Following a loud shout from the supervising sergeant, the two people on the ring started to move at the same time.
However, their actions were completely different. Peng Jiabao's body swayed and he ran out like a dexterous leopard. The two short blades in his hands were as thin as two psychics.
A small venomous snake like a snake was wrapped around Zheng Haotian.
But Zheng Haotian smiled slightly. He held the mace in one hand. He felt relaxed and freehand, as if the weapon in his hand was not a heavy and disgusting mace, but a small wooden stick.
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When anyone sees his appearance at this time, the first thought in their mind must be that the mace in his hand is most likely fake.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the mace drew a wonderful arc in mid-air, blocking Peng Jiabao's running route just right.
Peng Jiabao's face changed slightly. The weapon in his hand was short and dangerous. He had to get close to the opponent to exert its true power and pose a huge threat to the opponent. But if he couldn't get close, then the weapon in his hand would be a hundred times sharper.
Times, it's useless.
Seeing that Zheng Haotian's stick was about to hit him, he gritted his teeth, and his body suddenly became shorter. He was half-kneeling on the ground, and his legs continued to move towards Zheng Haotian as if they were equipped with pulleys.
A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. This person actually attacked in such a dangerous way as soon as he got started. It was indeed beyond Zheng Haotian's expectation.
However, he didn't know that because the weapons in Peng Jiabao's hands were too dangerous, most of his moves when using the weapons were tactics to win in danger. However, his fighting style was indeed taught by experts, and ordinary people
If you encounter it, it is absolutely impossible to guard against it.
The mace almost hit Peng Jiabao's forehead, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air and the huge sense of oppression made the young master shudder. He almost collapsed because he could not bear the incredible pressure.
At this point, he finally knew that the mace in this young man's hand was not a decoration, but a weapon that could truly be used freely.
He cursed secretly in his heart that someone could use such a heavy weapon against the enemy. This person's natural power must be too great.
He was thinking in his heart, but his movements were not slow at all. He was about to bully Zheng Haotian. His two swords were flying in a series, and his eyes were flashing with fierceness.
This person is already so good at such a young age, and it will be a big deal when he grows up in the future. It is better to take this opportunity to kill him with a knife, or injure him severely. As long as he is disabled, his life can be said to be ruined.
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His eyes were wide open, his breathing was heavy, and his sharp swords were about to pierce into the body of the young man in front of him.
An inch short and an inch dangerous, as long as he can get close, this is his world.
However, just when he was about to stab out with the pair of knives, and he was already imagining hearing the sweet scream in his ears, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a long iron bar in front of him.
"Ding……"
The sound of two clashes of gold and iron sounded almost indistinguishably.
Peng Jiabao was horrified to find that his two short blades did not penetrate the opponent's body as expected, but instead encountered a mace body made entirely of metal.
At some point, the young man took back the mace and put it upright in front of him, flicking all his swords away.
Although during this process, he desperately tried to change the direction of the stabbing of the two swords, the opponent's mace was too big, and it shook slightly twice, immediately blocking all routes.
The powerful repulsive force was immediately transmitted from the moment the dagger and the mace came into contact, and Peng Jiabao let out a low groan. He stamped his feet on the ground desperately and retreated at a speed that was no less than forward.
In his previous battles with his two brothers at home, he had never shown such quick movements, but now, out of fear, his speed was even faster.
People can always break through under tremendous pressure, and no one is exception to this.
Zheng Haotian did not pursue him, he just stood there and looked at the opponent with an angry look.
He was also secretly angry in his heart. The opponent's two swords were fast and cruel, and they were absolutely merciless. It seemed that there was an sworn hatred between them, and they actually wanted to kill him with one sword.
If his martial arts weren't a whole level higher than his opponent's, he wouldn't have been able to cope with it so easily.
Peng Jiabao took a few steps back and moved away from Zheng Haotian. Only then did he feel severe pain in his wrist. A glance revealed that his tiger's mouth was slightly cracked.
The opponent's strength is so incredible.
He raised his head suddenly, with a trace of extreme resentment flashing in his eyes. He suddenly gave a soft drink and rushed forward again.
Zheng Haotian snorted coldly. This was the first time he had seen such a sinister and ignorant person. At this moment, he even thought of Wang Biao, the guest of the Li family whom he met in the mountains.
The disgust this person gave him was actually a hundred times stronger than Wang Biao.
With a slight wave of the mace in his hand, he had decided to give the other party a lesson he would never forget.
A huge sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from around the mace. This was Zheng Haotian's first active attack. He waved the terrifying stick and hit the opponent on the head.
The mace was not raised above his head, but even so, the momentum and power displayed were rare, far beyond what Peng Jiabao, who was holding a pair of short blades, could compare to.
The sergeant next to him who had retreated to the corner of the ring turned slightly pale, and he was murmuring in his heart. What kind of little monster is this? It has such terrifying power. Peng Jiabao was extremely unlucky when he met him.
Already.
However, Peng Jiabao, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped. He raised his wrist, and the two short blades flew out one after the other.
They drew a long and bright mark in the void, heading straight towards Zheng Haotian's face and chest.
At this moment, Peng Jiabao actually shot the weapon in his hand as a hidden weapon. From such a short distance, if he didn't release it, there was a high probability that he would be doomed.
Zheng Haotian's eyes suddenly condensed, and his spirit was highly concentrated at this moment.
In his eyes, the speed of the two lightning-fast short blades seemed to have slowed down, and he could clearly see the two trajectories of the short blades flying over.
His feet were on the ground, like giant peaks that had stood for eternity, motionless. But his waist fell backwards at this moment.
He actually made an iron bridge in an instant, with his entire body folded backwards around his waist, and the back of his head was only half a foot away from the ring floor.
Peng Jiabao's face suddenly turned pale. He wanted to take this opportunity to step forward, but suddenly found that the opponent's mace was not placed casually, and the terrifying head of the club was actually pointing at him from a distance.
He had such a strange sense of fear that if he rushed forward at this time, he would definitely hit the mace with his head.
The human body is so fragile. If he comes into close contact with a mace covered with spikes, the consequences are definitely not something he can bear.
Zheng Haotian stood up slowly, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was even a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
There are not many people who can perform Iron Banqiao, and many people here can do it easily. But there are definitely not many people like Zheng Haotian who can stand up slowly with the strength of their waists alone.
Already.
As if feeling the murderous intention displayed by Zheng Haotian, Peng Jiabao's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to admit defeat, Ichika appeared in front of him, and then his body flew out like a giant hammer hitting him.
While he was in the air, a severe, unimaginable pain came from his hands. He couldn't help but scream loudly, but before the screams stopped, his body had already flown out of the ring and fell heavily.
Fall to the ground.
The unbearable pain and strong shock made his eyes turn white, and he just looked forward to passing out.
Zheng Haotian on the ring slowly withdrew his mace. He looked at Peng Jiabao howling on the ground, but there was no mercy in his heart.
He just used the mace as a club and hit Peng Jiabao's arms one after another.
The power of the mace was so powerful that it broke his arm in an instant, and then pushed him gently out of the ring.
One only needs to look at Peng Jiabao to know the fate of a man whose arms are suddenly broken and falls from a high altitude.
The sergeant supervising the battle gasped and said quickly: "The battle is over, Zheng Haotian wins."
Weapon combat is the most dangerous event assessment. Although intentional killing is not allowed in the competition here, it is common for someone to be injured.
Peng Jiabao didn't howl for long before someone carried him down. As for whether to throw him out of the military camp or treat him on the spot, that was beyond Zheng Haotian's control.
After getting off the ring and taking the certificate from the sergeant's hand, Zheng Haotian turned his eyes and suddenly realized that the eyes of the people around him were completely different from the first.
Especially when he looked at the mace, there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.
Yu Weihua came to his side and whispered: "Let's go."
The two left the weapons battle venue side by side, and the rest of the people who participated in the assessment watched them leave with relief, like the eyes of a god of plague...