suppressing Nie Fengyun was completely effortless.

However, Nie Fengyun was a squad leader after all, so Wang Sixi didn't let him lose too ugly, deliberately dragging it out for two more rounds before defeating him.

Nie Fengyun naturally knew that he was not their opponent. During the time he joined Yangguangzhai, he knew very clearly the gap in strength between himself and them, and he couldn't even beat Wang Hou, who was the shortest.

The newly promoted squad leaders naturally didn't dare to go on stage, fearing that the 'old' ones would think they were impetuous and arrogant.

And among these old squad leaders, they practiced with each other often on weekdays, and they had a clear understanding of each other's strength, and no one was sure that they could steadily win against others.

Therefore, Nie Fengyun took the initiative to stand out and start for everyone, so as to avoid the cold scene.

Wang Sixi won against Nie Fengyun and provoked the crowd on the viewing platform: "Is there anyone else? If no one is here, I will be the middle squad leader!"

"I'll come!" Zhang Honghong took the long spear and took the initiative to enter the field. On weekdays, the practice between the two was the most, which could be said to be half wins and half losses. For a while, it was really hard to say who would win.

"Big Boss, who do you think will win?" Luo Feng looked at the two and asked Jiang Jinshi curiously.

"Hard to say, the gap is very small." Jiang Jinshi responded with a serious face. He also often watched the two practice. It could be said that the fighting styles of the two were similar, and even the gap in strength was not large, so it was difficult to determine the winner.

Zhang Honghong's weapon was a long spear, which would have some advantages in distance, but Wang Sixi's double whips were not to be trifled with. Whip and spear, one heavy and one light, one clumsy and one clever.

The two first politely cupped their hands, then set up their posture. Waiting for Jiang Jinshi's 'start' sound to fall, Wang Sixi immediately waved the iron whip to tear the air, carrying a dull whistling sound, like a violent iron python, sweeping directly at Zhang Honghong's lower plate.

"Well come!"

Zhang Honghong shouted, but didn't dare to take it hard. The tips of his feet pointed urgently and drifted back, but the spear tip probed out like a poisonous snake, stabbing directly at Wang Sixi's wrist—this spear was surprisingly fast, actually arriving after the start.

This was the advantage of long weapons! Wang Sixi had to defend. His wrist sank, and the iron whip changed from sweeping to picking. With a loud 'clang', the whip tip smashed heavily on the spear shaft.

Sparks splashed, and Zhang Honghong only felt a barbaric force rushing up along the spear shaft, his tiger's mouth suddenly numb, almost unable to hold the long spear in his hand.

Zhang Honghong immediately borrowed the momentum to spin, the long spear drew a silver arc, unloaded the force, and the spear head pointed viciously at Wang Sixi's throat again.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This fight is like a life-and-death enemy." Several newly promoted squad leaders watched with fear, but saw their own Big Boss and other squad leaders all looking indifferent.

On the surface, the two moves were straight to the vital points, but in fact, they could already be free to retract and release, and the probability of accidental injury was low.

The iron whip was powerful and heavy, and every strike rolled up a fierce wind, forcing Zhang Honghong to dodge constantly, and the long spear shaft was smashed to bend violently several times, humming endlessly.

The two fought for more than thirty rounds, dust flew, and their breathing began to become heavy, and sweat mixed with splashed mud slid down from their foreheads.

Everyone understood that the winner was only on the line. Whoever ran out of strength first, whoever made a mistake first, whoever lost!

"Drink!!"

Zhang Honghong took a breath, held the long spear tightly with both hands, and quickly rushed toward Wang Sixi, obviously preparing to use this move to determine the winner.

Wang Sixi forcibly suppressed the messy breathing rhythm, held the whip with both hands and swept horizontally with all his strength, like a thunderbolt!

The moment the two intersected, everything seemed to stop abruptly.

"Who won?" Wang Hou stood up excitedly, trying to judge the winner from the subtle differences.

"I lost!" Zhang Honghong inserted the long spear into the ground and admitted defeat, with a smile still on his face.

Wang Sixi put away the double whips and cupped his hands: "Lucky!"

"Winning is winning, there is no luck. I'll just win it back next time." Zhang Honghong waved his hand indifferently.

Jiang Jinshi saw it very clearly. The moment the two intersected, Wang Sixi's iron whip approached Zhang Honghong's waist first. At the last moment, he retracted his strength, so Wang Sixi won.

"Sixi, you rest. I'll try with Wang Hou." Seeing the two fight like this, Luo Feng was also itchy, picked up the long spear, and challenged Wang Hou.

Wang Hou held his forehead, a look of pain on his face. Among the few, the one he was most unwilling to fight was Luo Feng.

Fighting with Zhang Honghong or Wang Sixi, Wang Hou could basically win by cleverness, and most of the time he lost less and won more.

Only when fighting with Luo Feng was it the most painful. Luo Feng danced the long spear vividly, and his speed advantage couldn't be exerted at all, not to mention that he was still using a short sword.

Although he said so, now the whole stronghold was watching, and he couldn't lose his momentum even if he lost.

Thinking of this, Wang Hou stood up and moved his hands and feet.

"Brother Luo, go easy on me!"

"You too, hold back for me, don't really wipe it on my neck!" Luo Feng also didn't dare to underestimate Wang Hou. Now Wang Hou was becoming more and more perverted, basically aiming to kill as soon as he made a move. If he wasn't careful, the competition scene would become an accident scene.

"I'll try my best!" Wang Hou drew his short sword, his face extremely solemn.

Having to compete and not hurt people, this was a test of Wang Hou's control over his strength.

I saw Luo Feng's wrist shake, and the long spear was like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole, a cold star stabbing directly at Wang Hou's face.

Wang Hou's muscles tightened, he dodged sideways suddenly, and the spear tip grazed his earlobe with a harsh whistling sound.

Wang Hou just wanted to take advantage of the situation to advance, Luo Feng's footwork changed, the long spear had been retracted like a shadow, and then it was a sharp horizontal sweep, the spear shaft carrying a huge force, attacking from the waist!

"This is a bit bullying!" Wang Sixi looked at the scene on the field and teased. Short sword against long spear, wouldn't the shit be beaten out of him.

Jiang Jinshi smiled: "Originally, the two were not on the same path."

At this moment, Wang Hou was in a sorry state, an iron bridge bent backward, and the spear shaft swept past the top of his nose with a whistling sound.

"Can't get close at all! Crushing game." Zhang Honghong sighed, and he could already see Wang Hou's result.

That long spear seemed to have life in Luo Feng's hands, stabbing or sweeping, picking or pointing, weaving into an airtight silver-white net, trapping Wang Hou firmly a foot away. ===== CHAPTER 111 =====