The second floor of the training hall.
Wei Heng followed Liu Zhou into the competition hall and looked around.
In the hall that was a hundred meters long and wide, except for the one-meter-and-a-half-high arena in the middle that was empty, there were already more than twenty people practicing catching pairs in other empty spaces.
These people were both men and women, mostly in their twenties and thirties, and the oldest was only over forty.
There are also some doctor's coats hanging on the hangers on the wall. Obviously, those doing morning exercises here are all the hospital's internal medical staff.
It was not yet 7 a.m., and there was still some time before the hospital started work at 8 a.m.
In this era when all people are practicing martial arts, even in the military hospitals in the rear areas, there are many people who practice martial arts hard.
They were either fighting with their fists or kicking, or sparring with weapons in their hands. They exhaled and shouted from time to time, making the spacious hall lively.
"Dr. Liu."
"Dr. Xiao Liu, here you go."
"Xiao Liu, when I'm practicing boxing, I always feel wrong when I punch with force. Can you give me some pointers later?"
When people doing morning exercises saw Liu Zhou, many greeted him warmly.
There were also several young girls in their twenties who stopped practicing as soon as they saw Liu Zhou coming in and cheered around.
"Easy to say, easy to say. Let's wait until I finish the discussion with this brother." Liu Zhou responded with a smile and walked straight to the ring in the center of the competition hall.
"It's very popular." Wei Heng looked around and followed Liu Zhou towards the center of the competition hall.
Because he had heard Liu Zhou and another man talking about him in the cafeteria before, and it seemed that because of Dr. Lin Muning, Wei Heng was wary of Liu Zhou.
After all, love breeds hatred, and children from rich families looking for trouble to deal with suspicious competitors in order to pick up girls has long been a vulgar plot in various novels and TV series, and Wei Heng is naturally familiar with it.
But on the way from the cafeteria to the training hall, although Liu Zhou was making insinuations and trying to trick himself, there was nothing wrong with his words and behavior.
Moreover, these people who do morning exercises are so familiar with Liu Zhou and even ask him for advice, so you can know that Liu Zhou must be giving advice to many people.
This is unusual.
You must know that Liu Zhou is a genetic warrior.
Most of the medical staff in these morning exercises are just ordinary martial arts disciples, who do not even meet the threshold of quasi-martial arts.
If nothing else, just because Liu Zhou is willing to waste time to point out the weak, at least it can be seen that he is not a bad person.
"What kind of weapons do brothers Wei Heng use? Commonly used weapons are prepared in the martial arts hall. You can choose your own." Liu Zhou first picked up a set of protective gear and put it on in front of the weapon rack on one side of the ring, and then took another.
After carrying a round shield and a long sword, he stepped onto the stage.
"Weapons..." Wei Heng looked at the large number of weapons on the weapons rack.
There are indeed many types of knives, spears, sticks, sticks, axes, hammers, swords, spears, etc. Not only are there all the commonly used "nine long and nine short" weapons, there are even some unpopular weapons.
Of course, these weapons are all 'simulation'.
Although the model, center of gravity, and weight are exactly the same as the weapons used by warriors, the materials used are vastly different, and they are not sharpened, which ensures that the two sides can avoid fatal injuries to the greatest extent during sparring.
call!
Wei Heng pulled out a long spear.
This is the longest and heaviest item on the long weapon rack. The handle is about six feet (2 meters) long, and the blade is about three feet (1 meter) long. It is made entirely of alloy and weighs a full 108kg.
Wei Heng raised his hand with one hand and struck twice with slashes and thrusts.
"call."
"laugh."
The sharp whistling sound of the air immediately attracted the attention of people in the entire hall.
Does anyone want to compete in the central arena?
Is the opponent Dr. Liu?
People who were originally immersed in the sparring stopped and gathered towards the ring.
This central arena is usually only used when teachers give lessons, or when a few genetic warriors in the hospital compete and compete.
For these people, whose strongest abilities are only high-level warriors, being able to see genetic warriors compete is a rare opportunity and they will naturally not miss it.
"Use a horse?" Watching Wei Heng put on protective gear and step onto the ring with a weapon in one hand, Liu Zhou raised his eyebrows and his eyes became serious.
The long spear, also known as the 'horse spear', was a heavy cavalry weapon in ancient China, far longer than ordinary guns and spears.
Moreover, the 1-meter-long sharp blade is like an 'Eight-sided Han Sword', with three ridges and a total of eight sides. It has amazing lethality and is especially good at breaking armor.
In ancient China, especially during the Han and Tang dynasties, the long spear was a weapon used to deal with heavily armored cavalry and armored war horses.
Whether it is fish scale chain mail, iron circle armor, or bright light armor, in the face of a sword-sharp sword, it can destroy both men and horses with one blow.
For example, Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, once praised his most powerful general, Yuchi Gong, and said: "With a public servant accompanying me, even if there are millions of people, they are nothing like me!"
This shows the power of Changshan in the hands of a peerless warrior.
"Brother Wei Heng turns out to be a real person who doesn't show his face. Warriors who are good at using horses are rare. Today is just a day for me to gain knowledge." Liu Zhou held a round shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, like a knight in the Western Middle Ages.
Li, stood ten meters away and stared at Wei Heng.
"I'm not a real person. I just want this horse's spear to be long enough." Wei Heng shook his head slightly, holding the head of the spear with his right hand, and holding the handle with his left hand. The blade of the spear was pointed flat at Liu Zhou, and he made a spear with a big pole.
posture.
"It turns out that Ma Shu was used as a spear wielder." Liu Zhou felt relieved immediately.
Just say it.
The school martial arts gym teaches the most basic boxing weapons. The real secrets of combat skills can only be learned in the military or even after joining the Genetic Alliance.
How could a rookie who had just graduated from school and joined the army make a fool of himself?
"Be careful."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhou suddenly rushed forward and covered a distance of eight meters in an instant.
Wow!
The long sword in his hand drew an arc, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wei Heng.
Even though they were still three or four meters apart, Wei Heng could feel the chill coming from the center of his eyebrows.
It was the illusion of being locked by the tip of the sword.
Whoosh.
Wei Heng stepped back and stabbed out the spear in his hand like lightning!
The three-meter-long arm, together with the length of his arms, immediately smoothed the distance between him and Liu Zhou.
It was as if Liu Zhou was hitting the tip of the blade himself.
"Watch me break your horse!" Liu Zhou laughed loudly, facing the long sword with the round shield in his hand, tilting it slightly to try to ward it off.
When fighting short weapons against long weapons, the first key is close combat.
The reason why he holds a shield in one hand and a sword in the other is to prevent his opponent from using long weapons to restrain him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the round shield in his hand came into contact with the blade, he felt a sudden force.
It turned out that Wei Heng had also changed his moves, changing his attacking stance into a springing stance, and followed the tilted round shield and struck straight across.
A huge force of more than 3,000 kilograms penetrated, causing the entire alloy handle in his hand to bend instantly.
"Snapped!"
Liu Zhou's forward figure paused for a moment, then was knocked to the ground and violently retreated for more than ten meters.
"interesting."
He looked down and saw that the smooth metal buckler in his hand had a deep dent on it.
Wei Heng, however, still resumed his previous posture of wielding a large spear, except that the tip of the straight blade slightly changed its direction, never leaving him, as if waiting to respond to his next attack at any time.
"Brother Wei Heng, I have to be serious next time." Liu Zhou's eyes narrowed, and the originally loose training clothes on his lower body suddenly bulged.
His legs?
Wei Heng's eyes narrowed and he saw Liu Zhou exert force on his feet, and the whole arena seemed to shake.
To be continued...