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Zhao Meng chose to launch the first attack. His spear thrust out like lightning, and the tip of the spear cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The spear tip carried an unstoppable momentum, as if it could penetrate everything. Zhao Meng's arm muscles were tense, veins bulging, and every movement was filled with power.

The tip of the gun was like a meteor, rushing towards Zhu Tie with a breath of destruction.

At this moment, even the wind seemed to be affected by this sharp shot, swirling and spreading in all directions.

Seeing Zhao Meng coming at him fiercely, Zhu Tie was not at all flustered. He simply turned sideways, used his shoulder to bounce the iron stick up, and swung it, using the heavy stick to block the attack of the spear.

At the moment the gun and stick intersected, there was a loud "clang" sound, as if a huge bell was violently hit. The sound was crisp and loud, with the unique texture of metal, exploding in the air, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.

The sound penetrated the sky, making people's hearts tremble and feel the powerful impact.

The loud noise echoed in the martial arts field, startling a few birds on the branches not far away.

Zhao Meng held the spear tightly in both hands. It was just a simple collision, but his knuckles were slightly numb from the shock, which made him feel Zhu Tie's strength more deeply. He knew that he should try to avoid a head-on confrontation with him next time!

After missing the target, Zhao Meng immediately changed his tactics. With a flick of his wrist, his spear danced like a snake, the tip of the spear continuously stabbing at various parts of Zhu Tie. The spear tips fell like raindrops, dazzling the eyes.

Zhao Meng's movements were agile and precise, each thrust carried great power and speed. His eyes were focused and cold, as if he only had his opponent and victory in his eyes.

His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and each breath was accompanied by the dancing of his spear, making people feel his powerful aura.

Zhu Tie didn't care at all. He used his long stick as a shield, blocking left and right, and neutralizing the spear attacks one by one.

The heavy iron staff was as light as a lamp wick. In his hands, it was sometimes as flexible as a long snake, and sometimes opened and closed like a tiger, as if it had life.

"The spear is like a dragon, the stick is like a tiger." This sentence means that when wielding a spear, one should be as agile and swift as a dragon, while when wielding a stick, one should be as strong and powerful as a tiger.

Zhao Meng's spear, like a dragon emerging from the water, was incredibly swift and powerful, striking with lightning speed, making it impossible to resist. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, seemingly able to pierce any obstacle. Zhao Meng's agility and precise judgment allowed him to unleash the spear's power to its fullest potential.

Zhu Tie's iron staff, on the other hand, is as majestic and powerful as a tiger. Staff techniques emphasize wide-open and wide-open movements, using force to overcome subtlety, perfectly suited to a man of Zhu Tie's immense strength. A long, iron staff, wielded with unstoppable force, delivers powerful attacks and defenses. Whether in close combat or at range, the staff is incredibly effective.

The two men exchanged blows, the battle entering a fierce stage. The spear was like a dragon, sometimes swift and fierce, sometimes nimble and swift; the staff was like a tiger, sometimes fierce and powerful, sometimes calm and defensive.

On the martial arts field, the shadows of guns and sticks intertwined, making it dizzying to watch.

Every time the guns and sticks collided, there was a loud noise, sharp and rapid, like a torrential downpour on a tin roof, or like the heavy pounding of hammers on iron in a blacksmith's shop, full of power. Every collision sent out sparks that shone in the sunlight like stars bursting into life in the night sky.

The battle intensified, the air around them seemingly heating up with the intensity of their battle, making it feel as if they were standing in a massive furnace. Sweat streamed down their foreheads, but their eyes remained focused.

Zhao Meng's expression became more solemn. He clenched his teeth and swung the spear in his hand more rapidly.

He hadn't expected this seemingly foolish giant in front of him to be so formidable. After battling for so long, he hadn't even gained the upper hand! His eyes revealed a hint of anxiety, as if he was eager to break the deadlock and win.

Zhu Tie, however, didn't care at all and was calmly countering Zhao Meng's moves. In fact, at this point, any discerning person could see that Zhu Tie was a bit better than Zhao Meng.

Seeing that the situation was still at a stalemate, Zhao Meng couldn't help but feel anxious. He knew that he had to use his trump card.

After fighting for a few more rounds, Zhao Meng suddenly turned around and retreated.

Seeing him retreat, Zhu Tie hurried forward, only to find Zhao Meng, after retreating several steps, suddenly turning with incredible speed. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the spear in his hand, like a streak of silver lightning, traced a graceful arc through the air. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, and with a sound of breaking wind, it thrust towards Zhu Tie with lightning speed.

Zhao Meng's arm muscles were tense, veins bulged, and all his strength was poured into this shot.

At this moment, the wind seemed to be frightened by his momentum and stopped flowing.

"A surprise counterattack!" A sudden scream broke out from the crowd of onlookers!

Zhu Tie's face also changed at this time. He never expected that Zhao Meng would use this trick.

But who is Zhu Tie? He is a natural warrior with extraordinary perception on the battlefield. At the critical moment, his body instinctively dodged to the side.

Despite this, the speed of the sudden attack was too fast. Zhao Meng did not intend to kill Zhu Tie with this shot, but only aimed at his shoulder blade. Although Zhu Tie avoided the vital part, the tip of the gun still brushed past his body, tearing his clothes and leaving a bloody mark on his arm.

It is worthy of being called the "backstab" in the legend of later generations. Chongzhen did not expect that he would have the honor to witness this unique trick!

Zhao Meng injured Zhu Tie with one move, but he himself did not feel well. The previous fight had already exhausted him, and the sudden attack just now had infused his energy into it. He was a little staggered after the stabbing, so after gaining the upper hand with this move, he did not continue to pursue.

But what Zhao Meng hadn't expected was that Zhu Tie wasn't discouraged by the blow; instead, it aroused his ferocity! He reversed his previous fighting style and swung the iron rod in his hand with a wide swing, bringing the heavy rod down with a whistling sound.

Zhao Meng could only use all his strength and skillfully use his spear to continuously dissolve the attack of the iron rod. But even so, collisions between the spear and the iron rod were inevitable, and every collision made his palm numb and his arm sore, and the spear almost flew out of his hand several times.

"Don't keep hiding, take your grandpa Tiezhu's move!" Zhu Tie was like a war machine with no sign of fatigue. He became more and more excited as the fight went on, shouting loudly.

As Zhu Tie shouted, his arm muscles bulged high, and all the strength of his body was poured into the iron rod. He raised the long rod high and performed a simple "Taishan Pressing the Top" move.

The iron rod came at Zhao Meng with the sound of breaking through the air, as fast as lightning. This seemingly simple move was too fast for Zhao Meng to dodge. He could only use a move of raising his hands to the sky and blocking the iron rod with his spear.

There was a deafening clang, and sparks flew from the lance and staff! This time, both sides exerted their full strength. Under the powerful force, Zhao Meng retreated several steps, feeling his arms numb and his knuckles ruptured. His grip loosened and the spear fell to his feet.

The fine steel gun body had already bent under the impact of the iron rod, and under their feet, the yellow earth of the training ground was left with deep footprints.

The blown yellow soil spread in the sunlight like gun smoke on a battlefield.

"stop!"

"stop!"

A voice shouted "Stop" at the same time as Chongzhen. Chongzhen hurriedly looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall and burly man with a red face and beard, who looked like Guan Yu reincarnated, rushing towards him...