Special War God

Starting from the second strike, Gu Xiuzhan no longer targeted Diwu Dechang, but completed the next ten strikes alone.

There were eleven strikes in total, each one more powerful and more charming than the previous one. He was worried that striking at Diwu Dechang would interrupt his comprehension, so he simply practiced alone, just like he was doing actual combat training, or more precisely, training.

Even so, under the pressure of Gu Xiuzhan's sword, Diwu Dechang had to take several steps back.

This is a bit embarrassing. You pick him out, and he just swings his knife a few times to scare you back, and then he puts the knife away and doesn't fight you. The newcomers at the scene look at Diwu Dechang and try their best to hold back their laughter, which is very difficult.

All the veterans, including Diwu Dechang, looked thoughtfully at Gu Xiuzhang, who was standing with a knife. The veteran next to Liu Dabazi couldn't help but say, "This guy seems to have made a breakthrough in the way of the knife and is immersed in comprehension."

Liu Dabazi sighed, "Yes, it seems that he seldom fought with others before, but he had a deep understanding just by being attracted by someone's aura, and he seemed to have caught a hint of the sword's intention! If this person is trained well, his achievements will not be low."

Although Diwu Dechang was in a very awkward situation just now, he was now facing Xia Zhongnan calmly. He was thick-skinned enough and said gloomily, "You said you wanted me to fight three people alone. Now, your companions have gone to the side, and there are only two of us left!"

Hearing him say this, it seemed as if he regarded Gu Xiuzhan as a madman, misleading some people with poor eyesight into thinking that Gu Xiuzhan was afraid of fighting!

Xia Zhongnan laughed: "I was just joking with you. Do I need to join forces with others? I was originally worried that you would be laughed at by those old comrades, so I reminded you. Since you don't mind, of course I don't mind even more!"

Diwu Dechang could not help but be stunned. He had just retreated when Gu Xiuzhan drew his knife, which actually had already lost face. Xia Zhongnan did not join forces with Gu Xiuzhan, which was to show his disdain to join forces with others. His nonsense was like a clown.

He originally didn't care that his old comrades would use this martial arts test to make fun of him, but he had been forced to retreat repeatedly by Gu Xiuzhan before, and he was indeed unconventional in choosing only two people as his opponents. Now it was a one-on-one match, and he was afraid that he would really be laughed at by those guys in the future.

He stopped and looked at the other casual cultivators, intending to pick two more people to join forces with Xia Zhongnan, so that he would not be laughed at by those people. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that he had been led by Xia Zhongnan, and he was at a loss as to what to do.

He was furious and gnashed his teeth as he said, "Stop talking nonsense and show me how capable you are!"

After saying that, he went straight to Xia Zhongnan.

Xia Zhongnan held the gun with both hands, ready to fight, with the tip of the gun pointed at Diwu Dechang, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

During his many years of military career, he had put a lot of effort into this fighting style. Although he was not holding a sword or a gun, the function of a spear was almost the same. Holding a gun in his hand, he naturally exuded a sense of deterrence.

Diwu Dechang had just rushed out a few steps when he had to brake suddenly. Fortunately, he had profound skills and managed to stabilize his body. The reason was that he found that Xia Zhongnan had no flaws. No matter how he attacked, he would be hit by the spear. What was worse was that he was unarmed. Seeing Xia Zhongnan's condensed momentum, he had no confidence that he could resist the impending attack with his bare hands.

At this moment, he hated Mao Zizhuang so much. It was Mao Zizhuang who took the lead in throwing away his sword and fighting the enemy with bare hands. The old soldiers behind him followed suit and went into the battlefield without weapons. As a result, he himself suffered bad luck.

Diwu Dechang's unstable body immediately exposed a big flaw when he rushed and stopped. Xia Zhongnan had put him in a dilemma, and he was a little dazed. He made mistakes one after another.

How could Xia Zhongnan miss such an opportunity? He took a step forward and thrust his spear into Diwu Dechang's chest with all his strength, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, accurately and fiercely.

However, he lacked actual combat experience after all, and only knew how to attack, not how to stop. He was not sure whether Diwu Dechang could block or avoid the shot, but he still tried his best.

The casual cultivators screamed in shock. Seeing the momentum of Xia Zhongnan's stabbing, if it were them, they would definitely die. The veterans also took a deep breath. If they were in Diwu Dechang's position, they would probably not be able to avoid this shot.

At the critical moment, Diwu Dechang had no time to think, just like Bai Suhong did before, he raised his hands to his chest and tightly grasped the spear. But he didn't have the reaction speed of Bai Suhong, the impact of the spear was too great, he couldn't hold it at all, and the tip of the spear still pierced his heart.

There was a sound of "ding", and the tip of the gun seemed to hit a metal object and stopped. Diwu Dechang was knocked back seven or eight meters by the huge impact force and fell heavily to the ground.

Under the surprised gaze of the crowd, Diwu Dechang struggled to stand up, his face pale, and his clothes on the chest were pierced by a spear, revealing the breastplate underneath.

He glanced at the breastplate that was twisted by the spear, and a cold sweat broke out. If it weren't for this breastplate, he would have died here today.

There was a moment of complete silence on the field.

No one expected that an old soldier would be defeated so badly in a one-on-one duel.

The newcomers were afraid of the old soldiers' authority and did not dare to cheer. The old soldiers were also a little overwhelmed, thinking that it was not appropriate to cheer for the newcomers and ignore the face of the defeated old brothers.

Of course, seeing Diwu Dechang's embarrassed appearance, many people in the crowds on both sides wanted to laugh and scream, but they were trying their best to hold it back, and it was very difficult to hold it back...

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted loudly: "Great!" The sound echoed throughout the venue.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Liu Dabazi who was cheering. Now, the others could no longer restrain themselves and cheered one after another, even making all kinds of strange cheers.

Diwu Dechang's already pale face immediately turned even darker, and he glared fiercely at his companions who were causing the commotion.

After a long while, everyone's enthusiasm gradually died down and the scene returned to tranquility.

Liu Dabazi walked to the center of the venue, looked at Xia Zhongnan, and then looked at Diwu Dechang.

Xia Zhongnan bowed to Liu Dabazi with a smile, while Diwu Dechang lowered his head in shame under Liu Dabazi's gaze.

Liu Dabazi slowly circled around Diwu Dechang and said, "What's wrong? Don't you usually brag so much in front of me? Why are you like a defeated rooster today? Look up at me, let me take a good look at you now!"