Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"Your master? Who is that?"

Qin Ming had only recently arrived at Liangshan and was not yet very familiar with it, so naturally he didn't know.

But these words were interpreted differently by the man.

That means we know who it is, but we choose not to tell you!

The man, oh, that is, Shi Jin who came from afar, immediately got angry.

You Liangshan bastard, you kidnapped my master and you're pretending to be stupid!

"You thief, do you dare to fight me?"

Shi Jin brandished his three-pointed dagger and roared angrily.

Qin Ming chuckled. Among experts, there is a kind of inexplicable sense. Although the young man in front of him was quite good, he did not feel that he could be a threat.

It just so happens that the Third Battalion of the Ma Army has just been established and has not yet made any contributions. I will use you, this ignorant brat, to make you my first contribution at Liangshan!

"Come here, come here."

Qin Ming held his spiked club horizontally, looking completely relaxed.

Seeing Qin Ming's attitude, Shi Jin became angry. He looked around and then said to a junior officer:

"You, give me your spiked club!"

"Damn it. Here we go again."

Pang Qiuxia and Pang Wanchun slapped their foreheads at the same time; they knew that Shi Jin had lost his temper again.

During his time in Siming Mountain, besides archery, Shi Jin's favorite thing to do was to torture people with various weapons, especially Pang Wanchun.

Because he was proficient in all eighteen martial arts, he had a wide variety of weapons and could master each one.

Pang Wanchun was only average in martial arts, except for archery. So Shi Jin would always let him choose his weapon first, and then Shi Jin would use the exact same weapon to defeat Pang Wanchun.

Pang Wanchun could only find a shred of self-respect in his bow and arrow.

This time, Qin Ming's words enraged Shi Jin, and he decided to use his spiked club to deal with Qin Ming!

"Hmm? Changing weapons at the last minute?"

Qin Ming was taken aback at first, but then he instantly understood what Shi Jin meant.

In that instant, Qin Ming's heart was also ignited with anger.

What the hell? You young man, how dare you use my weapon against me in battle?

Young man, how much do you look down on me?!

Qin Ming sneered, then raised his spiked club.

"This staff of mine is a family heirloom. If you think you can win, then come on!"

"Enough to deal with you!"

Shi Jin swung his spiked club and charged forward on horseback!

Without hesitation, Qin Ming swung his spiked club and charged forward!

The two men crossed paths and began their game.

After eight or nine rounds, Qin Ming forcefully knocked Shi Jin's spiked club away, reined in his horse, and said to Shi Jin:

"Your spiked club is no good, get a different weapon! Let's try again!"

Shi Jin was forced back by Qin Ming, his face flushed slightly, but he didn't say much. Instead, he reached out and threw the spiked club back, then took an iron rod from one of the henchmen.

"Let's do it again!"

With the iron rod in hand, Shi Jin wielded it more skillfully, and Qin Ming also became serious this time.

After all, Shi Jin's use of the spiked club was very poor; it was all just fancy tricks and not very effective in actual combat.

But this time, using an iron rod was different; Shi Jin's threat level immediately increased.

They already possess the ability to threaten me.

I need to take this seriously.

"Ping ping pong pong".

The two clashed again, and this time the sound of their batons colliding became more frequent. After twenty or thirty rounds, Qin Ming swung his bat forcefully once more, forcing Shi Jin back again!

"Your staff technique must have been mediocre at first, but you must have received guidance from a renowned master later on."

At this moment, Qin Ming's eyes already held a hint of admiration.

"How did you tell?"

Shi Jin was somewhat surprised that this man could actually see through it.

“I can tell that the master who later guided you was very skilled! He filled in a lot of the gaps in your original staff techniques!”

"Your original staff technique was just for show, but useless in battle. Now, after the improvement, you are definitely capable of fighting on the battlefield."

"But! Have you been slacking off during your training? Or do you lack experience in combat? When it comes to crucial moments, you can't help but resort to some unorthodox methods."

Qin Ming was previously the General Commander of the Army of a major prefecture, which is the highest-ranking official among all the leaders of Liangshan who were originally government military officers.

To reach this position, Qin Ming's judgment was also extremely sharp. If Shi Jin's staff technique were used by his deputy Huang Xin, it might take forty or fifty rounds to determine a winner.

But against me, thirty rounds was already the limit. If I hadn't held back, I could have knocked him off his horse with a single blow.

"..."

Shi Jin fell silent. He was still too young. His old trick of switching weapons on the spot, which had never failed him before, was now backfiring repeatedly!

"What else can you do? When are you going to use that knife of yours?"

Qin Ming asked with great interest.

"Don't be proud!"

Shi Jin was truly enraged. He threw away the iron bar, grabbed an iron spear from the junior officer, and charged at Qin Ming again!

"gun?"

Qin Ming shrugged and charged forward again, spiked his club.

In his view, Shi Jin was messing around, not even using his most proficient three-pointed sword, but switching to other weapons, which was really playing with his life.

But this encounter gave Qin Ming a different feeling.

This young man is really skilled with an iron spear!

That's impressive marksmanship!

Qin Ming swung his spiked club, watching the young man before him unleash his full power. After forty rounds, Qin Ming found an opening and swept his club out, once again forcing Shi Jin back!

"That's good marksmanship. Do you have any even better marksmanship?"

Qin Ming had a great time today, much better than when he was playing a series of matches not long ago!

He wanted to see if this young man could still surprise him.

"Brother, stop hitting him."

Pang Qiuxia was worried about Shi Jin and hoped that he could calm down.

"No, I absolutely have to fight this match!"

Shi Jin really got carried away in the fight. He tried three different weapons, but lost to his opponent each time. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to him, who claimed to be proficient in all eighteen martial arts!

So he picked up his three-pointed knife again and decided to fight Qin Ming to the death!

Three-pointed knife?

Looking at the weapon, Qin Ming naturally thought of the village chief, Ren Yuan.

The scene of my fight with Ren Yuan that day resurfaced in my mind.

That's interesting. I can't beat that three-pointed dagger, but yours... hehehe.

"Come on! Let me see your Three-Pointed Knife Technique!"

Upon realizing this, Qin Ming became extremely excited, as if he were treating Shi Jin in front of him as a substitute for Ren Yuan, who had not long ago.

"Commander Qin, since we're both using the Three-Pointed Knife, how about giving this round to me?"

But before Qin Ming could make a move, another voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Looking back,

Ren Yuan, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and carrying a three-pointed sword, was slowly riding towards them, followed by Lü Fang and Guo Sheng.

When Qin Ming saw the chieftain arrive, he naturally put away his weapon. He could already imagine the scene of Shi Jin being beaten up.

Ren Yuan looked at Shi Jin, who also wielded a three-pointed sword, raised his own three-pointed sword, and said to him:

"Eighteen kinds of martial arts? Whatever weapon others use, you use the same weapon?"

"You're not omnipotent, you're just trying to do too much and not being able to handle it all!"