Chapter 59: Defeating Zhang Lang, Battling Pan Hu

Piercing Wind Thrust!

Gu Han's Piercing Wind Thrust, executed with the strength of a seventh-stage Martial Apprentice, astonished everyone!

He almost left an afterimage, instantly stabbing right in front of Zhang Lang.

This terrifying speed exceeded the expectations of the vast majority!

Among the populace of Mu Shan Cheng, many are skilled in Piercing Wind Thrust.

But precisely because of that, they are even more shocked.

"Is this... Piercing Wind Thrust?"

"This proficiency is probably already at the minor accomplishment stage, right?"

"No, it's definitely more than just minor accomplishment; unless his strength has reached eighth-stage Martial Apprentice, minor accomplishment couldn't achieve such a fast thrust speed."

"You mean, Gu Han's Piercing Wind Thrust has already reached the level of mastery?"

"How old is he? How long has he been in the Military Camp? And he's still wearing the Logistics Soldier's uniform—could it be that he trained all this himself?"

"If that's truly the case, Gu Han is absolutely a rare talent; whoever sent him to the Logistics Camp should be punished!"

The murmurs in the crowd made the officer in charge of the newcomers' strength assessment break out in a cold sweat.

He used the Military Camp's dedicated strength-testing instrument.

Logically speaking, not to mention Martial Apprentices, even Martial Practitioners, his judgment shouldn't make any mistake.

But the fact is, Gu Han's strength was indeed missed by him!

He can't explain by saying that Gu Han was indeed only a first-stage Martial Apprentice at that time.

It's just that in this month's time, he leapt to seventh-stage, even eighth-stage Martial Apprentice?

Even if he said that, nobody would believe it!

The Generals aren't fools; who would believe his nonsense?

"Old Zhou, I'm watching this match; Gu Han should win."

Facing Guan Shan's smile, Zhou Kuan's eyes showed no trace of tension, likewise a posture of having victory in hand.

"Is that so?"

Zhang Lang is not merely an archer.

On the Martial Arts Platform, as Gu Han approached Zhang Lang, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.

On Zhang Lang's body, a faint golden-yellow glow suddenly appeared.

His eyes filled with fighting spirit as he stared at Gu Han.

"Being able to push me to this extent, you're not bad."

Zhang Lang suddenly erupted with terrifying force, actually snapping the bowstring with a sound!

Gu Han's Piercing Wind Thrust had already been thrust out, with no room to retract.

The bowstring and blade cut through the air, emitting a piercing tearing sound.

Gu Han could actually see his own Cold Wind Sword, its blade being sheared off a chunk!

A look of astonishment flashed across his face, and Zhang Lang already held his bow and arrow, smashing it toward his head!

"Holy shit, Zhang Lang actually using a bow and arrow in close combat?"

The surroundings erupted in exclamations.

After the moment of surprise, Gu Han calmed down, used the sword blade to upward deflect Zhang Lang's bow and arrow, but didn't cut it off.

Thus the two engaged in close-quarters combat on the Martial Arts Platform.

"Strong archers are usually those with extraordinary arm strength; they choose the bow merely because it allows them to resolve battles more easily."

Zhou Kuan said with a smile,

"Wanting to take down Zhang Lang in close combat isn't as simple as you imagine."

However, what surprised Zhou Kuan was that even so, Guan Shan still showed no tension.

Guan Shan remains calm at heart.

Half a month earlier, Gu Han could already fight against Xue Wen, who had just entered the Martial Practitioner rank.

Although he was at a disadvantage, his strength still far surpassed other Martial Apprentices.

Even if Gu Han made no progress in this half month, defeating Zhang Lang would not be a problem.

On the Martial Arts Platform, Gu Han and Zhang Lang quickly and tacitly dropped their weapons.

The broken sword and bow are awkward to wield; it'd be better to just fight with fists!

He suppressed his strength and fought Zhang Lang punch for punch, flesh to flesh.

Soon he beat Zhang Lang until his nose was bruised and face swollen.

"Damn, how is this fellow's strength greater than mine?"

Zhang Lang wore an expression of disbelief.

He uses the bow merely because he enjoys the thrill of instantly killing enemies from a distance.

Actually, his strength in the First Camp is second only to Pan Hu, who is renowned for strength.

But when facing Gu Han, he actually ended up at a disadvantage, being completely suppressed!

Is this even worth fighting?

Gu Han also rarely experienced the gap between the upper and lower limits within a realm.

Although Zhang Lang is only a seventh-stage Martial Apprentice, the strength he displayed...

Compared to when he previously rescued Gu Lin and killed those few eighth-stage veteran soldiers, his strength is even greater by a notch.

Under everyone's gaze, after a seemingly stalemate battle, Zhang Lang, nose bruised and face swollen, arms weak, collapsed to the ground.

"I lost."

He simply couldn't land a hit.

After a long bout, he only managed to land two punches on Gu Han.

But his body was covered in wounds.

If you lift his shirt, you'll surely find bruises all over his body!

If the timing were right, he'd really like to ask Gu Han how he trained like that.

Zhou Kuan had been feeling proud earlier, but seeing Zhang Lang lose now left him momentarily dazed.

Zhang Lang is the strongest Combat Soldier of the First Camp in this session.

Even Zhang Lang lost to Gu Han, let alone the remaining Pan Hu.

Pan Hu's only chance of victory, I'm afraid, is to defeat Gu Han before he gets a chance to rest.

Thinking this, Zhou Kuan hurried forward, announcing Gu Han's victory while starting to draw lots.

"Second match, Gu Han vs Pan Hu!"

As soon as this lot-drawing result came out, the field instantly fell into chaos.

"Holy shit, this is obviously a fix, right?"

"The First Camp has two people, they're bullying Gu Han, not letting him rest, right?"

"I don't like hearing you say that; previously Gu Han didn't have any dumb luck, yet he still managed to get into the top three without effort?"

"Given Gu Han's strength, who among those people could stop him and keep him out of the top three?"

"What if his fighting style is countered by Pan Hu, and he gets matched against Pan Hu right at the start and eliminated? Anything is possible, so don't speak so absolutely."

On the field, supporters and detractors of Gu Han split into two camps and began a war of words.

Gu Han didn't really mind this; luck is something nobody can predict.

Anyway, no matter who comes, none are his match.

Pan Hu, holding a lance, leapt onto the martial arts platform and stared at Gu Han with a tiger's gaze.

Before he went up, Zhou Kuan gave him a death order: today he must win, cannot lose!

Although the First Camp already occupies three of the top five and two of the top three.

But if the championship is taken by Gu Han, the First Camp's face would be completely lost!

"Since you two are ready, the second match will now begin!"

The referee's whistle suddenly blew.

Pan Hu stomped his foot, his whole body like a humanoid monster charging straight, rushing at Gu Han.

Before the fight, Gu Han had already switched to a standard long sword.

Although it's not as handy as the Cold Wind Sword, it's still serviceable.

"Hah!!!"

Gu Han gave a low shout, wrapped in a strong aura, he surged forward.

At the center of the martial arts platform, he collided with Pan Hu with a boom.

A heavy impact sound rang out, and the two almost simultaneously stepped back a few paces.

Immediately after, the two charged again and collided fiercely!