"You're about to lose and you're still resorting to dirty tricks? It seems all the men of the Zhao family are the same!"

Yang Huanyun kept moving, relentlessly pressing Zhao Yan with every move.

"My brother is the real scoundrel, but I'm being sincere!" Zhao Yan betrayed his brother without hesitation in front of the person he loved.

Yang Huanyun said sternly, "You two brothers are doomed today. I'll spare your corpses because you helped me with my marksmanship."

"It would be a blessing to die in your hands, but it's a pity that I haven't had a good look at you yet, and I'm still reluctant to die."

"rogue!"

Yang Huanyun, dressed in flowing white robes, wielded a silver spear as swiftly as a dragon, driving Zhao Yan from the second floor to the third, and then back down to the first floor. During this time, Zhao Yan was shot twice more, and blood began to flow from his arms and thighs.

Although he was still teasing Yang Huanyun, it was only to slow down Yang Huanyun's pace and study the techniques of Yang Huanyun's two spear moves.

Snap!

Another shot grazed Zhao Yan's shoulder, leaving a deep wound that cut through his clothes and flesh.

When Yang Huanyun tried to draw his gun, he found that he couldn't.

Zhao Yan squatted down and tightly gripped Yang Huanyun's silver spear, pressing the spear hard against his wound as if it didn't hurt.

Yang Huanyun noticed that Zhao Yan actually smiled.

This is not a frivolous laugh, but a laugh of sudden enlightenment.

"Girl, for our bet, and to help you choose a happy life, I'm trying my best not to lose!"

After saying this, Zhao Yan loosened his grip and slipped backward.

Despite his body sliding backward, the spear thrust towards Yang Huanyun.

Yang Huanyun's pupils suddenly contracted, and she turned around to launch a counterattack with her spear, only to find that Zhao Yan's release was not just for this one spear strike, but a series of spear moves were coming at her.

The first thrust was actually a gift, as if a divine soldier had descended from the heavens.

The second strike was like a stampede of ten thousand horses.

The third shot, a flick, resembled a desperate counterattack from a cornered enemy.

The fourth shot was a desperate gamble, a move that seemed to have the power to conquer the world!

On the third shot, Yang Huanyun's defenses were breached, and his footwork finally became disordered.

With the fourth shot, Zhao Cheng managed to deflect the force, pulled the spearhead back, and struck Yang Huanyun in the waist with the shaft, knocking her to the ground.

Instead of using his spear to block Yang Huanyun, Zhao Yan walked towards her and stood in front of her, holding the spear vertically.

Yang Huanyun was filled with disbelief and exclaimed, "How is this possible? You were clearly... clearly at your last gasp, so how come you suddenly managed to counter my spear techniques with every move?"

"I should thank you!" Zhao Yan smiled brightly and said, "In order to win the bet with you, all I could think about in the face of life and death was your gun technique. So I took a gamble and created this move specifically to counter you."

"Whether it succeeds or not, I'll still die by your hand."

"I have no regrets."

Yang Huanyun's lips trembled, and his emotions became extremely complicated. After a long while, he finally said, "What's the name of your spear technique?"

"It's naturally the Zhao family spear technique, but the spear moves haven't been named yet!"

"I've got it!" After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yan recalled the poem Zhao Cheng had once recited to him, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere of that poem matched the momentum of this spear move.

"Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon, this spear technique is called..."

"Man Jiang Hong!"

boom!

“Man Jiang Hong…” Yang Huanyun’s head was buzzing as he silently murmured the name, feeling his blood boiling. His gaze towards Zhao Yan changed again, and he said, “You are truly a genius!”

Zhao Yan smiled even more brightly.

The two of them said the same thing to each other.

But they all deserve such praise.

Yang Huanyun was defeated by Zhao Yan, but on Zhao Yan's advice, he broke through his bottleneck and created the "Star Picking" and "Moon Chasing" techniques, surpassing Zhao Yan's spear skills. Zhao Yan was also defeated by Yang Huanyun, but in his desperate situation, he studied Yang Huanyun's spear techniques and created the "Full River Red" technique.

"Now, can we honor our bet?"

Yang Huanyun sighed, slowly stood up, and, having no intention of continuing the fight, said, "I lost. Now, tell me, what three things do you want me to do?"

"Are you really admitting defeat?"

"Losing to you this time doesn't mean I'll always lose to you. But don't underestimate me; I, Yang Huanyun, will not break my promise regarding the bet!"

"good!"

Zhao Yan smiled and said loudly, "Your spear techniques were born from me, and my spear techniques were created for you. This is our destiny."

"Yang Huanyun, I like you!"

"I need you to do three things..."

"The first thing is to get married."

"The second thing is to have children."

"The third thing is to grow old together."

"I, Zhao Yan, want you, Yang Huanyun, to marry me, have children, and grow old together!"

Boom!!

Yang Huanyun's head was not just buzzing, but felt as if it had split open, and his whole body was struck by lightning, leaving him unable to move.

But this time, she couldn't bring herself to utter the word "hooligan" that she always had on her lips.

Because Zhao Yan's eyes were so sincere.

Zhao Yan's words echoed in her mind, and the more she thought about them, the weaker her body felt, and a blush immediately spread across her face.

"I, I..."

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "You said it yourself, and you don't go back on your word!"

"I...I...I..."

"What kind of ridiculous bet is this!" Yang Huanyun was so anxious that he jumped up and down, looking left and right. Seemingly having no other choice, he turned and ran away.

With a sprint and a leap, Yang Huanyun jumped directly up to the third floor, flipped over the rock strata, and left Mujing Bay.

Watching Yang Huanyun's hurried departure, Zhao Yan felt no regret; instead, his smile deepened.

He knew that his words had entered Yang Huanyun's mind, and that he himself had surely entered Yang Huanyun's heart.

He understood that although Yang Huanyun had left without saying goodbye to him, she had also left without saying goodbye to Luo Ying and the others.

Yang Huanyun's stance has wavered.

All that's left is time.

She was a young girl who had never experienced anything like this before; she needed time to process it.

"Good girl, I'll be waiting for you," Zhao Yan said quietly.

While Zhao Yan and Yang Huanyun were challenging each other to a duel, on Tongxindao's side, Zhao Wu was cutting down second-rate experts one by one with a single strike, as easily as slicing vegetables.

It was a situation where one man could hold off ten thousand!

But the foundation of a second-rate master is still there. If Zhao Wu wants to kill someone with a single strike, he will have to use the technique of splitting two blades.

This method ensures efficiency, but it exacerbates his physical exertion.

Seeing the mountain of corpses piled up in front of Zhao Wu, Yan Xin was heartbroken at the loss of nearly thirty subordinates and was about to go up himself.

Chen Jiudao pulled him back, signaling him not to make any rash moves.

Then, Chen Jiudao winked at Tulip, and Tulip nodded.

As two more members of the Maoshan Sect moved in, Chen Jiudao suddenly appeared in the gap between the two members and launched a hidden weapon at close range at Zhao Wu.

His hidden weapon technique this time was even more ferocious than the previous Five Ghosts Delivering Wealth.

"A rain of pear blossoms from ten thousand trees!"

Zhao Wu raised an eyebrow, his body instinctively sensing danger, and the hairs on his body stood on end!