With the help of moonlight, Zhang Shixun could see clearly that it was a nunchaku, the shortest kind.
The origin of nunchaku is unknown. One theory is that it originated from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, when it was an agricultural tool called a flail.
There is another saying that the nunchaku was invented by Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, and was called Panlong Stick.
Regardless of its origin, this thing is very troublesome to deal with. It will change direction in the middle of the journey, making it difficult to guard against.
Hei Wuchang took a step forward and stood in front of Zhang Shixun.
"Hei Wuchang, stand still and don't move. If I am in danger, then you can take action." Zhang Shixun felt that this was a rare opportunity to test the effectiveness of the training.
Although the fighting during training was almost real, he knew that Hei Wuchang's program did not allow him to hurt himself, so he had no psychological pressure and could try his best to exert his greatest strength during the fight.
It’s a different story in actual combat, the thieves will not show mercy.
Zhang Shixun's feet were unsteady, his whole body was highly concentrated, and he stared at the opponent in front of him. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and was not afraid of sharp objects, but there was no protection above the neck. If he was hit on the head, the consequences would be serious.
The man waved a flower in his hand and slowly approached Zhang Shixun. When he was two or three steps away, he suddenly exerted force and smashed it down on his head.
Zhang Shixun dodged to the side, and the tip of the nunchaku passed by his face with a sound of wind.
While Zhang Shixun was dodging, one foot had already flown up and kicked his opponent's chin.
The man snorted coldly and used his free left arm to block. He did block it, but a sharp pain came from his left arm and he couldn't help but cry out.
Before he could make any move, Zhang Shixun's second kick followed.
Standard firecrackers.
This kick was delivered while jumping, and was much more powerful than the first one.
The man dodged sideways and avoided the attack with his chest, but was hit hard on the side and back. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew several steps away, lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
It only takes one encounter to take someone down.
Not only his accomplices were surprised, but Zhang Shixun himself was also surprised.
As a literary youth, he has never fought since he was a child. His only fighting experience was fighting with Hei Wuchang in the martial arts room.
Strictly speaking, his contest with Hei Wuchang cannot be called a fight. He lost more than he won, so it would be more appropriate to call it a beating.
Zhang Shixun stood there in a daze, wondering how I could be so powerful.
While he was stunned, the group of people had already pounced on him. One of them leaned over to support his accomplice on the ground, and the other two, holding sharp knives, attacked Zhang Shixun from the left and right.
When Zhang Shixun tried to dodge, it was too late, and the man on his left stabbed him in the stomach. In panic, he reached out and grabbed the man's throat, and with a "crack", he actually broke his neck.
The man's throat made a hoarse sound, his eyes rolled back and he fell backwards.
Looking at the guy lying on the ground, Zhang Shixun was a little dazed.
Damn! What’s so long about that neck? Why does it break when I twist it?
I just twisted it lightly.
I didn't mean to break your neck.
Just as he was thinking about it, the tip of the other guy's knife was already in front of him.
In a flash, Zhang Shixun dodged to the side and kicked him in the chest and abdomen.
With a shrill scream, the guy flew far away and lay on the ground with his face up.
Damn! I’m already so powerful, I can defeat the enemy with just one move.
When I looked back, the other person had disappeared. He probably saw that the situation was not good and ran away.
There was a noisy sound of footsteps coming from the east side of the street. Looking closely, I saw a group of soldiers running towards here.
Coming so fast!
This was somewhat beyond his expectations. Has the Song Dynasty's warning reached this level?
Even in later times, police response may not be so quick.
After changing my mind, I felt relieved.
This place is near the imperial palace, so security is naturally at the highest level. In addition, today is August 15th, and countless people are taking to the streets for fun, so the court naturally has to strengthen security.
Only then did Zhang Shixun realize that his underwear was soaked with cold sweat.
Fortunately, I was wearing a bulletproof vest, otherwise, that knife attack might have cost me my life.
When I looked at Gao Yanei again, he was leaning against the wall with his head tilted to one side, still in a coma.
He walked over and patted Gao Yanei's face, shouting, "Yanei, wake up!"
Gao Yanei reacted, slowly opened his eyes, and asked dazedly, "Where am I?"
"On the street."
He blinked, looked around in confusion, and screamed when he saw several people lying on the ground.
"Don't be afraid, I've already knocked you down." Zhang Shixun helped him stand up.
"Are they dead?" Gao Yanei felt his legs were still weak.
"I don't know, maybe he is dead, maybe he is not dead." Zhang Shixun's words were equivalent to saying nothing.
There was a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the west. Turning around, I saw another group of soldiers.
"Yanei, when they ask you about it, just say that you were the one who knocked these people down." Zhang Shixun whispered to Gao Yanei. Now that he hadn't established his footing yet, it was better to keep a low profile.
Although the thieves in Wuyou Cave were allowed to be killed by anyone, he was just a commoner, and killing two or three of them at once would be too conspicuous.
"It was clearly you who knocked him down, why should I stop him?" When Gao Yanei saw the soldiers coming, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and his strength slowly returned.
"Because you are the son of the palace commander, and my father is a hero and my son is a hero, killing a few thieves is easy." Zhang Shixun bewitched him and stirred up this guy's vanity.
Gao Yanei didn't bother to think about it and said happily, "Thank you very much, brother. I have never had the chance to avenge the scoundrels of Wuyou Cave, and this time I finally get some revenge."
The group of soldiers rushed over and surrounded the two men, pointing their clubs at them. "We are soldiers from the military patrol station. Listen up, both of you! Hurry up and squat on the ground with your heads in your hands. Otherwise, we will beat you to death!"
Gao Yanei was the best at dealing with these people. Upon hearing this, he put his hands behind his back, puffed out his chest, coughed lightly and said, "Brothers, you are late."
"You are... Ouch! Isn't this Gao Yanei? How could it be you?" The leading military leader asked in surprise.
It seems that Gao Yanei is really a celebrity in Tokyo City, and people recognize him wherever he goes.
"Ahem! Tonight, I went out shopping and spotted a few people acting suspiciously, sneaking around like they weren't good people. I was secretly following them, but they discovered me. So, these thieves, desperate, tried to kill us, but I ended up knocking them to the ground."
The military leader heard this and looked at the three bodies lying on the ground.
"Look at the flails and spears on the ground. These are their murder weapons... Hehe! If it weren't for my superior martial arts skills, we would be the ones lying on the ground."
Gao Yanei boasted a bit, then glanced at Zhang Shixun. Seeing him nod with a smile, he felt even more proud. He continued, "I'll leave these thieves in your care. Don't forget to report my achievements later. This is a great achievement."
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