"A beast in human clothing, hiding his true potential" suddenly popped up in Fengming's mind. Looking at Tuanan on the field, he quickly drove the idea out of his mind. How could our Tuanan be a beast in human clothing? He must have said too many catchy sayings in his previous life.
Feng Xiyun was wearing a smart red shorts today. He looked extremely smart and capable, with an air of youthfulness, truly a young talent.
On the other hand, although Tu Nan was also wearing refined clothes that were suitable for free movement, the color was refreshing red and blue, and he still had the demeanor of a refined and elegant young man. Feng Ming really couldn't tell that Tu Nan looked like a martial arts master at all.
If we must say that, Tuanan, who was in a state of readiness, had a more cold and stern temperament, and was more like the "gentlemanly villain" that people used to talk about on the Internet.
He is not the kind of gentleman who appears to be well-educated but is actually evil inside, but he is the kind of gentleman who appears to be gentleman but is actually evil inside, with a hint of abstinence.
If Tunan were in modern times, wearing a suit, shirt, and gold-rimmed glasses, ah...
Fengming felt that he couldn't think about it anymore...
The two men on the field had already started fighting while Fengming was daydreaming. From Fengming's perspective, the fight between the two was dazzling, with back and forth attacks, which was very lively.
After fighting for a while, it was still difficult to determine the winner.
Feng Xiyun called a pause. "Tunan, you said you only knew some basic martial arts, but we've been fighting for quite some time and there's no clear winner. It seems we're evenly matched with our bare hands. So, can you use weapons?"
"I will." Tuanan stopped after Feng Xiyun told him to. Apart from a slightly red face from the intense exercise, he didn't even breathe.
"How about this, let's use weapons to compete. It's rare to meet you, so we must see who is better today." Feng Xiyun was even happier when he heard that Tuanan could use weapons.
Feng Xiyun usually uses an Eight Treasures Linglong Spear, which is made of fine steel and has a cold and captivating glow.
Fengming was worried about Tunan, as he had only been training for a few years. Bare hands might be fine, but if he used real swords and spears, the swords and spears would be blind and it would be bad if he got hurt. But just as she was about to call for a halt, she was stopped by the Third Prince.
"Don't worry, Xiao Ming'er. I'm watching over it. Nothing will go wrong. I think Tunan has a strong foundation. That silly boy Xiyun may not be able to get the upper hand. We'll just have to wait and see."
Since the Third Prince had spoken, Fengming continued to watch with peace of mind. She was absolutely confident in her Third Uncle's personal abilities.
On the field, Feng Xiyun took out the Eight Treasures Linglong Spear that he had always kept in the Third Prince's Mansion. Tu Nan scanned the weapon rack and finally chose a standard long sword of the military camp.
Feng Xiyun took the lead, stabbing Tu Nan in the chest. Tu Nan bent back to avoid the attack, then blocked it with his sword...
Feng Xiyun used all kinds of spear techniques, such as stabbing, stabbing, attacking, wrapping, circling, blocking, grabbing, poking, flicking and dancing. The long sword in Tunan's hand was like a sharp blade, and the sword was like a white snake spitting out its tongue and a swimming dragon. The two fought hard.
Although he couldn't tell how many moves they had exchanged, nor who had the upper hand, Fengming could see that Tunan's sword dance was truly graceful.
"Good!" The Third Prince cheered loudly and clapped his hands. Feng Ming, who was distracted, felt that it was Feng Xiyun who fired several shots in a row, forcing Tu Nan to retreat quickly before he could avoid them.
Feng Xiyun's skills, which he had practiced since childhood, were still better than Tu Nan's who had only practiced for a few years.
The two fought for several more rounds, but in the end, the long sword in Tuanan's hand was knocked down by Feng Xiyun's spear, and the winner was clear.
Tunan held the sword in his hand and bowed to Feng Xiyun: "The young prince's spear skills are indeed amazing, I admire him." There was no sadness of defeat on his face, but a calm expression.
"Haha, Tunan, you're not bad either. I was able to defeat you mostly because of my weapons." After this fight, Feng Xiyun liked Tunan even more. He went up and put his arm around Tunan's shoulders and hung on him.
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