Sun Qian held a knife, and Jiang He held a gun; the two stood facing each other.
Sun Yuan looked at the two men with grim expressions.
He saw it clearly just now; Jiang He was genuinely skilled in martial arts.
Sun Qian was no match for him.
However, he had long disliked Sun Qian and, relying on his status as a direct descendant, was disrespectful to Sun Yuan.
However, with the Sun family army now leaderless, he had no choice but to bow his head.
It's better that such a person is dead, so as to prevent him from causing divisions within the military in the future.
Sun Qian was no longer as arrogant as before.
He approached the challenge cautiously.
Sun Qian unleashed three consecutive slashes, all of which Jiang He easily dodged.
Jiang He flicked his spear, thrusting it at Sun Qian like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. Sun Qian dodged to the side, but was still grazed on the arm by the spear tip.
Sun Qian's face showed horror; he realized that Jiang He's strength far surpassed his own. However, he had no way to retreat and could only grit his teeth and continue his attack.
The soldiers' eyes widened in surprise.
They all thought Jiang He had played a trick with that move.
Although none of them saw clearly how Jiang He made his move, they still believed that Jiang He had gotten lucky.
But what is the current situation?
Anyone with eyes can see that Jiang He's martial arts skills far surpass Sun Qian's.
Jiang He's marksmanship became increasingly sharp, each shot carrying a deadly threat.
Sun Qian was struggling to stay afloat, and his body continued to accumulate wounds.
In the end, Jiang He pointed a gun at Sun Qian's throat.
No more, no less, exactly ten moves.
Sun Qian stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.
The entire arena fell silent. Jiang He had exceeded their expectations, and they finally realized his true strength.
Sun Yuan's face grew even more somber; the Mighty General's Mansion could stand for at least another hundred years.
No one in Sun's army was his match.
Jiang He holstered his gun. "Anyone else who's not convinced? Come and challenge me!"
The crowd looked at each other, and no one went up on stage. 'This is obviously a humiliation, who would be so presumptuous?'
None of them considered themselves to be better than Sun Qian in terms of kung fu.
Sun Qian picked up the knife, ready to slit his own throat.
Jiang He kicked out, and the knife fell to the ground. "Weapons are meant to be used against enemies, not against oneself."
Sun Qian, ashamed, knelt on both knees, "This humble servant deserves to die; I submit to the commander's will!"
"This commander will not point his gun at his own men; this is the last time. You all, be alert and attack Nanning with all your might."
To everyone's surprise, did the head coach let Sun Qian off the hook?
"Yes!" The roar echoed through the sky...
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