On the martial arts stage, Wei Huan's water dragon sword and Wala's stone axe were glued together.
One is a young and simple recruit from the Central Plains, and the other is a brutal and tyrannical veteran of the Western Qiang. Although Wei Huan's sword skills are outstanding, he has little practical experience. What's more, the opponent is a strong man with the ability to lift thousands of pounds.
Compared to Wei Huan's flexibility, the stone axe of the Oirat was huge and heavy, and it seemed to be smashed without any pattern. The stone axe looked heavy, and he was very strong. When Wei Huan dodged, the stone axe smashed into the ground, even splitting a crack in the stone ground.
Wei Huan's physical strength gradually failed to keep up.
After all, he was young and not as strong as Wala. He could not hold off the attack for long. Besides leaving a scar on Wala's face, he could not even get close to him - but he was wearing armor!
This was an unfair battle. Wei Huan had more and more wounds on his body, but the Oirat did not want to kill him. Every time they could have hit him, they would miss by a point or two and did not hit the vital part, but still left Wei Huan covered with wounds.
It's like a cat catching a mouse. Once it catches it, it doesn't rush to eat it in one bite. It has to play with the mouse until it is exhausted before swallowing it.
This was simply a one-sided massacre.
Seeing this, Shen Han, who was sitting in the audience, felt his fist creaking as it was being squeezed, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Ridamuzi.
The muscular man who looked like a vulture leaned on his horse, smiling bloodthirstyly: "Coach, you can't help me."
Shen Han drew his knife.
"Why? You want to fight me too?" Ridamuzi smiled, his eyes grim. "Of course I will. I will accompany you till the end."
A group of Qiang soldiers intentionally or unintentionally surrounded the martial arts arena. Once the new recruits of Liangzhou Guards wanted to go up to help, these Qiang people would fight with them. Even if they could, it would be too late.
On the stage, Wei Huan's vision had been gradually blurred, and he was slower and slower in dodging the attacks from behind. His strength was rapidly draining away, and he was gasping for breath. He was unable to dodge, and was hit on the right leg by an axe from the Wala. It was excruciatingly painful, but he held back and didn't make a sound.
The Oirat came up to him, and Wei Huan no longer had the strength to run away. He saw the Oirat looking down at him, like a butcher looking at a lamb on the chopping board. The Oirat said, "Tsk, it's over so soon, so boring. The people of the Central Plains are so weak, they can't even beat a finger of the Qiang people."
Wei Huan said nothing, big drops of sweat oozed from his forehead, mixed with the blood on his face, looking extremely miserable.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt," Wala licked his lips, stared at him greedily and said, "When this stone hits you, your brain will fly out, very beautiful. It's a pity that you can't see it yourself."
Then, swinging the huge axe, he aimed at Wei Huan's head!
"Wei Huan!" Ma Damei screamed. Before Wei Huan joined the vanguard camp, he had been the one who led him. They already had a deep friendship. He wanted to go forward to save him, but was stopped by a Western Qiang man with a sword. Wei Huan was about to die.
This is at this time.
Behind the martial arts arena, there is a banyan tree with lush branches and leaves. Even though it is winter, it does not look yellow at all. Everyone is in front of the martial arts arena, so they did not notice that someone was sitting in the banyan tree.
When she saw him, the person was like a flash of black shadow, holding the cloth tied to the tree and swinging over like a swing, and she let go in mid-air. It all happened too fast. She rushed to the front of the stage and kicked the axe that was heading towards Wei Huan's head.
With the help of inertia, although Wala was strong, he was knocked back by her kick. The axe was heavy and sharp, and it also injured him. If he had not been so strong that he took two steps back to stop himself, the stone axe might have hit him deeper.
"He Yan?" Wei Huan murmured.
The new recruits of Liangzhou Guards were also stunned.
It was common knowledge that He Yan was imprisoned in the dungeon of Liangzhou Guards because of the incident at Baiyue Mountain. How did he suddenly appear here? Was he released?
Wala looked at the person in front of him.
The young man in black suit put his hands on his waist, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is too fierce. If I hadn't taken action just now, my brother's head would not be saved."
The new recruits of Liangzhou Guard were regarded as thorns in their eyes by everyone, and because they had killed all the sentries and had a blood feud, they all had red eyes. The best thing was that Wei Huan had a blank expression, but this young man was smiling as if nothing had happened. The Wala felt a little interested, as if they had found new prey.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The young man in black brushed his messy hair and said with a smile, "My name is He Yan. I won the first place in the Liangzhou Guards' flag-fighting competition some time ago." She looked at Wala and said, "Maybe you don't know what the flag-fighting competition means. It doesn't matter. You just need to remember that I am the first in the Liangzhou Guards."
"First?" Ridamuzi squinted at her and asked, "You?"
He Yan looked too short and frail. If Wala and Wei Huan stood together, they looked like a strong tiger and a lamb. Then He Yan, who looked even weaker than Wei Huan, looked like a chicken and an eagle when compared to Wala.
"Sorry, I'm a little late. I don't know what you guys are doing?" The young man said with a smile, "If you're having a martial arts competition, it would be a waste of talent to find someone else instead of me."
Wala laughed loudly: "You are so boastful!"
"He Yan!" Shen Han called her.
"Head Coach Shen," He Yan looked at him, "I've been holding back a lot of anger these past few days, so I'd like to have a fight to let it go. Head Coach, please be flexible and stop blocking me."
Shen Han was speechless.
Ridamuzi came for the new recruits of Liangzhou Guards. He refused to let the coach go, so he had to let the new recruits go. Among the new recruits, there were not many who could fight with him except He Yan. Those who had outstanding skills lacked practical experience, and those who had practical experience were older and not as strong as the young people. He Yan was an unparalleled martial artist and had a clever mind. All in all, he had a great chance of winning.
It may be that this thing on the martial arts stage attracted the attention of the Qiang people, but more importantly...
He Yan asked, "May I ask if we are going to spar now? If so, can I take my brother's place?"
"you?"
"Not bad. I am the number one guard in Liangzhou. It would be much more satisfying to defeat me than to defeat him," He Yan glanced at Wei Huan lying on the ground. "It would be much more satisfying."
The Western Qiang people in the audience burst into laughter.
Zhidamuzi looked at her and said, "I like this guy's temperament! Let him take over!"
He Yan said: "Someone, please carry this brother down."
Wei Huan was carried away. As he was carried away, he looked at He Yan and whispered, "You...be careful."
He Yan: "Got it."
There were two people left on the martial arts arena again.
The new recruits watching from the stage were all worried about He Yan.
Over the past six months, He Yan had been in the limelight more than once. There were people who truly admired her, and there were also people who were jealous and displeased with her. But at this moment, the new recruits of Liangzhou Guards were united in their hatred of the enemy. They only hoped that she could defeat the Wala and teach those Qiang people a lesson, so that they would know that Liangzhou Guards were not to be bullied!
The recruits in the audience were nervous, but He Yan on the stage was completely undecided. She smiled and said, "By the way, I don't know what the prize is for this competition. I'll tell you first, how about this? If I lose, you can do whatever you want to me. If you lose," she thought of the boy in her memory, chuckled, and said nonchalantly, "You have to call me dad."
At this moment, the new recruits of Liangzhou Guards burst into laughter.
Liang Ping was both worried and proud: "It's already this late, and we're still poor!"
However, none of the people from Ridamuzi could laugh. Wala looked at He Yan gloomily, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "We don't need a prize. We will play three games. The loser will die and the winner will live. This is the rule."
"No matter life or death?" He Yan said.
"Why, are you scared?"
"Not really." He Yan said, "Coach, throw me a piece of steel whip, a long one!"
Shen Han grabbed the longest steel whip from the weapon rack and threw it over. He Yan caught it and played with it in his hand. He looked at Wala and said, "Can I use a weapon?"
"Okay." Wala sneered, "But are you sure you don't want to switch to a sword? A whip can't kill anyone."
The boy's lips curled slightly: "Killing you is enough."
Before Wala could understand the meaning of her words, he saw the young man suddenly rushing towards him with a whip. Wala was stunned, then burst into laughter, picked up the huge axe and went forward to fight.
The young man rushed to the front, but did not attack. He just tapped his toes to avoid the attack of the stone axe, and went around behind the Wala. When the Wala turned around, he swung the axe and dodged to the side again.
She seemed to be proactive, but she didn't make a move. The whip was wrapped around her hand, and no one knew what she was doing. It seemed as if she was circling around Wala. But in a moment, she turned around and ran. Wala followed her. As soon as she lifted her foot, she felt something entangled around her foot. She couldn't maintain her balance and fell to one side.
But the big guy reacted very quickly. After realizing that his feet were entangled by He Yan's whip, he wanted to steady his steps. However, He Yan would not give him a chance. He put the whip behind his back and pulled it hard like a camel carrying goods.
Wala could no longer hold on. He was huge and bulky to begin with, and he had to stand firmly on both feet. If one foot lost balance, the other foot would have trouble keeping steady. In addition, He Yan was pulling from the other end, so he fell to the ground with a thud.
The whip looked about as long as a person. I don't know how He Yan managed it, but she pulled it from under Wala's body and the whip returned to her hand easily. Without stopping, she rushed to Wala's hand and put one hand around Wala's neck, wrapping the whip around Wala's neck.
Wala subconsciously pulled.
He Yan squeezed his hands——
He throws stone chains all day long, so the strength in his hands should not be underestimated. The strange strongman wears armor, but his neck is not covered at all. His flesh and blood is also the most vulnerable part. After all, he is not made of steel.
The people in the martial arts arena only heard a tooth-grinding "Ka La--"
Wala's head drooped softly.
"You are not a human, you are a beast," He Yan whispered, "So, to kill you, a whip will be enough."
She raised her head again. Although she was smiling, her eyes were cold. She looked at the audience and said calmly, "He is dead. I won. The winner is decided. Next one."
On the martial arts stage, the situation suddenly changed.
Just now, the Wala brutally killed Wei Huan like a cat playing with a mouse, and was slow to deliver the final blow. They probably did not expect that they would die at the hands of this seemingly weak young man in front of them.
How long does it take to kill a person? A cup of tea, a stick of incense, or a quarter of an hour?
None of that is necessary.
The new recruits of Liangzhou Guard knew that He Yan was very powerful. The scene of him competing with Huang Xiongjiang Jiao before was still vivid in their minds. However, the current He Yan seemed different from the He Yan who "competed" on the martial arts stage in the past. When the young man put away his joking intention, he was cold and frosty, with a murderous aura, and could not be looked at directly.
She smiled and said, "There is no need for fancy performances on the battlefield. Just figure out how to kill and then you can do it." Her eyes fell on Ridamuzi.
Ridamuzi looked back at her.
Slowly, the Liangzhou recruits in the audience gradually reacted and said excitedly: "He Yan won! He Yan killed Wala!"
"Brother He is amazing!" Cheng Lisu was caught, but he still cheered for He Yan, "Beat them up!"
Liang Ping and Ma Damei looked at each other in bewilderment. He Yan's killing speed was too fast even for a genius.
"You guys," the young man said standing on the high platform, smiling at the Xiqiang people, "you can't afford to lose, who's next?"
On the Western Qiang side, no one spoke for the time being.
She smiled again, with a hint of provocation in her smile, "I know that it is a little scary to bet with one's life. I never thought that the warriors of the Western Qiang who always claimed to be fearless would sometimes be afraid to step on the stage. But it doesn't matter. We, the sons of the Central Plains of the Great Wei, have always been kind-hearted. We really don't want to admit defeat. Just like I said just now, call me dad, and this competition will end here. How about that?"
"But who is going to call me dad?" He Yan stared at Ridamuzi: "You are their leader, why don't you call him dad?"
"Bullshit!" A soldier behind Ridamuzi stepped forward and shouted angrily.
He Yansi was not afraid at all, and said innocently: "Is this not possible?"
Wang Ba whispered, "It feels so good!"
"She is deliberately trying to provoke her opponent," Huang Xiong said in a deep voice, "but, in this situation, it seems unnecessary to do so."
He Yan has always been so arrogant and confident. In the past, others just thought it was his youthful nature. But now that the situation is like this, angering Ridamuzi is not a good thing.
"I want to compete with you." A voice sounded from behind Ridamuzi, "Commander, Batu is willing to fight."
Ridamuzi glanced at him, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry, and just said, "Go ahead."
The man named Ba Tuen went up to the platform of the martial arts arena.
Unlike the Wala just now, although Batu was strong, he was not as huge as Wala. He was also older than Wala, about thirty years old. He was wrapped in a black cloak, even his head was hidden in the veil, revealing half of his chin. His eyebrows and eyes were not clear, and he looked pale and strange, like a ghost. His voice was also hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, and it sounded as unpleasant as the cry of a crow.
Batu walked up to Wala. Although they were partners, he showed no sympathy for Wala. He kicked Wala's body off the high platform of the martial arts arena and cursed, "You are a hindrance."
Wala's body rolled down, and he didn't even look at it. He just said to He Yan: "You have old wounds on your body."
He Yan's heart sank. This man named Batu was more difficult to deal with than Wala.
Wala is nothing more than a strong man with brute force who doesn't know how to adapt. To deal with such a person, you just need to find his weakness and attack it, and the battle will end quickly. In every battle, the most fearful thing is to encounter an enemy with a brain like the one in front of you. He can find the weakness of the opponent, so that every step forward will be restrained.
He slowly raised the knife in his hand, He Yan wrapped the iron whip around his hand, and rushed towards the opponent.
In the match between Wei Huan and Wala, He Yan was a spectator and saw Wala's weaknesses and shortcomings in advance, so she was able to quickly and accurately deal with the opponent when fighting Wala. In this match, Ba Yu was someone she had never seen before, but when Wala fought with her, he saw everything clearly.
In other words, Ba Yu knows He Yan, but He Yan knows nothing about Ba Yu.
There seemed to be a lot of other things hidden under his cloak. He Yan was on guard. This man was also very cunning and did not collide with He Yan head-on. With the experience of Wala just now, he kept a distance from He Yan. As long as the whip was swung at him, Batu would quickly change direction. He was much more flexible than Wala, and for a while, the iron whip could not get close.
He Yan's waist was already aching slightly.
She was injured in a fight with Ding Yi in Liangzhou City. Later, she was tricked by a traitor to Baiyue Mountain, where she fought with someone hiding in the dark. After several fights, the wound that was almost healed had already split open. Not only that, she was thrown into the dungeon of Liangzhou Guards. There was no Shen Muxue to deliver medicine to her every day in the dungeon. It was cold and damp, and the wound must have worsened.
When I killed Wala just now, I used too much force and pulled the wound. It was okay for a short time, but now that I am fighting with Batu for a long time, I feel more and more painful.
Ba Yu smiled and said, "Why do you look so bad? Is it because of your old back pain?"
He Yan was startled. The curved knife in Ba Tuan's hand had entangled with her iron whip, pulling He Yan forward. The people below the stage exclaimed in surprise. The knife in Ba Tuan's hand was entangled, and his other hand slapped the old wound on He Yan's waist without hesitation.
He Yan was hit hard by the palms, but he did not stop. The whip in his hand loosened and rolled up his face. Ba Tuan dodged it, but his veil was rolled off, revealing the man's face.
The two of them stepped back and stood still.
The palm firmly pressed against her old wound. He Yan swallowed the blood in her throat with difficulty. She still had a smile on her face. She looked at the person in front of her and laughed, "Tsk, how ugly."
Without the veil covering his face, Ba Tuo's true face was revealed. Half of his face was good and he was handsome, but the other half was burned by fire, with pits and dark red scars that looked like centipedes growing on his face and squeezing his facial features out of place.
Someone in the audience screamed in shock.
When He Yan knocked his veil off and exposed his true face, Ba Tu's face turned extremely ugly. He stared at He Yan, wishing he could eat He Yan's flesh and drink his blood.
He Yan smiled and hooked his finger at him: "Come again!"
Ba Tuan sneered and rushed over.
As soon as He Yan moved, she knew something was wrong. Ba Tuan had hit her mercilessly, and now blood was seeping out. Fortunately, she had changed into Lei Hou's black costume to keep warm, so even if she was bleeding, it couldn't be seen. However, if this continued, she didn't know how long she could hold on.
In fact, the competition on the high platform of the martial arts arena has never been the focus. The focus is to use these three "competitions" to buy more time. If no one can withstand the curved swords of the Western Qiang people and it becomes a one-sided massacre, then everything that comes later will be impossible.
Ba Yue must be killed before there can be a third game.
The Western Qiang people were good at using curved swords, and each person's curved sword was adjusted according to their body size and strength. Ba Tu's curved sword was flexible, so it was not easy for He Yan's iron whip to entangle his sword.
He Yan's whip was entangled with Ba Tu's legs. Ba Tu said contemptuously: "You want to use the same move on two people. You are too naive!" Then, he bypassed He Yan and chopped down He Yan's neck with the curved knife——
Unlike Wala, Ba Tuen went for He Yan's life from the beginning, without any false moves. He Yan pulled the whip with both hands and put Ba Tuen's curved knife in front of his eyes. Ba Tuen laughed eerily and fell backwards. He Yan couldn't dodge in time and saw that the man took out a dagger from his cloak with his right hand.
This dagger was only as long as a thumb and as thin as paper. It was more like a blade than a dagger. If you didn't get close, it would be hard to see clearly. He loosened his palm forward, and outsiders looked as if he had slapped He Yan on the waist. But except for He Yan, no one knew that the sharp weapon in his palm had completely sunk into his flesh and blood.
He Yan felt a sharp pain in his waist, and punched him. Ba Tu's face was right in front of him. He laughed and said, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, then—"
His words stopped abruptly.
He Yan pressed his clenched fist against his throat and refused to let go.
Ba Tuan struggled frantically, but he didn't know when the iron whip had tied He Yan's legs to his own. He had no way to escape and struggled violently, but the more he struggled, the more he rolled his eyes. In the end, he vomited blood and gradually became unable to move.
He Yan had a blank expression on his face. He pushed his fist inwards again, and after confirming that the man beneath him was no longer breathing, he let go.
There was something like iron sticking out of Batu's neck, only a tiny bit, the rest was no longer visible, it must have been inserted deep into his throat. It was a caltrop.
He Yan picked it up from the ground when he came.
Carrying some hidden weapons with you at all times and in all places has only advantages and no disadvantages. No one knows what kind of enemy you will encounter, nor what kind of things you will encounter next, or when they will happen. The only thing you can do is to increase your chances of being alive.
She couldn't get close to Batu because he was already on guard against her. The last blow was nothing more than a strategy of injuring 800 enemies and 1,000 of her own. But she was better than Batu. She was just wounded by the dagger on her waist, but Batu was dead now.
"You have a trump card, how do you know I don't have one?" she murmured.
After a while, He Yan pulled the iron whip out of Ba Tuo and herself with great difficulty, and put it back around her wrist. She stood up. The black suit she wore was not as lively as the red suit, but a little more murderous. She also stood straight, not looking tired at all, playing with the iron whip on her wrist, smiling faintly, and saying the same words as before.
"He's dead, I won, the winner is decided, next one."