Although Zhou Cang sensed something was wrong, he still announced the competition format.
The competition was divided into 3 games. Zhou Cang sent 3 men to compete with Zhang Gong. However, the competition could not use wheel fighting. This made Zhang Gong feel a little more at ease. After all, the opponent's strong men with big shoulders and round waists were not easy to deal with. If
If they were to fight, Zhang Gong was really not sure that he would be able to successfully complete his master's instructions.
The two sides came to an open space, and Zhou Cang hand-picked the first bandit to fight.
Not only is this bandit tall, but his big hands are like two cattail fans, and he looks like a martial artist at first glance.
Ma Xiaoquan walked up to Zhang Gong, whispered something in his ear, then stepped aside, crossed his arms and looked at it calmly.
The more Zhou Cang looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He pulled Pei Yuanshao over and said, "Old Pei, why does that guy look so happy? Could it be that his men have some killer moves?"
Pei Yuanshao shook his head and said: "Don't allow other people's ambitions to destroy your own prestige. That guy with Black Hand is one of the best heroes in our Weihu Mountain. No matter how powerful he is, he probably won't be able to last the time of a stick of incense. You just watch obediently."
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Zhou Cang swallowed, looked at the two people who were ready in the open space, and announced loudly: "The competition begins!"
As soon as Zhou Cang gave the order, the man named Hei Shou rushed towards Zhang Gong with a grin. Zhang Gong cleverly turned sideways to avoid Hei Shou's attack, and then he lightly slashed at the back of Hei Shou's neck.
The other party's eyes rolled and he collapsed softly.
"Ah?" Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao looked at their men lying motionless on the ground and stopped talking.
In the first round, Zhang Gong only made one move, and it was a seemingly simple move, and he knocked down his opponent. The whole process was as Pei Yuanshao said, without using a stick of incense, it was just his own person, and
It wasn't Ma Xiaoquan's men who raised their bows.
Zhou Cang's face was dark and he was so angry that he had nothing to say. The person was appointed by him, and he didn't expect it to be so shameless.
In the second game, it was Pei Yuanshao who appointed one of his men to compete.
Although this subordinate is relatively tall and strong, his skin is extremely white, so white that it seems bloodless.
Pei Yuanshao comforted Zhou Cang and said: "The white-faced man is second only to the two of us. Don't worry. If he can't handle it, I will do it myself."
The second game of the competition begins.
The white-faced man was as steady as a mountain, motionless, but his eyes were looking at Zhang Gong very alertly.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move before him.
This mantra is the classic experience of the white-faced man in one-on-one fights. In the past, the white-faced man has also faced large and small one-on-one fights. He has participated in many fair and unfair fights. With this sentence
The formula, the white-faced man is invincible, this time, he still adopts this tactic.
On the other hand, Zhang Gong looked at the white-faced man calmly. Compared with the other man's alert expression, Zhang Gong looked more natural. He first glanced at his master Ma Xiaoquan, then smiled, and finally smacked his mouth.
He stared at the white-faced man impatiently.
Despite Zhang Gong's calm appearance on the surface, he was actually very surprised in his heart.
He was surprised not because of his opponent, but because of the analysis of his opponent that his master had previously done for him.
As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be in danger. Before the competition, the master gave him an analysis, saying that the opponent would send a reckless opponent to win with one blow the first time. If he unfortunately lost, the opponent would send a very cautious opponent the second time.
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Sure enough, both opponents were convinced by their master.
Although Zhang Gong was illiterate, he could understand people's words. In addition, Ma Xiaoquan spoke very straightforwardly, so Zhang Gong naturally understood very well.
After following his master, Zhang Gong asked for advice. Ma Xiaoquan did not hide it and taught him all the fighting skills suitable for Zhang Gong.
Zhang Gong was indeed a prodigy in martial arts. Although he only had a partial understanding of what he heard, his movements were surprisingly standard.
Of course, Zhang Gong still lacks actual combat drills.
So Ma Xiaoquan deceived Zhou Cang into sending someone to practice with Zhang Gong by saying that he had five hundred loads of grain.
Zhang Gong and the white-faced man looked at each other motionless. Beads of sweat were already dripping from the white-faced man's head, but Zhang Gong was much better than him.
The incense stick passed by, but the two of them were still motionless.
Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao seem to be quite patient. They are very confident in the strength of the white-faced man. They believe that as long as the opponent takes action, the white-faced man will definitely knock down the opponent faster than the opponent, or...
Kill the opponent.
Ma Xiaoquan couldn't sit still. He underestimated the patience of the white-faced man, and also underestimated the patience of Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao. However, Ma Xiaoquan was not idle with this stick of incense. He would not stupidly think that Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were
He would obediently let him go after the competition, so Ma Xiaoquan kept scanning the surrounding environment with the corner of his eyes. Of course, what he looked at most often was the roasted lamb on the fire rack.
"Okay, draw your bow, stop looking, let's settle the battle."
Zhang Gong nodded, clapped his hands, and walked slowly over.
That's right, Zhang Gong walked over, instead of rushing or throwing.
Zhang Gong has seen too many opponents who are immovable. In the past in the Yellow Turban Bandit Camp, Wang Dali always liked to gather a group of people to fight each other. After each fight, everyone would discuss it and work together to make sure
It is much brighter than one person's head.
Everyone has discussed before that when dealing with people who don't attack first, you should approach them calmly and leisurely. Thinking of this, Zhang Gong suddenly felt sad...
The white-faced man looked at Zhang Gong walking over and panicked for a moment. He did not expect that the other party would do this. This approach was completely against the common sense of a pair. However, the white-faced man was not an easy person, he would
He reached into his arms and quietly took out a poisonous needle.
Boss Pei had previously ordered him to kill this person before he came on stage. The white-faced man thought for a while and decided that he was not allowed to use weapons on the surface, so he would do it under the knife. Anyway, he usually killed people by means of underhanded tactics.
The opponent's.
Zhang Gong had already seen the white-faced man's actions. He would not think that the white-faced man reached into his arms to scratch it. Zhang Gong was sure that the white-faced man must have taken something out of his arms, so he did not dare to underestimate him.
Already.
When he walked in front of the white-faced man, the distance between them was less than 7 feet, which is about 1.6 meters in current measurements. He stopped with his bow, took a deep breath, and suddenly launched an attack.
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The white-faced man had already expected that Zhang Gong would strike first. He quickly took two steps back, inserted the poisonous needle in his hand between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and stabbed Zhang Gong.
The poisonous needle was so thin that if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't see it at all. The white-faced man thought that Zhang Gong wouldn't notice it and would definitely punch him.
But his wishful thinking turned out to be wrong. Zhang Gong not only did not fight with him, but instead used his palm instead of fist to slap away the white-faced man's hand with the poisonous needle from the side.
The white-faced man didn't give up, and struck back with his backhand. Without any fuss, Zhang Gong raised his kick and kicked the white-faced man in the calf bone.
Just as he was about to be kicked, the white-faced man turned sideways and cleverly avoided Zhang Gong's kick.
"The opportunity has come!" The white-faced man grabbed the poisonous needle with a ferocious expression and stabbed Zhang Gong's calf, which he had no time to retract.
Zhang Gong was calm and did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward, slanted his shoulders, and executed an "Iron Mountain Lean" as fast as possible.
This move was taught to him by his master before he went up the mountain. This was Zhang Gong's first time using it. Although the movements were a bit unstandard, it was more than enough to deal with the white-faced man.
The white-faced man didn't expect that the other party would change his tactics like this. This time, he couldn't avoid being hit hard and hard.
With a "bang", the white-faced man was hit by Zhang Gong, and then he screamed and flew out with blood spurting from his mouth.
The moment the white-faced man flew out, the poisonous needle in his hand also fell out of his hand. With his eyes wide open, he gently clamped the handle of the poisonous needle with two fingers.
Zhang Gong brought the poisonous needle to his nose and smelled it, then threw the poisonous needle at his feet with disdain: "Sure enough, it's evil."
The faces of Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were already red at this time. Originally, this matter was acquiescence among their thieves, but if someone exposed it, it would be another matter.
Pei Yuanshao laughed: "That's not a poisonous needle, it's just a sewing needle..."
Zhang Gongdao: "I don't think I said it was a poisonous needle, right?"
Pei Yuanshao's face turned green all of a sudden, and he said angrily: "Damn it, I'll be there in person for the third game..."
Zhou Cang stopped Pei Yuanshao and whispered: "Old Pei, didn't you spend the night with those two girls last night? Do you still have any physical strength?"
Pei Yuanshao blushed and said, "That doesn't matter. If you look at it, I won't believe it."
As soon as Pei Yuanshao finished speaking, he rushed forward to fight Zhang Gong without waiting for Zhang Gong to be ready.
Zhang Gong saw that Pei Yuanshao was approaching fiercely and did not dare to neglect him. He quickly adjusted his breathing and got out of the way.
Pei Yuanshao's charge failed and he was extremely angry. He twisted his body, turned around and threw a punch.
Zhang Gong knew that he couldn't dodge this time, so he put his head in his hands and resisted Pei Yuanshao's punch.
Pei Yuanshao's punch was not heavy. Although Zhang Gong took a defensive posture, he was still beaten back no more than 4 steps.
"Such a lot of strength!" Zhang Gong bared his teeth and felt waves of numbness in his arms.
Pei Yuanshao succeeded in the attack and continued to launch a crazy attack. Zhang Gong did not show weakness, adjusted slightly, and faced him.
The two of them were fighting in an instant, with their fists hitting the flesh, and everyone present was frightened.
Although Zhang Gong is not tall, he has excellent physical fitness. Ma Xiaoquan once told Zhang Gong that whether a person can fight depends first on his skill and secondly on his ability to resist being hit.
Zhang Gong's skills are not very good, but his ability to resist blows, Ma Xiaoquan asked himself, except for himself who has undergone special training, Zhang Gong is undoubtedly the strongest he has seen so far.