Tu Wanhu glared at Zhao Cheng and said, "How come my elder brother's Thorn-Scale Armor is on you?"
Although the Thorn-Scale Armor blocked Tu Wanhu's internal force from Zhao Cheng's palm strike, the force that wasn't completely dissipated still sent Zhao Cheng back several steps.
Zhao Cheng staggered a few steps, then steadied himself and said, "Now that you've recognized the Thornscale Armor, shouldn't your biggest concern be how to detoxify it?"
Zhao Cheng curled his nose and said, "I've heard that the toxin on this Dark Scale can kill a fully grown bull!"
Tu Wanhu's expression changed drastically. How could he not know?!
He looked around, picked up a knife, and was about to chop it off his own arm.
But with the blade hovering in mid-air, he hesitated again.
Zhao Cheng made sarcastic remarks from the side: "You are the famous Master Tu, how will you live if you lose the hand that you use to paint?"
"Zhao Cheng, you!" Tu Wanhu was about to swing his knife at Zhao Cheng: "I'm furious!!"
Zhao Cheng quickly raised his hand and said, "You'd better not move around or get angry, or you'll die even faster."
"You, you, you..."
"Why are you stuttering? Could the poison have spread so quickly that it's already reached your tongue?"
Zhao Cheng sighed, "Then amputation won't help. Hurry up and cut off your head, or the poison will take hold."
"You bastard, I'll kill you!!!"
Tu Wanhu was furious. Although he knew that Zhao Cheng was deliberately provoking him to make the poison spread faster, he made up his mind that he was going to die anyway, so he might as well take Zhao Cheng with him!
Tu Wanhu ignored the toxins in his body, channeled his inner strength, and lunged at Zhao Cheng.
puff!
With a muffled thud, a spear pierced through Tu Wanhu's body, and Zhao Cheng saw the spear tip protruding from Tu Wanhu's chest.
Blood splattered all over his face.
Tu Wanhu stared blankly at Zhao Cheng, black blood gushing wildly from his mouth.
Upon seeing the color of blood, Zhao Cheng suddenly realized something and ran to the riverbank like a madman, repeatedly scooping up river water to wash his face.
"This damn poisonous blood! Third brother, you need to be careful too, his blood is poisonous, don't get it on you!"
“Zhao Cheng…” Tu Wanhu looked at Zhao Cheng with resentment. He never imagined that the last words he heard before he died, after being admired and regarded as a role model by countless people, would be that he was despised by others…
Zhao Yan drew his gun, and Tu Wanhu fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, ending his life.
At this moment, Yang Huanyun arrived with his gun, glanced at Tu Wanhu's corpse, and said, "You dared to be distracted while fighting me to save someone? Don't you want to die?"
Zhao Yan smiled and said, "But the result is that I saved the person, and their life is still intact."
Yang Huanyun snorted.
Zhao Yan said, "If you lose, you have to admit it. Your Guanyun Spear Technique is quite good, but I can see the flaws and hinder you at every turn."
Yang Huanyun asked, "And what kind of marksmanship do you practice?"
Zhao Yan thought for a moment and said, "Zhao Family Spear."
Yang Huanyun said, "I've never heard of it."
Zhao Yan said, "My self-created spear technique has not yet made a name for itself in the martial arts world, so you naturally haven't heard of it."
Yang Huanyun asked doubtfully, "How could you create your own spear technique at such a young age?"
"What's so strange about that!"
Zhao Yan patted his chest and said proudly, "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and I am proficient in all eighteen martial arts. If I were to use a sword or a knife, I could also create my own sword and knife techniques. However, I prefer to use a spear."
Zhao Yan pointed at the spear in Yang Huanyun's hand and said, "When I said you were a master of the spear, I was praising your martial arts and talent. But to be honest, your Guanyun Spear Technique is not perfect yet. I do have some ideas. If you can make some modifications according to my ideas, the power of the Guanyun Spear Technique will be further enhanced."
"Arrogant!!"
Yang Huanyun shouted, his expression slightly angry, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused. He was skeptical of Zhao Yan's words and said, "The Guanyun Spear Technique is the culmination of my master's lifelong learning. How could a young boy like you correct it?"
"Then I won't say any more," Zhao Yan said with a smile. "Anyway, your master's disciple is not as good as mine."
"you!"
Yang Huanyun was speechless, and raised his gun to attack Zhao Yan.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Yan reached out to stop Yang Huanyun and said, "We can fight again, but let me wash the gun first."
Yang Huanyun: "???"
Zhao Yan quickly ran to the riverbank, submerged his spear in the water, and said softly, "Such a beautiful and skilled girl, I can't bear to let her be poisoned."
Zhao Cheng, who was washing his face nearby, was stunned and exclaimed, "Third Brother has been by my side for so long that he has actually learned my strengths!"
...
The night grew darker and darker, and the rain poured down harder and harder.
The aura of the blade permeated the rain and mist, its light slicing through the rain and the darkness.
No one dared to approach the two swordsmen.
If you get too close, you'll be chopped into pieces by the twin swords, or split in two!
In the short time it took Zhao Cheng to poison Tu Wanhu, Zhao Wu and Wu Bu had already exchanged hundreds of blows.
Zhao Wu's broken knife was still a broken knife. The blade had tiny cracks and the edge had nicks of varying sizes, but the knife was broken, not damaged.
Wu Bu's right-hand sword had some chips, but it didn't have a big impact. However, his left-hand sword was bent from cutting.
He glanced at the knife in his left hand, then threw it away and pulled out another knife from his back.
However, this knife is shorter than the previous one.
The twin swords were transformed into a long sword and a short sword.
Zhao Wu said, "You really have a lot of knives."
Wu Bu said, "I have always had three swords, but you are the only one who has ever seen my third sword."
"Have you ever thought that you can only use this third knife once, because it will be the last time?"
"Your mouth is as hard as your knife."
Zhao Wu snorted and said, "It's better to be tough. So I advise you, instead of carrying three or five knives, you might as well go find a really good knife."
"Just like my broken knife, it is broken, but not so broken that it is unusable."
"I've learned my lesson." Wu Bu gripped the short sword with his left hand and dragged the long sword with his right, assuming an offensive stance, and said, "After you die, I'll keep your broken sword safe for you!"
Snap!
After speaking, Wu Bu stepped into the puddles, splashing water everywhere in the misty rain. Before he even got close to Zhao Wu, he began to wildly wield his twin swords.
Zhao Wu lowered his stance, gathering his strength, gripped the broken knife with both hands, and his eyes were resolute.
"You're obsessed with sparring with me, but you don't know I don't want to get entangled with you. To me, martial arts are just a skill; as long as I can use it to complete my mission, that's enough. There's no need to compete. I have a mission to complete; I don't have time to play games with you!"
When Zhao Wu said these words and made a resolute gesture, Wu Bu thought that he was going to use all his strength to fight him with a single blow, so he became even more excited. He slashed down with his long sword and thrust with his short sword, advancing with both swords at the same time.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu's knife did not fall. Instead, he turned his foot and dodged to the side like an eel in the rain.
At that moment, the broken knife he had already raised high suddenly came down.
One cut,
Sever ties!
Wu Bu's face under his bamboo hat was deathly pale, and his eyes were staring at Zhao Wu in astonishment, as if he had seen a great horror!
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