Chapter 218 Ancient Rock Mountain Top

Author: Long Baoyu

Chapter 218 Ancient Rock Mountain Top

The wind whined in my ears, and the scenery in my field of vision quickly receded.

Tuzha's energy and blood were running at full speed, and he galloped down the mountain, looking back from time to time.

After running for a while, I suddenly noticed a series of footprints left on the snow, and thought to myself: "Oh no, no, no, there is heavy snow everywhere in this mountain. No matter where you run, you will leave footprints."

"If that kid were to find help and catch up, I'm afraid I would be trapped here."

Looking around, I saw a large field of reeds in front of me, stretching along the river so vastly that I couldn't see the edge at a glance.

"Yes!"

Tuzha came up with a plan, made several ups and downs, got into the reed swamp, walked horizontally for several miles, turned around in the middle, and ran directly to the mountain.

"This kid must have thought that I was going down the mountain, but I wanted to do the opposite."

In less than half an hour, Tuza arrived at the top of the ancient rock and saw the big stone where Zhao Lin usually practiced.

He climbed onto the boulder and looked at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain. He suddenly felt broad-minded and couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

"There is a saying that the most dangerous place is the safest. That's it."

"Let them search the entire Yanyun Mountains, and they probably wouldn't have thought that I was on this mountain, haha..."

The more he thought about it, the more proud he became, and he couldn't help but laugh lowly.

"You are hiding here, do you think I can't find you?"

A slightly teasing remark reached his ears, and the smile on Tuza's face froze instantly.

Turning his head, he saw Zhao Lin walking over in a leisurely manner, looking at him with a smile but not a smile.

"You...how did you find me here?"

A trace of fear arose in Tuza's heart, and he felt increasingly elusive about the young man in front of him.

Of course, Zhao Lin would not tell him that he came here because of the smell. He slowed down and stopped five or six feet away from Tuzha. He stretched out his palm and retracted four fingers.

"There are five people, and only you are left."

"Stop struggling pointlessly and sealing your own acupoint. I'll spare your life."

Tuzha's face was as dark as water, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you so sure that you can defeat me? Do you know that a cornered beast still fights, and a poor enemy should not be pursued?"

Zhao Lin sneered disdainfully, "He is indeed a barbarian. He can learn a few idioms and use them randomly. How can anyone compare himself to a trapped beast or a poor bandit?"

"But having said that, this metaphor is quite appropriate."

In fact, with Zhao Lin's original personality, he doesn't like to talk nonsense when fighting with others, especially when facing a life-and-death fight, he needs to stay focused as much as possible.

However, after practicing in the inner courtyard for more than a year, I gradually understood a truth: language is also a weapon.

He once read this passage in a notebook: "A fight does not start from the moment a move is made. Sometimes a look or an action can put great pressure on the opponent."

"Using words to put pressure on the other party can also increase your chances of winning."

Zhao Lin deliberately showed that he was sure of victory, which was to put pressure on Tuza and gain a psychological advantage.

When Tuzha heard the word "barbarian", his temples jumped twice, and he snorted coldly: "You, Dai Viet, are known as the Kingdom of the Central Plains, but your performance in the martial arts competition was not very good, and it is not as good as..."

Zhao Lin stared at him and said, "Not as good as you Wei Zi, right?"

Tuzha's face changed slightly and he remained silent.

Zhao Lin didn't bother and smiled slightly, "After hearing what you said, I seem to understand."

"What do you understand?"

"Are you worried about my strength and worried that no one will be my opponent in the martial arts competition, so you want to get rid of me?"

Tuza was shocked and fell silent.

The Great Elder thinks that Zhao Lin has grown too fast and is worried that no one will be able to control him after the age of twenty-five. But now, it seems that he is terrifyingly strong now, let alone a few years later.

Zhao Lin glanced at him and continued: "Unfortunately, you seem to have overestimated your abilities. If you double the manpower, you might be able to do it."

Tuza felt inexplicably anxious and shouted: "At this point, it is useless to talk more. At worst, we will fight to the death!"

As he spoke, he jumped up and was a few feet away in the blink of an eye. His right leg swept out with fierce energy.

Seeing the menacing attack, Zhao Lin took a step back to avoid its sharp edge. When the opponent's long legs swept past him, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed a claw.

Tuza's next move was unexpected. He didn't care about Zhao Lin's claw attack. Before his right leg even hit the ground, his left leg quickly popped out and kicked Zhao Lin's lower body.

Zhao Lin was surprised. This was a desperate attack. Although his grasp could seriously injure his opponent, he couldn't bear the hit.

He quickly jumped horizontally and dodge with his moves.

Tuzha was unyielding and kicked out the third, fourth and fifth legs one after another.

Every time he kicks out, his whole body shakes slightly, as if he has endless back moves.

The shadows on his legs were so heavy that Zhao Lin couldn't help but retreat, and he couldn't move to attack.

Zhao Lin's heart trembled.

Master Zhu Huaishan once said that when fighting, the more desperate you are about your life, the harder it is to die. The more you cherish your life, the sooner you will die.

This is the principle when two strong men meet and the brave one wins.

Tuza tried desperately to get a chance to survive. If he was afraid, he might really capsize in the gutter.

"Gan... go all out, right?"

Zhao Lin's eyes narrowed, and he aroused a fierce energy in his heart. Seeing Tuzha attacking with his legs again, he simply nailed his left leg to the ground and did not move. He used his turtle strength to protect his upper body and kicked out a rain-covering kick from the side.

Tuza didn't expect that Zhao Lin would dare to fight with him, so he couldn't help being shocked. However, it was too late to change his moves at this time, so he used his strength to protect his body and put more force on his legs.

With two "bang bang" sounds, the two of them flew out sideways at the same time.

After landing, his body smashed into the snow, plowing two deep ravines.

After a while, Zhao Lin slowly stood up.

After moving my body for a while, I felt that my left arm was swollen and numb, I couldn't use it at all, and there was a dull pain in my chest.

However, in comparison, Tuza was even worse. His face was blue and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. Although he managed to stand up, he was swaying as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Lin spat out the snow foam in his mouth and walked towards Tuzha step by step. He gradually walked faster and faster and started to gallop.

This body has been transformed by the spirit beast map, and its ability to withstand blows is far beyond that of ordinary people. If I feel uncomfortable, the enemy will definitely have an even harder time.

Tuza bit his lip to calm himself down and staggered forward to meet him.

Using his energy, he turned his palms to draw an arc, and then pulled out a red sword to slash. The energy spread like a flame.

Zhao Lin's fist was filled with cold air, as if it were covered with a layer of frost, and two strands of energy, one green and one silver, were vaguely visible hovering in it.

boom!

When the flaming knife collided with the Sky Frost Fist, the force stirred up dozens of air currents, causing snowflakes to fly and fall on the ground.

The two figures collided with each other, their bodies intertwined, and the sound of fists and feet clashing kept sounding.

Frost and dust are everywhere, and snow and fog are billowing.

The fight lasted for more than ten breaths, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a figure fell out of the white mist.

Tuza was covered in blood and his eyes were full of unwillingness. He tried to stand up with his hands on the ground, but he had no strength at all and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!