Seeing that Zhao Yun was willing to spar, Zhang He was extremely happy to oblige.
Then, Zhao Yun went to a wooden shelf to the side, took down a wooden spear, and then came to a distance of three meters from Zhang He.
Zhao Yun bent his knees slightly, his left and right hands were twenty inches apart, gripping the end and the back half of the wooden spear respectively. The spear was tilted upwards, with the tip parallel to his eyebrows.
Seeing Zhao Yun's perfect stance, Zhang He couldn't help but be moved.
He knew that the guy in front of him named Zhao Yun must have an extraordinary skill in spear fighting.
Then, Zhang He also positioned himself and aimed his wooden spear at Zhao Yun.
The two did not speak or offer each other any courtesy; instead, they stared intently at each other.
Three breaths later, the two of them exerted force with their legs almost simultaneously and rushed towards each other.
A flash of spear light appeared, and Zhao Yun's wooden spear went straight for Zhang He's left shoulder.
Seeing this, Zhang He tilted his body to the side, pointing the tip of his spear directly at Zhao Yun's throat.
Zhao Yun flicked his wrist, retracting his spear and parrying back. With a loud clang, the two spear shafts collided, making a buzzing sound.
Before the deafening roar subsided, gunshots flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged five blows.
The two moved swiftly, fighting with all their might.
Soon, Zhao Yun and Zhang He had exchanged more than thirty blows, but still could not determine a winner.
However, upon closer inspection, one will notice that Zhao Yun's spear thrusts are becoming increasingly faster and his movements are becoming more fluid and graceful.
On the other hand, Zhang He found himself struggling to keep up.
When they reached the fortieth move, Zhao Yun suddenly flicked his wrist, and the wooden spear that was originally close to Zhang He's left thigh suddenly changed direction and headed towards his chest.
Zhang He's original movements became chaotic. He tried to block with his spear, but due to his unstable strength, the wooden spear in his hand was knocked away.
"Wow, Brother Zhao's marksmanship is superb, I admire you!"
Looking at the wooden spear lying on the ground, Zhang He bowed respectfully to Zhao Yun.
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