The road under Zhao Yan's feet is actually an ancient road, with trees lining both sides, and occasionally deer that seem to have lost their way will dart out from it.
Ancient roads should be as tranquil as a painting, not so desolate.
But the four people standing on this ancient road at this moment were either filled with fighting spirit or filled with murderous intent.
Wen Pojun's clothes were patched and mended, and there was even some dirt on the cuffs. If you didn't know him, you would never guess that he was the infamous Gun Demon.
Wen Pojun walked towards Zhao Yan over the remnants of the coffin, twisting the tip of his spear as he went, and said, "I thought I would have to fight you all alone, but I didn't expect you, a little kid, to dare to stand up. I am older than you and my cultivation is above yours, so I won't take advantage of you."
Watching Wen Pojun remove the spearhead and put it back on his waist, Zhao Yan said, "It's rumored that the Gun Demon's gun has no spearhead, and it seems to be true."
Wen Pojun said, "There aren't many people who would let me attach a gun to their head."
Luo Ying once said that Wen Pojun was different from him and Yang Taozhi. He and Yang Taozhi were pragmatic combatants who didn't have any lofty pursuit of martial arts; their hard work in martial arts was simply for killing and self-defense. Wen Pojun, on the other hand, pursued the pinnacle of martial arts and the supreme mastery of the spear. Even now, in his old age, he still retains this reverence for martial arts.
Like Wen Pojun, Zhao Yan was a true martial arts fanatic. He understood Wen Pojun, so he wasn't pretentious and didn't feel that Wen Pojun was humiliating him.
"It's an honor to be able to fight the Gun Demon so soon after I started out. Please enlighten me!!"
Zhao Yan shouted, his voice full of pride, took three steps forward, leaped into the air, and hurled a long spear, like a setting sun, at Wen Pojun.
Zhao's performance is a ruthless move in the Zhao family's spear technique. When facing an opponent stronger than oneself, there is no need to hold back.
As Zhao Yan landed, Wen Pojun's eyes widened, his grip on the headless spear tightened, and he suddenly flicked it upwards.
It seemed that Wen Pojun was fighting Zhao Yan head-on, and their spears did indeed collide. However, after the headless spear absorbed some of the force of Zhao Yan's silver spear, it actually moved like a snake coiled up and bit towards Zhao Yan along the silver spear.
Zhao Yan immediately released his right hand from the gun and grabbed the handle with his left hand. Then he turned around sharply and swept the spear, launching an attack on Wen Pojun while avoiding his attack.
It was both a long spear returning to its original position and an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Knowing when to retreat and when to advance, handling things with ease.
Wen Pojun flipped backward to avoid the fall, and as he landed, his gaze toward Zhao Yan held a hint of appreciation.
"He is indeed a promising talent when it comes to guns."
Wen Pojun stomped his heel on the ground, leaned forward, and ran quickly toward Zhao Yan with his gun in his backhand, saying, "Watch closely, this is for real!"
Zhao Yan braced himself, adopting a wide and sweeping stance. Seeing Wen Pojun wielding his spear with both hands and slashing down, he quickly raised his spear to block.
Wen Pojun's strength was formidable, and Zhao Yan's knees bent slightly. Just when Zhao Yan thought Wen Pojun was going to continue his frontal assault, Wen Pojun somehow managed to dodge and circle around to Zhao Yan's rear, thrusting his spear at Zhao Yan's back.
In an instant, Zhao Yan's hair stood on end. He decisively rolled on the spot, and the headless spear slammed into the ground, leaving cracks several feet long around it.
Although it was a headless spear, its force was enough to pierce through a person's body.
Who says you can't kill someone without a gun to the head?
Wen Pojun gave Zhao Yan no chance to breathe, wielding the headless spear with the same force as a dog-beating stick, forcing Zhao Yan to roll repeatedly on the ground.
This was the first time Zhao Yan had been in such a sorry state since he came out with Zhao Cheng. He gritted his teeth, found the perfect opportunity, and lunged forward, quickly rolling over to get himself up.
Without pausing, Wen Pojun leaned forward and charged forward with his gun in the backhand.
Similarly, they launched a frontal assault, forcing Zhao Yan to defend, and then unexpectedly fired their guns.
Strength, speed, and technique made Zhao Yan's defenses impossible to defend against.
Zhao Yan then deeply realized Wen Pojun's strength. He didn't have profound marksmanship or fancy spear techniques, but he brought out the full potential of the spear by relying on his familiarity and experience in using it.
No wonder he's called the Gun Demon!
Zhao Yan was certain of Wen Pojun's strength. Although he wasn't stabbed by the headless spear, his shoulder, waist, and legs were all hit by the spear shaft, and his whole body ached.
Zhao Yan, however, grew more courageous with each battle, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit!
"Thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt!"
"Eight thousand miles of road under the clouds and moon!!"
"Man Jiang Hong!!!"
When Wen Pojun fired another shot, Zhao Yan changed his strategy and stopped defending, instead engaging Wen Pojun in a direct confrontation.
If we lose, we might as well die, but we absolutely cannot let ourselves be worn down to death like this!
Bang!!!
As the two guns clashed, a tremendous burst of internal energy erupted from the point of intersection, not only forcing Zhao Yan back dozens of steps, but also forcing Wen Pojun back several steps.
Zhao Yan demonstrated that the best defense is offense, thus halting Wen Pojun's relentless offensive.
Wen Pojun looked at Zhao Yan from afar, his admiration growing stronger.
"Excellent marksmanship! Excellent momentum!" Wen Pojun couldn't help but praise.
Seeing Wen Pojun pause, Zhao Yan seized the opportunity with great eagerness, his mind racing as he recalled Wen Pojun's spear techniques and felt the level of the spear demon.
When Zhao Yan fought Yang Huanyun at Mujing Bay, he created the "Manjianghong" style on the spot based on Yang Huanyun's spear techniques.
Now he's doing the same thing again.
He wanted to learn from Wen Pojun and create his own spear techniques that could counter Wen Pojun's style!
Wen Pojun was unaware of Zhao Yan's thoughts. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't believe Zhao Yan had that ability.
He said, "When I was your age, my marksmanship wasn't as good as yours. Zhao Huan is your father, and Zhao Cheng is your older brother; you certainly wouldn't abandon them."
Wen Pojun sighed and then said, "I feel sorry for you. If you had lived another ten years, your achievements might have surpassed mine."
Following Wen Pojun's lead, Zhao Yan stalled for time, saying, "I don't think it will take ten years."
Wen Pojun said, "Youthful vigor is a good thing, but excessive confidence is blind arrogance. The Grandmaster is the biggest hurdle in the path of martial arts, and there is also the biggest hurdle in spear techniques. When you encounter that bottleneck, the inability to break through the shackles will amplify your pain."
Zhao Yandao said, "Overcoming oneself is the only way to reach the peak. Back then, when you constantly challenged various martial arts masters, wasn't it also to use external forces to overcome yourself?"
Wen Pojun watched as Zhao Yan spoke while his free hand waved around, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yan frankly said, "Talking to you more will buy me time."
Wen Pojun shook his head and said, "In this short time, your father and your elder brother can't have gone very far."
Zhao Yan shook his head, his expression resolute, and said, "I never believed that as long as you were here, they would have no chance of escaping. I'm stalling for time not for them, but for myself!"
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