Once again, the weapons of the two men intertwined without any suspense, and the roar of steel returned, and the scalps of those who squeaked and listened were numb.

Chen Feng watched the two of them fight with all his attention, throwing all the noise out of his head, this was a rare opportunity to learn from combat experience, and he didn't allow himself to be disturbed by other factors.

In the end, it was Yeqi's strength and skills that were superior, and the officer just relied on the initial breath to make a hard top, and in the stalemate stage, his arms trembled, and the machete continued to move backwards to defeat the battle.

The officer slashed the side of the machete along the hilt of the spear towards Yeqi, and since he couldn't win in strength, he thought differently.

Yeqi had been prepared when the officer changed his moves, or he had been waiting for the opponent to take the initiative to change, and the spear was stabbed and swept away, and the machete was swung outward, unable to pose a threat to him.

The officer wanted to draw the machete back and attack again, but Yeqi didn't give him any chance to launch a stormy attack, and the gun did not leave his head, as if he had made a feud with his bald head.

The officer passively fell into a defensive situation, and Yeqi's spear looked like it was attacking his head, but there were many false moves in it, and many times he swung his knife away without the expected weapon contact, and Yeqi easily changed directions and continued to attack.

With such a heavy giant spear and delicate control, the officer admired Yeqi more and more, but now the two were still in battle and could not allow him to praise his opponent.

With the passage of time in battle, the gap between the two weapons was gradually revealed, although the machete in the officer's hand was not ordinary, but it was still weak in the face of the giant spear, and there were many gaps in the blade under the continuous collision, all of which were knocked out by the spear, on the contrary, the spear in the hand of Yeqi did not change in the slightest, except for some traces of collision, there were no injuries.

The officer's arms tingled after the multiple blows, and realizing that he couldn't hold on much longer, began to look for an opportunity to end the match.

The officer's mind was seen through by Ye Qi at a glance, and he also had the same meaning, the two had been fighting for a long time, and he also had experience in the use of the giant spear, and it was almost time to end.

Selling another flaw, the spear in Yeqi's hand stabbed directly into the officer's head in a daze, just like the previous battle posture, after so many rounds, he could still hit the same attack consistently, and the officer looked up to him a few points higher in his heart.

However, this also gave the officer a chance, and he received many attacks from Yeqi in front, and he had measures to deal with this kind of attack that pierced the head, so when would he not launch a counterattack at this time?

The officer slashed at the barrel behind the tip of the gun with his machete, turned his left hand into a fist and struck the head of the gun again, slamming the spear away from him, and then his right hand firmly grasped the handle of the knife and turned, aiming directly at Yeqi's hands holding the gun, trying to make him give up the weapon.

And all of this is in Yeqi's plan, his original intention was to make the opponent mistakenly think that there was a chance to counterattack, and this attack did not use too much strength, so it was easily opened by the officer.

With his left hand back to the bottom of his right hand, Yeqi used all his strength to bring the spear back to its original course, which required more than twice as much effort as usual at the end of the spear.

The officer realized that he had been tricked before he was smug a few seconds after Yeqi changed hands, and if he continued any longer, before he could force Yeqi to let go of his weapon, he himself would be hit in the chest and head by the spear that had been re-attacked.

As a last resort, the officer had no choice but to give up the plan to attack Yeqi, changed the attack line of the machete, and met the spear with the back of the knife, barely blocking the blow, and the machete almost came out of his arm as if he had been electrocuted, and he couldn't do better in a hurry.

Yeqi was unforgiving, using great force to press the opponent back again and again, and then drew back the spear, when the opponent was incapacitated, he waved the spear and imitated the opponent's action of splitting Huashan and smashed it down on his head.

The officer did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and raised the machete to defend with all his might, his left hand propped up on the back of the knife, and his two hands resisted the huge spear that was rapidly approaching above.

With a magnificent crashing sound, the sound was so loud that it could be heard by half of the base, and the machete in the officer's hand flew out and plunged straight into the ground of the base, and the officer knelt on one knee and blood flowed from his mouth.

Ye Qi grabbed the spear three centimeters above his head, and immediately controlled the spear after knocking his opponent's weapon away, and after establishing the victory, he did not continue to swing downward to hurt the opponent.

"It's really amazing, I took it, I deserve to be the famous 'Nandi Gun King', I lost convincingly." The officer simply admitted that he had failed, his hands still trembling, and even if he could retrieve the machete from the ground, there was no way to continue the competition.

Yeqi withdrew the giant spear and gently put it on the ground: "It's over, if it weren't for the weapon, I wouldn't have won you easily." ”

The officer didn't appreciate it, and the soldier's iron blood made him say that one is one and two is two: "No, I can't hold this weapon, but you can, and I have no excuse from this." ”

Yeqi stretched out his hand to help the officer up, and felt a little sympathy for the officer who could compete with him for a long time: "I didn't control the situation like this, do you want to treat it?" ”

"Bang Bang!" Next to him, Sergeant Joy came over with applause, and after watching the whole competition between the two, he had a clearer understanding of Yeqi's strength: "The 'Southland Gun King' is worthy of its name, it really opened our eyes." ”

"You two take him to the infirmary to get bandaged." Sergeant Joy pointed to the two guards beside him and ordered them to take the martial arts officer to heal and rest.

The officer bowed to Sergeant Joy and Yeqi: "Sir, then I'll leave first." And he departed with the two guards.

Yeqi walked to the machete and pulled it out of the ground, Chen Feng saw that the huge machete was full of gaps, obviously damaged and could no longer be used.

Yeqi gently stroked the notch on the machete, which was caused by the collision with his spear: "Sergeant Joy, give me this machete too, so that when I see it in the future, I can remember what happened today." ”

Sergeant Joy was arrogant today, and he did not refuse any request: "This knife is damaged like this, it is useless for us to take it, you can take it if you want." ”

"Thank you then." Yeqi fixed the spear and machete all on his modified machine, and then called Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong to get off the plane: "You two come down, there is no need to stay in the mecha all the time." ”

(End of chapter)