Chapter Fifty-Six: A Blow to the Fly
"Let's go. ”
With a loud shout from the Warlord Sergeant, the two men in the ring moved at the same time.
However, their movements were very different, Peng Jiabao's body flickered, and he was already like a dexterous leopard rushing out, and the two short blades as thin as paper in his hands were like two psychic small poisonous snakes winding towards Zheng Haotian.
But Zheng Haotian smiled slightly, he held the mace in one hand, and the feeling of relaxation seemed to be that the weapon in his hand was not a heavy and disgusting mace, but a small wooden stick.
The first thought in anyone's mind when they see him at this time must be that the mace in his hand is fake.
With a slight wave of his hand, the mace lightly crossed a wonderful arc in mid-air, just right to block Peng Jiabao's running route.
Peng Jiabao's face changed slightly, the weapon in his hand was short and dangerous, and he had to get close to the other party to be able to exert his true power and pose a huge threat to the other party. But if he couldn't get closer, then the weapon in his hand would be useless, even if it was a hundred times sharper.
Seeing that Zheng Haotian's stick was about to hit him, he bit his teeth, his body suddenly dropped, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, and his legs continued to walk towards Zheng Haotian as if they were equipped with pulleys on the ground.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, this person actually attacked in such a dangerous way as soon as he got started, which was indeed unexpected by Zheng Haotian.
However, he didn't know that Peng Jiabao was too dangerous because the weapons in his hands were too dangerous, so when he used his weapons, most of his tricks were also routines to win in danger. However, his style of play is indeed guided by a master, and if ordinary people encounter it, it is absolutely impossible to prevent it.
The mace almost swept past Peng Jiabao's head, and the sharp sound of breaking the air and the huge sense of oppression made the young master shudder. I was almost on the verge of collapse because I couldn't handle the incredible pressure.
At this point, he finally knew that the mace in the young man's hand was not an ornament, but a weapon that could be used freely.
He secretly cursed in his heart, there was someone who could use such a heavy weapon against the enemy, and this person's innate divine power was too great.
He thought in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all, and he was about to bully Zheng Haotian, his double knives flew in a row, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.
This person is already like this at such a young age, and it will be okay when he grows up. It's better to take this opportunity to kill him with a knife, or hit him hard, as long as he is crippled, then this life can be said to be ruined.
His eyes were wide open, his snort was heavy, and his swords were so bright that he was about to pierce into the body of the young man in front of him.
An inch is short and an inch is dangerous, as long as he can get close, this is his world.
However, just as he was about to stab his knives out, and his ears were already fantasizing about hearing the pleasant screams, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a long iron bar in front of his eyes.
"Ding......
The sound of the two gold and iron clashing sounded almost indiscriminately.
Peng Jiabao was horrified to find that his two short blades did not pierce the other party's body as he wished, but touched the body of a mace made entirely of metal.
At some point, the boy took the mace back and placed it upright in front of him, flicking his knives away.
Although in this process, he desperately wanted to change the direction of the double knife, but the opponent's mace was too large, and it shook it lightly twice, instantly sealing all the routes.
The powerful shock force immediately transmitted from the moment the short knife and the mace came into contact, and Peng Jiabao snorted. He stomped the ground with his feet as hard as he could, retreating at a speed that was no less than what he was moving forward.
He had never shown such quick movements when he had fought against the two brothers in his family before, but at this time, his speed was even faster.
People are always under great pressure to break through, and no one is an exception to this.
Zheng Haotian didn't pursue, just stood in place, looking at each other with an angry gaze.
He was also secretly angry in his heart, the other party's two knives were fast and ruthless, and they were unforgiving, as if they had an uncommon hatred between them, and they actually wanted to kill themselves with a knife.
If it weren't for the fact that his martial arts were a whole grade higher than the other party, he wouldn't have been able to deal with it so easily.
Peng Jiabao took a few steps back, away from Zheng Haotian, only then did he feel a sharp pain in his wrist, and at a glance, his tiger's mouth had already cracked slightly.
The strength of the other party is so incredible.
He jerked his head up, a hint of extreme resentment in his eyes. Suddenly, he let out a soft drink and rushed up again.
Zheng Haotian snorted coldly, it was the first time he had seen such a sinister person who didn't know what to do. At this moment, he even thought of Wang Biao, the guest of the Li family he met in the deep mountains.
The disgust that this person gave him was a hundred times stronger than Wang Biao.
With a slight wave of the mace in his hand, he had decided to give the other party a lesson that he would never forget.
A huge sound of breaking the air suddenly came from around the mace, this was the first time Zheng Haotian took the initiative to attack, he brandished this terrifying stick and smashed it towards the opponent's head.
The mace was not raised above the top, but even so, the momentum and power displayed were already rare, far from being comparable to Peng Jiabao holding a pair of short blades.
The sergeant who had already retreated to the corner of the ring next to him turned slightly pale, and he muttered in his heart, what kind of little monster is this, it has such terrifying strange powers, Peng Jiabao met him, and he was unlucky.
However, Peng Jiabao, who was rushing forward, suddenly took shape, his wrists were raised, and the two short blades flew out one after the other.
They streaked a bright scar in the void and thrust straight into Zheng Haotian's face and chest.
At this moment, Peng Jiabao actually shot the blade in his hand as a hidden weapon, such a short distance, if he didn't lift it, it would be impossible to escape the doom.
Zheng Haotian's eyes suddenly condensed, and his spirit was highly concentrated at this moment.
In his eyes, the speed of the two lightning-fast short blades seemed to slow down, and he could clearly see the two trajectories of the short blades flying over.
His feet were on the ground, like a giant mountain that had risen through the ages, and he didn't move. And his waist fell backwards at this moment.
He actually made an iron plate bridge in an instant, and his whole body was folded backwards around the waist, and the back of his head was only half a foot from the ground of the ring.
Peng Jiabao's face suddenly turned pale, and he wanted to take this opportunity to step forward, but he suddenly found that the other party's mace was not placed at random, and the terrifying stick head was actually pointing at himself from afar.
He had such a strange sense of fear, if he rushed forward at this time, then he would definitely hit his head on this mace.
The human body is so fragile that if he comes into close contact with a mace covered with spikes, the consequences are definitely not something he can bear.
Zheng Haotian stood up slowly, his gaze was extremely cold, and there was even a faint hint of murder flashing in his eyes.
There are not many people who can use the iron bridge, and many people here can easily do it. But someone like Zheng Haotian who can slowly stand up with the strength of his waist alone will definitely not be too much.
It seemed that he felt the killing intent shown by Zheng Haotian, Peng Jiabao's face changed greatly, he was just about to admit defeat, and there was a flower in front of him, and then his body flew out as if it had been hit by a 10,000-pound giant hammer.
In mid-air, a sharp, unimaginable pain had come from both hands. He screamed involuntarily, but before the screaming stopped, his body had already flown out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.
The unbearable pain and the intense concussion made his eyes roll and he only hoped to pass out.
Zheng Haotian in the ring slowly withdrew his mace, he looked at Peng Jiabao howling on the ground, but there was no pity in his heart.
He used the mace as a stick just now, and it hit Peng Jiabao's arms one after another.
The mace was so powerful that it broke his arm in an instant, and then with a gentle push, it pushed him out of the ring.
What is the fate of a person whose arms were suddenly broken and fell from a high altitude, just look at Peng Jiabao at this time to know.
The sergeant who supervised the battle gasped, and he hurriedly said, "The battle is over, Zheng Hao Tiansheng." ”
Weapon combat is the most dangerous item to assess, and although intentional homicide is not allowed in the competition here, it is common for someone to be injured.
Peng Jiabao didn't howl long before someone carried him down, as for whether to throw him out of the barracks or treat him on the spot, it was not up to Zheng Haotian to manage.
After getting out of the ring and taking the voucher from the sergeant's hand, Zheng Haotian's eyes turned and he suddenly found that the eyes of the people around him were completely different from the original.
Especially when he looked at the mace, there was even a faint fear in his eyes.
Yu Weihua came to his side and said softly, "Let's go." ”
The two left the weapon battle venue side by side, and the rest of the people who participated in the assessment watched them leave with relief like a plague god......
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