Chapter 17 My Life Is All About Waves

Chang Lang was tired and lay on the ground and didn't want to move, he fought with them just now, although he beat them all down, but he was also tired to death, especially when the last move was made, so that his last strength was exhausted. Chang Lang rested for a long time www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion, and saw that other people had begun to find someone to practice with each other, although the knife skills were all available, but there was no such indomitable momentum, Chang Lang couldn't help but call them all over, and said: "I see that everyone's knife skills are beginning to be familiar, let me talk about it, this set of knife techniques, Zhao Baihu also said, is a combat skill in the army, so the emphasis is on the courage to move forward, can not care about other things, on the battlefield either you die or I die, So everyone has to have a desperate momentum to overwhelm each other. Those who can't be timid don't dare to step forward. Let me practice the knife technique, you can see the difference between my knife technique and your knife technique, and see if it is the momentum and courage I talked about. ”

After Chang Lang finished speaking, he began to practice by himself, although he didn't have much strength on his body, but the momentum was indeed moving forward, and everyone was secretly shocked in their hearts, if they were against each other, it was estimated that they would not hurt the other party, and they would be hacked to death by the other party.

Seeing Chang Lang practicing sword techniques there, Zhao Baihu opened his closed eyes and said in shock: "I didn't expect this kid's talent to be so outstanding, and he comprehended the momentum of sword skills so quickly, although it is a simple military combat skill, but how many people can do it, after all, everyone cherishes their own lives." It's a shame that this kid doesn't go to the army. ”

Chang Lang finished practicing the knife technique, looking at everyone's thoughtful looks, he couldn't help nodding secretly, they are not stupid, as long as they mention it a little, they can comprehend it, but whether they can do it depends on their own.

"Boss, it's time to eat."

Chang Lang looked at the dishes on the table, and thought that in a few days it would be their agreed competition, so he said: "According to our agreement, tomorrow will be our competition, last time it was Wang Ke, I don't know who it is this time, which of you will fight with me."

When everyone heard this, they immediately began to say, "Boss, don't participate this time, you just abused us all today, and if someone confronts you tomorrow, won't you lose the game directly, or you will be our referee, how about it." ”

Chang Lang thought for a while and jokingly said: "It's so good, what we agreed is that if you don't accept me, you can go up."

Wang Ke said with a smile: "Boss, we will all obey you, but this time I will not be the penultimate one, Wang Lang, I have long seen that you are unhappy, and we will practice tomorrow."

Wang Lang said: "Lianlian, who is afraid of whom, I'm afraid that you can't beat me and I'm the penultimate one." You'll be waiting for us for another week. ”

Chang Lang took over the topic and said: "Okay, then it's decided, tomorrow you draw lots, Wang Ke and Wang Lang will fight alone, and there will be a bye to see who is lucky." I'll talk to Zhao Baihu tomorrow. ”

Early the next morning, Chang Lang went to Zhao Baihu's residence to discuss today's martial arts competition with her, Zhao Baihu readily agreed, and decided to go and see, if anyone is the first, he will be arranged to be Chang Lang's deputy and be a vice captain.

After Chang Lang came back, he told everyone about Zhao Baihu's decision, and everyone geared up to prepare for a big battle, but they couldn't beat Chang Lang, and it was not bad to be a vice captain.

After breakfast, Chang Lang led everyone to the martial arts arena, took out the bamboo sticks prepared in advance, and said: "Come on, let's draw one, there are five groups of numbers on it, whoever draws the same is the opponent, let's start."

Everyone began to draw lots, looked at their numbers, and they all showed up.

Chang Lang looked at the number, glanced at everyone again, and knew that their strength in the battle was about the same, so he said: "Come on, Wang Ke, Wang Lang, you two go first, Wang Ke, don't let me lose face, I'm very optimistic about you."

Wang Ke said: "Boss, don't worry, see how I abuse this kid."

Wang Lang said unconvinced: "Say big things, who wouldn't, if you want to win me, let me see your methods."

Chang Lang was afraid that the two of them would be angry, so he said: "Everyone is a brother, just stop at the point, don't hurt the other party, if anyone kills, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people, okay, you guys go up." Chang Lang talked to the two of them for a while, then withdrew from the field and vacated the venue to them. Chang Lang saw Zhao Baihu coming in, so he ran to Zhao Baihu's side, found a stool and sat down, and asked in a low voice: "Zhao Baihu, do you think which of the two of them will win?"

Zhao Baihu said: "It's hard to say, although Wang Ke has a little less strength than Wang Lang, but he has a kind of tenacity, which of the two of them will be able to be a person, it depends on their own." After Zhao Baihu finished speaking, he began to look at the competition on the stage, and seeing that Zhao Baihu was not speechless, Chang Lang shut up and watched the competition, although the strength of the two of them was not as good as his own, but Chang Lang wanted to see what he should do if he was in that position, and what others would do.

The battle between Wang Ke and Wang Lang in the stands, as Zhao Baihu said, Wang Ke and Wang Lang fought against each other, knowing that his strength was not as good as Wang Lang, Wang Ke learned from Chang Lang and began to fight guerrilla warfare. Although they all had anger in their hearts, what reporter Chang Lang began to say, so the two of them did not kill and forced people to a dead end.

Chang Lang thought to himself in his heart, "It seems that I want to get them some knives for martial arts, if this is a real knife and a real gun, if you are accidentally injured, it is estimated that Zhao Baihu's face will not look good, when will you find Zhao Baihu when you are free, and get some knives that have not been opened, so that you are not afraid that they will be injured." ”

Chang Lang lowered his head and thought, seeing that Zhao Baihu was staring at the stage, for fear of any accidents, so he told Zhao Baihu his thoughts, Zhao Baihu readily agreed with Chang Lang's statement, and said, "Okay, I'll get it for you next time."

Chang Lang knew that Zhao Baihu agreed, so he paid attention to the movement on the stage, knowing that this competition was about to end, Wang Ke began to fall into the disadvantage, Chang Lang couldn't help but sweat for him, but there was no movement on his face.

Wang Ke rolled to the ground, dodged an oblique slash that Wang Lang had just opened, quickly got up, and saw that Wang Lang was the same as himself, his strength was almost exhausted, so he quickly got close to his body and began to enter the close combat, taking advantage of Wang Lang's distraction, taking the lead in attacking, the knife in his right hand provoked Wang Lang's knife, and his left hand quickly attacked, directly knocked Wang Lang unconscious, and won the competition.