The high platform on the martial arts field is usually where the head coach gives speeches, but the spacious square area is a good place for martial arts competitions.

The recruits gathered around the platform, looking at the two people on it.

Jiang Jiao has already got his spear. He is tall and strong, and looks very heroic, probably because he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He looks different from other recruits and has a good appearance. If you are with him, you should feel at ease.

Standing opposite him was He Yan. Compared to him, He Yan looked more like a boy who had not yet grown up. He was short and thin, but his facial features were delicate. After such long training, he was exposed to the sun all day long. Although the boy was a little darker, he was already very fair compared to the new recruits around him. Standing here, he didn't look like a new recruit, but like a young master of a wealthy family, gentle, handsome and lovely.

Jiang Jiao raised his spear, "You first."

That was quite considerate. He Yan smiled and said, "Then I won't be polite." She held the spear in front of her, her eyes moved slightly, and she rushed forward.

Jiang Jiao's expression changed and he went forward.

The two figures suddenly became a ball, and only the sound of "bang bang bang bang" could be heard. In an instant, it seemed that they had exchanged more than ten moves. The two men took a few steps back and looked at each other.

He Yan looked at each other with an unchanged smile, while Jiang Jiao looked at He Yan, unable to hide his surprise.

As soon as they started fighting, he knew that He Yan was definitely not a beginner in spearmanship. The dozen or so moves she used against him were fierce and dangerous. He could neither attack nor retreat.

Equally matched!

He thought he had overestimated He Yan, but it turned out that he had underestimated him.

The new recruits below didn't understand what was happening. They just felt that He Yan and Jiang Jiao stopped fighting after only a few moves. They were not satisfied and were a little dissatisfied. They discussed, "What happened just now? Who had the upper hand?"

"I just drank some water. What did I miss? Did you see it?"

"No, I didn't see anything."

Below the martial arts arena, several coaches looked solemn and were silent for a long while.

Du Mao looked at Liang Ping, who waved his hands quickly, "I don't know, don't ask me! He never showed this skill when he was practicing, I don't know!"

The recruits couldn't understand, but the coaches saw it clearly. He Yan fought with Jiang Jiao, and He Yan didn't lose. Maybe Jiang Jiao underestimated him and was even defeated by He Yan. Jiang Jiao's spear skills were complex and varied, as flexible as a snake. He Yan's spear skills seemed simple, but they contained power, and he could easily deflect Jiang Jiao's spear.

"Liang Ping, you really recruited a good soldier." A coach said sourly.

Liang Ping was half proud and half terrified. He Yan was hiding his true abilities too well. If Jiang Jiao hadn't taken the initiative to challenge He Yan to a duel, he would have only thought that He Yan was quite talented in bows and crossbows, and was only decent in spearmanship.

On the stage, Jiang Jiao stared at He Yan and said, "Come again!"

He Yan nodded.

This time, Jiang Jiao was the first to attack with his gun, and He Yan rushed forward. The two long guns were glued together, and the red ropes fluttered in the wind. Jiang Jiao's gun was like a snake, and each attack was dangerous and fast, heading straight for He Yan's face, but He Yan just tilted her head slightly, and the gun tip just brushed past her cheek and missed.

Jiang Jiao started to get serious. He fired his spear like a rainstorm, one shot after another, trying to find He Yan's weakness. Miraculously, the young man was agile and dodged every time. The spear in his hand seemed to become an indestructible shield, blocking Jiang Jiao's spear and preventing him from getting any closer.

"Hurry up, faster! We are just one step away from knocking him down!" The new recruits in the audience were watching anxiously.

"Why is He Yan only defending and not attacking? Doesn't she know how to use a spear?"

As time went by, Jiang Jiao's gun skills could no longer support such intensive attacks. He stared at He Yan, wondering how that thin-looking boy could have such strength and endurance. He didn't look tired at all, only focused. His focus was frightening.

In a trance, Jiang Jiao's spear missed. He was shocked and saw the boy opposite him smiling. Jiang Jiao had no time to react. He Yan's spear, which had been used for defense but not attack, suddenly stabbed in front of him. He hurriedly moved his spear to block it, but was stabbed to the side.

He Yan started to attack.

"The gun is the king of all weapons. Any other weapon will be defeated instantly when it meets the gun." The young man's voice was crisp, neither too loud nor too soft. The forest was empty and the sound of his words echoed, just enough to carry throughout the entire martial arts field.

She ducked to avoid Jiang Jiao's gunshot, then stabbed Jiang Jiao in the face at a tricky angle from bottom to top.

"The gun lowering style is used to break the stick, and the left and right flower-inserting style is used to break the card drill." He moved, turned the gun head, and rushed forward again.

"The fighting method can break swords, forks, shovels, double blades and short knives." His arms seemed to have infinite strength. Even if he was blocked, he would move forward and stab Jiang Jiao left and right. Jiang Jiao had no time to respond and was already unable to resist.

"The hook and throw method can break the whip and the mace." She stepped forward again, and the spear was like a torrential rain. It was even more powerful and more precise than Jiang Jiao's attack on her just now. She seized every weakness of Jiang Jiao and hit him at his weak spot, making every inch fatal.

"The virtual string breaks the broadsword, breaks the halberd." Jiang Jiao had been forced to the edge of the high platform of the martial arts arena. He was in a trance and felt that the young man in front of him was like a horse riding on the battlefield, full of murderous aura that was unstoppable. He was forced to retreat step by step and was unable to form an army.

The spear flew straight towards his face. Jiang Jiao stepped back in panic. Suddenly, his feet slipped and he fell down. He heard the shouts of the recruits below the stage. Jiang Jiao realized then that he had no way to retreat.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed him.

The spear pointed at his forehead and he did not move forward. The young man looked frail but was extremely strong. He pulled him back to the martial arts arena and put the spear back to his side.

The wind blew past, sweeping away the heat and leaving only a cool breeze on my face. The flags fluttered in the wind, and birds, animals and insects chirped in the forest.

The young man stood straight, his voice still clear, without any sign of fatigue or panting from the rapid attack, and he dropped his weapon slowly and without any sound. "People are fascinated by weapons because they have never seen a real gun. Once they get a real gun, they will regard all other weapons as child's play."

Jiang Jiao stared at him blankly for a while, then he said softly, "Have you read "The Record of Arms"?"

The "Hand and Arm Record" records the spear and sword techniques of various schools. Jiang Jiao had read it because his family ran a martial arts school, and his grandfather, his father, his brother, and he all had to read it. He had read it before, but he felt that what was said in the book was too exaggerated and that no one could really do it. But now he was here, and from this young man, he realized that it was because he had not learned the art well enough.

The young man tilted his head to look at him, with a smile on his face, and said, "Yes, I have read a little bit, I understand it a little bit, a little bit."