Murong Chunhua was young and hot-tempered, and was enraged by Tang Yanhai's frivolous attitude.
But he suppressed his anger and turned his gaze to Zhao Muyun who was watching the battle:
"Captain Zhao! You promised me that if I won, you would let me go. Does that still count?"
Zhao Muyun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "Of course it counts. But what if you lose?"
Murong Chunhua puffed out his chest, with the unique pride of a grassland man:
"If I, Murong Chunhua, lose, I am willing to lead my Mo Nan Murong tribe and surrender to you, Lord Zhao, and be at your disposal! If I break this oath, I will be abandoned by the Eternal Heaven!"
His voice was loud and resounding.
As soon as these words were spoken, Li Si and other guards who were watching the excitement nearby were somewhat moved.
The Murong tribe was also a considerable force in the southern grasslands of the desert.
In order to survive, they temporarily lived under the command of King Loufan and were given a palm-sized piece of grassland to live on.
In the Battle of Feihukou, one thousand elite warriors of the Murong tribe were sent by King Loufan to serve as cannon fodder to explore the way. As a result, most of them were killed, and even Murong Chunhua was captured.
There were several cannon fodder tribes like the Murong tribe under the command of King Loufan.
If the entire Murong clan surrenders, it will divide the power of King Loufan in the grasslands south of the desert, which will be of great benefit to stabilizing the northern border defense.
A subtle glint flashed in Zhao Muyun's eyes, and he nodded immediately, "Okay! Master Murong is a man of few words, and it's a deal!"
He turned to Tang Yanhai and said, "Yanhai, you should fight with Master Murong. Just make sure you don't let him lose too badly."
This seems like an instruction, but in fact it contains a hint of ridicule.
When Murong Chunhua heard the words "such an ugly loss", she became like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and her fur instantly stood up!
He was already holding his breath, and now he felt that Zhao Muyun and Tang Yanhai were looking down on him and insulting him!
"Watch the punch!"
Murong Chunhua roared, without saying anything more, and rushed out like an arrow, full of anger, to launch an attack!
His punches were fierce and swift, with the shadow of grassland wrestling, and he attacked Tang Yanhai's center directly.
Then came the kicks and the grabs, the attack came out like a storm, and he wanted to knock down the smiling guy in front of him immediately.
Tang Yanhai still had that cynical smile on his face, but facing Murong Chunhua's fierce attack, his footwork was extremely agile.
He did not take the attack head-on, but kept moving sideways, sliding, and retreating, like a slippery loach, dodging in the gaps between Murong Chunhua's fists and feet, and occasionally blocking with ease.
He even joked, "Oh, you're quite angry! Slow down, don't hurt your back!"
"Don't hide if you dare! Take the fight head on!"
Murong Chunhua couldn't defeat the opponent after a long time, and she was angry and anxious, so her moves became more impetuous.
He felt like Tang Yanhai was playing a trick on him, and this feeling of frustration almost drove him crazy.
"You said it!"
Just as Murong Chunhua struck down with a powerful punch that could split Mount Huashan, the smile on Tang Yanhai's face suddenly disappeared!
His eyes instantly became like a hawk staring at its prey, cold and focused!
He did not retreat but moved forward, avoiding the punch by a hair's breadth. His shoulders sank suddenly, and he snuggled into Murong Chunhua's arms like a ghost!
His right hand shot out like lightning, not hitting the vital points, but hitting the soft tendon on the inside of Murong Chunhua's right elbow with incredible precision!
"Well!"
Murong Chunhua only felt a sharp numbness in his right arm, and he lost strength in an instant, and his moves suddenly became distorted.
Tang Yanhai's movements did not stop. His left hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and he threw two extremely swift punches, hitting the weak spot at the lower edge of Murong Chunhua's left shoulder blade and the ligament connection point on the outside of her right knee respectively!
These moves were as fast as lightning, precise and ruthless, without any fancy moves!
It was Zhao Muyun who combined the modern special forces' fighting concepts to extract the essence of "enemy-defeating joint skills".
We don't pursue gorgeousness, but only seek to destroy the opponent's combat effectiveness in the shortest time!
Tang Yanhai and his elite scout battalion were originally designated by Zhao Muyun as special forces in the army.
Tang Yanhai and the elite scout battalion practiced tactics like these that were designed to effectively defeat the enemy every day, and continued to understand and integrate them in actual combat.
The soldiers in the scout battalion are all at least centurions.
As the leader of the scout camp, Tang Yanhai must be the strongest in terms of martial arts skills. He is also the second strongest person in Zhao Muyun's team!
Murong Chunhua only felt numbness and weakness in his right arm, severe pain in his left shoulder that affected his strength, and an indescribable tingling and soreness in his right knee.
His body balance was instantly broken, and he staggered backwards as if all his bones and muscles were pulled out.
He fell heavily to the ground with a "thump", looking in a miserable state!
He struggled to get up, but felt that half of his body was powerless.
Especially the right leg, it felt like it was not my own.
He looked up in disbelief at Tang Yanhai, who was standing with his fists clenched and a lazy smile on his face again.
There was silence in the field, and everyone was stunned by this sudden reversal.
Murong Chunhua, who was so aggressive just now, fell to the ground in the blink of an eye!
"How is it? Master Murong, are you convinced?"
Tang Yanhai clapped his hands and asked with a smile.
Murong Chunhua lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with shock and humiliation, but more of a sense of confusion and puzzlement.
He had never seen such a strange, direct, yet extremely effective fighting style!
There are no bold and dramatic clashes of moves, only terrifyingly precise blows and techniques that can instantly destroy combat effectiveness.
His strength and grassland wrestling skills, which he was proud of, seemed so clumsy and ridiculous in the face of the opponent's "insidious" fighting style.
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