After uttering his harsh words, he turned and left...
But before they had taken more than a few steps, as they passed a large tree, the trunk suddenly trembled slightly.
A natural reaction caused Cairnster's silver eyebrows to twitch. Instinctively, without even looking up, he quickly dodged to the side...
As soon as he turned around, a stick covered with sharp steel spikes landed on the spot where he had been standing.
"Thump!"
The stick hit the ground, splashing up some fine dirt.
The dull thud spoke volumes about the force of that blow.
Cairnster rolled several times and retreated five or six meters away...
"Wow! Not bad reaction speed..."
Zhan Pengwu slowly put away his stick and placed it behind his back. He had already tried to minimize the noise of this attack.
But it was still discovered that the foreigner in front of them was indeed quite capable.
Cairnster immediately scanned his surroundings; the area was full of trees, and he didn't see anyone else.
He breathed a sigh of relief; one-on-one, he had never been afraid of anyone.
He slowly stood up and carefully examined the opponent in front of him.
This person's weapon was very strange; he had never seen it before.
A stick with spikes at both ends, one end sharp and the other blunt.
Zhan Pengwu, ranked ninth on the leaderboard, was called the strongest individual fighter in Ye Feng's team by Chou Chou, and Kaines also recognized him.
However, he was still taken aback when he saw Zhan Pengwu's facial features.
Having lived for so many years, this was truly the first time he had ever seen someone with eyebrows that grew vertically.
Judging from the calluses on his hands and the deformed ears, it's easy to tell that this person is definitely not simple.
His intuition told him he had to be careful.
"Zhan Pengwu, right? You... alone?"
As he spoke, Cairnster would occasionally glance around, as if he were still traumatized by the arrow.
"Don't look... I came alone."
Zhan Pengwu knew what he was wary of and interrupted his wandering gaze.
“I heard…you’re really good at fighting, humph…what a coincidence, I’m pretty good at fighting too.”
As he spoke, he took a small step forward with his left foot, his knee slightly bent, as if he were taking a running start.
"Today I'll show you what Shaolin staff techniques are all about!"
"snort!"
Seeing this, Cairnster smirked, put down his bow and arrows, and slowly drew a two-and-a-half-foot-long woodcutter's knife from his waist.
This was the first time he had encountered someone who dared to confront him head-on.
Having been shot at like a rabbit by Ye Feng and the others for so long, he was already seething with anger.
If I could kill the strongest fighter in the opposing team here, I could at least find some solace in myself.
"court death…"
The two men stood five or six meters apart, both holding their weapons in their right hands, their eyes locked in a murderous gaze…
Neither of them can lose in terms of presence...
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves at their feet, sending them fluttering about.
Two seconds later, Zhan Pengwu's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, and he stomped his left foot backward with force!
The loose soil and fallen leaves underfoot were kicked up and thrown backward...
"ah!……"
With a roar, he lunged forward, his entire body leaning forward...
With a flick of his right wrist, the spiked club attached to his back spun around once...
His entire body spun around, and the blow, carrying the force of a thousand armies, produced a whooshing sound as it swept towards Cairnster's chest.
Not to be outdone, Cairnster gripped his machete with both hands and swung it horizontally as well…
"clang!"
The crisp sound of the collision produced a brief spark.
Cairnster instantly felt a tingling sensation in his hand, and his body involuntarily tilted to the side several steps.
Seeing this, Zhan Pengwu stepped forward and swung the other end of the stick out again.
Cairnster dodged by bending over backwards.
Immediately afterwards, he flipped his hand, reversed his grip on the cleaver, and slashed at Zhan Pengwu's waist.
Zhan Pengwu remained calm and unhurried, without dodging at all. He stomped his spiked club to the side of the ground, which blocked the attack.
The two stood frozen for a moment, then simultaneously extended their legs and kicked straight at each other…
"Well!……"
The two men simultaneously stomped their feet on each other's lower abdomen, letting out a muffled groan at the same time.
They both felt a sharp pain in their lower abdomen and spread out.
However, Zhan Pengwu only took a few steps back, while Cairnster fell to the ground instantly and rolled backward twice before regaining his balance.
At that moment, his face was covered in cold sweat…
He felt as if Zhan Pengwu's kick had hit him in the stomach with a hammer.
My insides were churning, and I felt nauseous.
Today has brought him so many shocks.
He first lost to Ye Feng in strategy, and now, in the field of combat that he is best at, he has also lost to this Chinese man who is weaker and lighter than him.
Where does this leave his reputation as a top soldier?
At the same time, he was also very puzzled, because logically, a person's strength level should be proportional to the size of their muscles.
Why is this person, who is significantly smaller than me, so strong?
What he didn't know was that Zhan Pengwu had been training at the Shaolin Temple for over a decade, and his muscles and bones, honed over the years, were far beyond those of ordinary people.
They cannot be compared to ordinary people at all.
"Hehe~ That was awesome!"
Zhan Pengwu patted the footprints off his clothes. After entering the game…
He had never met anyone who could make him withstand three blows with a weapon and neither die nor escape.
Even Horford finished in less than 10 seconds.
When masters clash, they often only need to exchange blows for a short while to get a general idea of each other's strength.
This special forces king seems to have some real skills.
"You're really something, you're on par with the water-carrying monks of our Shaolin Temple..."
"But you can't beat me with that kind of strength!"
He charged forward again, his spiked club sweeping out, and Cairnster could only desperately defend himself…
They wanted to retaliate, but the saying "an inch longer, an inch stronger" is not without merit.
Every time he tried to get close and strike, Zhan Pengwu's stick seemed to have a navigation system installed, automatically blocking every blow.
The two sides went back and forth like this, neither giving an inch...
"Yay! Drink! Ha!..."
In an instant, the sounds of clashing metal and the groans of the two fighters blended together, echoing through the rustling trees...
Sparks flew continuously from the collision of the steel knife and the steel rod, and at the same time, many of the spikes on Zhan Pengwu's wolf-tooth club flew off.
However, the two, engrossed in their fierce battle, were completely unaware of this, only thinking about how to kill each other as quickly as possible.
Before they knew it, they had been fighting for almost two minutes...
It seemed like a close match, but the defenders were mostly Kanester.
Moreover, he already had three or four wounds of varying sizes on his body, from which blood was slowly seeping out.
It wasn't that Zhan Pengwu hit him head-on, but rather that during the process of hiding... the steel spikes on the spiked club happened to scratch him.
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