On the martial arts stage, Wei Huan's Water Dragon Saber and Wa La's stone axe were locked in a stalemate.
One was a young recruit from the Vanguard of the Central Plains, while the other was a brutal veteran of the Western Qiang Tribe. Even though Wei Huan's saber skills were outstanding, he lacked actual combat experience. Moreover, his opponent was a strong man who could lift a thousand kilograms.
Compared to Wei Huan's agility, Wa La's stone axe was huge and heavy. It seemed to be chopping without any pattern. The stone axe looked clumsy, but he was strong. When Wei Huan dodged, the stone axe smashed into the ground, leaving a crack in the Shi Tou.
Wei Huan's physical strength gradually couldn't keep up.
He was young and not as strong as Wa La. He couldn't hold on for long with this kind of reckless chopping and smashing. Apart from leaving a scar on Wa La's face, he couldn't even get close to his opponent — after all, his opponent was wearing armor!
This was an unfair battle to begin with. More and more wounds appeared on Wei Huan's body, but Tile didn't want to take his life. Every time he was about to hit Wei Huan, he would just miss by a few centimeters. Although he didn't hit any vital points, Wei Huan was still covered in wounds.
It was like a cat catching a mouse. Once it caught it, it wasn't in a hurry to eat it. It had to play with the mouse until it was exhausted before it swallowed it.
This was simply a one-sided slaughter.
Below the stage, Shen Han saw the situation and clenched his fists until they cracked. He was about to step forward, but was stopped by Rida Muzi.
The vulture-like muscular man leaned on his horse with a bloodthirsty smile. "Instructor, you can't help."
Shen Han pulled out his saber.
"What? You want to fight with me too? "Rida Muzi laughed, his gaze sinister." Of course I want to. I'll accompany you to the end. "
A group of Qiang soldiers surrounded the martial arts stage. Once the Liangzhou Guard recruits wanted to help, these Qiang soldiers would fight with them. Even if they could, it would be too late.
On the stage, Wei Huan's vision was slowly blurring. He was getting slower and slower to dodge the attacks behind him. His strength was quickly draining. He couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the right leg by Wa La's axe. The pain pierced his heart, but he restrained himself and didn't make a sound.
Wa La walked in front of him. Wei Huan had no more strength to run. He saw Wa La looking down at him like a butcher looking at a lamb on the chopping board. Wa La said, "Tsk, it's over so quickly. How boring. The people of the Central Plains are so weak. They can't even compare to a finger of the Qiang tribe. "
Wei Huan didn't speak. Large drops of sweat seeped out of his forehead, mixing with the blood on his face. He looked extremely miserable.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt." Valla licked his lips and stared at him greedily. "When this stone hits you, your brain juice will fly out. It's beautiful. But you won't see it.
After saying that, he waved his huge axe and went straight for Wei Huan's head!
"Wei Huan!" Ma Damei shouted. Before Wei Huan entered the Vanguard, he was the one who had led him. He wanted to save Wei Huan but was stopped by a Xi Qiang man. Wei Huan's life was in danger.
. at this moment.
Behind the Martial Arts Practice Stage, there was a leafy banyan tree. Even though it was winter, it didn't look yellow at all. Everyone was in front of the Martial Arts Practice Stage, so they didn't notice when someone was sitting in the banyan tree.
By the time she saw it, that person was like a flash of lightning, swinging the towel tied to the tree like a swing. She let go of the towel in mid-air. Everything happened too quickly. She dashed to the front of the stage and kicked the axe that was aimed at Wei Huan's head.
Relying on the inertia, even though Tile's body was strong, he was still knocked back by her side kick. The axe was heavy and sharp, injuring himself as well. If it wasn't for his outstanding strength that allowed him to stand firm after taking two steps back, this stone axe might have cut deeper.
"He Yan?" Wei Huan murmured.
The Liang Province Guard recruits were also stunned.
He Yan was locked up in the Liang Province Guard's dungeon because of the White Moon Mountain incident. How did he suddenly appear here? Was he released?
Wa La looked at the person in front of him.
The youth dressed in black had his hands on his hips. He tilted his head and smiled. "You are too fierce. If I hadn't acted just now, my brother's head would have been gone."
The new recruits of the Liang Province Guard viewed them as a thorn in their side, and because they had wiped out all the sentries, there was a blood feud. When they saw them, the rims of their eyes turned red. The best was Wei Huan's expressionless face, but this youth was all smiles as if nothing had happened. A sliver of interest grew in Wa La, as if he had found a new prey.
"And who are you?" he asked.
The black-clothed youth brushed his messy hair and smiled. "I am He Yan. I was first in the Liang Province Guard's battle for the flag." She looked at Wa La. "Perhaps you don't know what a battle for the flag is. It doesn't matter. You only need to remember that I am first in the Liang Province Guard."
"First?" Below the stage, Rida Muzi looked at her with narrowed eyes. "You?"
In the end, He Yan looked too short and skinny. If Wa La and Wei Huan stood together like a strong tiger and a lamb, then He Yan, who looked even weaker than Wei Huan, was like a chicken and an eagle when compared to Wa La.
"My apologies, I came a bit late. What are you all doing?" The youth smiled at Yan Yan. "If you were sparring, it would be a waste of resources to find someone else and not me."
Wa La laughed loudly. "You really boast shamelessly!"
"He Yan!" Shen Han called out to him.
"Head Instructor Shen." He Yan looked at him. "I've been suppressing a bellyful of anger these past few days with nowhere to vent. It's good to have a fight to vent my anger. Head Instructor, please make an exception and stop blocking me."
Shen Han had nothing to say.
Rida Muzi had come for the new recruits of the Liang State Guard. Since she wasn't willing to let the instructor go, she could only let the new recruits go. Among the new recruits, other than He Yan, there weren't many who could fight her. Some had outstanding skills, but lacked actual combat experience. Those with actual combat experience were older, and their stamina was not as good as the younger ones. He Yan's martial arts were peerless, and his mind was nimble. He already had a high chance of winning.
It was good that he had attracted the attention of the Qiang people on the stage. More importantly …
He Yan said, "May I ask if we are sparring now? If that's the case, how about I replace this brother of mine? "
"You?"
"That's right. I am the first in the Liang Province Guard. Defeating me is better than defeating him. "He Yan glanced at Wei Huan on the ground." Won't you feel more accomplished? "
The Western Qiang people below the stage laughed loudly.
Rida Muzi looked at him. "I really like this person's temperament! Let him go! "
He Yan said, "Men, please carry this brother away."
Wei Huan was carried away. As he was being carried away, he looked at He Yan and said in a low voice, "You … be careful."
He Yan said, "Got it."
On the high platform of the Martial Arts Practice Field, there were only two people left.
As the recruits below the stage watched, they all broke out in cold sweat for He Yan.
In the past half a year, He Yan had been in the limelight more than once or twice. Some people sincerely admired and worshipped her, while others were jealous of her. However, at this moment, the Liang Province Guard recruits were united against a common enemy. They only hoped that she could defeat them.
Wa La, show those Qiang people who are not to be trifled with. Let them know that the Liang Province Guard is not to be trifled with!
The recruits below the stage were on tenterhooks, but He Yan on the stage was still undecided. She smiled and said, "Oh right, I don't know what the stakes are for this competition. I'll say it first. How about this? If I lose, I'll be at your disposal. If you lose, "she thought of the youth in her memory and laughed. She said casually," You have to call me father. "
At this moment, the new recruits of the Liang Province Guard burst into laughter.
Liang Ping was both worried and proud. "You're still joking at a time like this!"
However, no one on Rida Muzi's side could laugh. Wa La looked at He Yan darkly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "We don't need stakes. There will be three rounds. The loser will die, and the winner will live. This is the rule."
"Regardless of life or death?" He Yan said.
"Why, are you scared?"
"Not really." He Yan said, "Instructor, throw me a steel whip. I want a long one!"
Shen Han grabbed the longest steel whip from the weapon rack and threw it over. He Yan caught it and played with it in her hands. She looked at Wa La. "Can I use a weapon?"
"Yes." Wa La sneered. "But are you sure you don't want to use a sword? A whip can't kill. "
The youth's lips curled. "It's enough to kill you."
Before Wa La could understand the meaning of her words, he saw the youth suddenly rush over with the whip. Wa La was stunned, then laughed loudly. He raised his giant axe to meet the youth head-on.
The youth rushed forward but did not make a move. He only lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot to avoid the attack of the stone axe. He circled behind Wa La and waited for Wa La to turn around before swinging the axe and dodging to the side.
She seemed to be taking the initiative, but she didn't attack. The whip coiled around her hand. She seemed to be circling Wa La for some reason. In a flash, she turned and ran. Wa La followed. As soon as he lifted his foot, he felt something wrapped around his foot. He lost his balance and fell to the side.
But this big guy reacted quickly. When he realized that He Yan's whip had coiled around his foot, he tried to steady himself. But He Yan didn't give him the chance. She carried the whip behind her back and pulled it hard as if she was transporting goods.
Wa La couldn't support himself anymore. His body was huge and clumsy. Both his feet were steady. When one of his legs lost balance, the other leg couldn't be steady. In addition, He Yan pulled from the other side. With a "dong" sound, he fell to the ground.
The whip seemed to be as long as a person. He Yan didn't know how to use it. She pulled the whip from under Wa La's body and it easily returned to her hand. She didn't stop walking. She rushed to Wa La and reached out. She wrapped one hand around Wa La's neck and the whip coiled around his neck.
Wa La subconsciously pulled.
He Yan's hands tightened.
The strength of his hands couldn't be underestimated after throwing rocks all day long. The strange strongman was wearing armor, but his neck wasn't covered. Ordinary flesh was also the weakest part. After all, he wasn't really made of steel.
The people in the martial arts arena only heard a "crack" that made one's teeth ache.
Wa La's head drooped limply.
"You're not human. You're an animal," He Yan said in a low voice. "So, to kill you, a whip is enough."
She raised her head again. Although she was smiling, her eyes were cold. She looked at the people below the arena and calmly said, "He's dead. I've won. Victory and defeat have been decided. Next. "
On the martial arts arena, the situation suddenly changed.
Just now, Wa La had tortured and killed Wei Huan like a cat playing with a mouse. He didn't deliver the final blow for a long time. He probably didn't expect that he would die at the hands of this seemingly weak youth in front of him.
How long did it take to kill a person? A cup of tea, a stick of incense, or a quarter of an hour?
It didn't take any of those.
The recruits of the Liangzhou Guard knew that He Yan was powerful. The scene of her sparring with Huang Xiong and Jiang Jiao was still vivid in their minds. However, the He Yan in front of them seemed different from the He Yan who had "sparred" on the martial arts arena. When this youth stopped joking, he was cold and chilling. His body carried a murderous aura that couldn't be looked at directly.
She smiled and said, "There's no need for fancy performances on the battlefield. Think clearly about how to kill, then you can act." Her gaze fell on Rida Muzi.
Rida Muzi returned her gaze.
Slowly, the Liangzhou recruits below the arena came to their senses. One after another, they said excitedly, "He Yan won! He Yan killed Wa La! "
"He Dage is amazing!" Cheng Lisu was caught, but she didn't forget to cheer for He Yan. "Beat them until their heads were swollen!"
Liang Ping and Ma Damei looked at each other. He Yan's speed of killing was too fast, even for a genius.
"You guys." That youth stood on the high platform and smiled at the Xi Qiang people. "Could it be that you guys can't afford to lose? Who's next?"
No one from the Xi Qiang people spoke for the time being.
She smiled again, this time with a hint of provocation. "I know that it's a bit scary to gamble with one's life. I didn't expect that the fearless warriors of Xi Qiang would have a time when they don't dare to go on stage. But it doesn't matter. The people of the Da Wei Central Plains have always been kind and benevolent. If you really don't want to admit defeat, just like what I said just now, call me father and this competition will end. How about it? "
"But, who's going to call me father?" He Yan stared at Rida Muzi. "You're their leader. Why don't you call me father?"
"Bastard!" A soldier behind Rida Muzi stepped forward and shouted angrily.
He Yan wasn't afraid at all. He said innocently, "Can't I do that?"
Wang Ba said softly, "That's so satisfying!"
"She's purposely angering her opponent." Huang Xiong said in a low voice, "But, in this situation, it doesn't seem necessary."
He Yan's personality had always been arrogant and confident. In the past, people thought that he was just a teenager. In this situation, angering Rida Muzi wasn't a good thing.
"I'll compete with you." A voice sounded from behind Rida Muzi. "Commander, Ba Zhou is willing to fight."
Rida Muzi glanced at him. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. She only said, "Go."
This man called Ba Zhou went up to the high platform of the martial arts arena.
He was different from Wa La. Although Ba Zhou was muscular, he wasn't as big as Wa La. He was also older than Wa La. He was about 30 years old. His whole body was covered in a black cloak. Even his head was hidden under a curtain hat. Half of his chin was exposed. His eyebrows and eyes weren't very clear. His whole person looked pale and strange, like a ghost. His voice was also hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire. It was as unpleasant as a crow's cry.
Ba Zhou walked to Wa La's side. Although they were both partners, he didn't have any sympathy. He kicked Wa La's corpse off the high platform of the martial arts arena and scolded, "You're a hindrance."
Wa La's corpse rolled down. He didn't even look at it. He only said to He Yan, "You have old injuries."
He Yan's heart sank. This man called Ba Zhou was more difficult to deal with than Wa La.
Wa La was nothing more than a brute force warrior who didn't know how to adapt. To deal with this kind of person, as long as one grasped his weakness and attacked, the battle would quickly end. In every battle, the most frightening thing was to meet an enemy with brains like the one in front of him. He was able to discover his opponent's weakness. This way, he would be able to control his next move.
He slowly raised the knife in his hand. He Yan wrapped the iron whip around his hand and rushed towards his opponent.
In the battle between Wei Huan and Wa La, He Yan was a spectator. He saw Wa La's weakness and shortcomings in advance. Thus, when he fought with Wa La, he was able to quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly finish off his opponent. In this match, Ba Chou was someone she had never seen before. However, this person had seen everything clearly when Wa Chou fought with her.
In other words, Ba Zhou understood He Yan, but He Yan knew nothing about Ba Zhou.
He Yan seemed to be hiding many other things under his cloak. He Yan was on guard. This person was also very cunning. He didn't directly clash with He Yan. With Wa La's example, he kept a distance from He Yan. As long as the whip swung towards him, Ba Zhou would quickly change direction. His body was much more agile than Wa La's. For a moment, the iron whip couldn't get close.
He Yan's waist was already faintly hurting.
Previously, when she was in Liangzhou City, she had been injured when she fought with Ding Yi. Later, she was tricked by a traitor to White Moon Mountain and fought with the person hiding in the dark. After several times, the wound that was originally about to heal had long since split open. That wasn't all. After that, she was thrown into the Liangzhou Guards' dungeon. In the dungeon, there wouldn't be Shen Muxue delivering medicinal soup every day. It was cold and damp. Her wound had probably worsened.
Just now, when she killed Wa La, she used too much strength and pulled on her wound. It was fine for a short period of time, but after a long period of fighting with Ba Zhou, she felt more and more pain that pierced her bones.
Ba Zhou smiled and said, "Why do you look so pale? Is it because the old injury on your waist is acting up?"
He Yan was startled. The curved blade in Ba Zhou's hand had already wrapped around her iron whip, pulling He Yan forward. The audience below the stage cried out in alarm. With the blade in one hand, Ba Zhou's other hand unhesitatingly struck at the old injury on He Yan's waist.
He Yan received a solid slap, but his movements didn't stop. The whip in his hand loosened, curling towards his face. It was evaded by Ba Zhao, but it rolled off his veiled hat, revealing this person's face.
The two of them simultaneously retreated and stood still.
That palm was firmly pressed against her old injury. He Yan forced herself to swallow the blood in her throat. A slight smile still hung on her face. Looking at the person in front of her, she mocked, "Tsk, so ugly."
Without the veiled hat, Ba Zhou's true face was revealed. Half of this person's face was fine and could be considered handsome. However, the other half of his face had been burned by fire and was full of potholes. There were dark red scars that looked like centipedes growing on his face and squeezing his facial features out of place.
Below the stage, someone cried out in alarm.
He Yan had knocked off her veiled hat and exposed her true face. Ba Zhou's expression was extremely ugly. Staring at He Yan, he wanted nothing more than to eat He Yan's flesh and drink her blood.
He Yan smiled and crooked her finger at him. "Again!"
Ba Zhou sneered and rushed over.
The moment He Yan moved, she knew it was not good. Ba Zhou did not show any mercy when he hit her just now. Now blood was seeping out. Fortunately, she had changed into Lei Hou's black clothes to keep herself warm. Even if she was bleeding, it would not be obvious. But if this continued, she didn't know how long she could last.
In fact, the sparring on the stage was never the main point. The main point was to use these three 'sparring' to buy more time. If no one could withstand the scimitar of the Xi Qiang people, it would become a one-sided massacre. Then, there would be no chance for the rest of the matches.
She must kill Ba Zhou in order to have the third match.
The Xi Qiang people were good at using scimitars. Everyone's scimitar would be adjusted according to their body size and strength. Ba Zhou's scimitar tended to be more flexible. It would be difficult for He Yan's iron whip to wrap around his scimitar.
He Yan's whip wrapped around Ba Zhou's leg. Ba Zhou scornfully said, "You are too naive if you think you can use the same move on two people!" After saying that, he went around He Yan and slashed his scimitar towards He Yan's neck.
Different from Wa La, Ba Zhou was aiming for He Yan's life from the beginning. There was no false move at all. He Yan pulled the whip with both hands and held Ba Zhou's scimitar in front of his eyes. Ba Zhou laughed sinisterly and fell back. He Yan could not dodge in time. He saw Ba Zhou's right hand pull out a dagger from his cloak.
This dagger was only as long as a person's thumb. It was as thin as paper. Rather than a dagger, it was more like a blade. If one was not close enough, it would be hard to see it clearly. Ba Zhou loosened his palm. In the eyes of others, he only slapped He Yan's waist. But other than He Yan, no one knew that the sharp weapon in his palm had pierced into his flesh.
He Yan only felt a piercing pain in his waist. He clenched his fist and punched. Ba Zhou's face was right in front of him. He laughed sinisterly and said, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, then you …"
His words stopped abruptly.
He Yan clenched his fist and pressed it against Ba Zhou's throat, refusing to let go.
Ba Zhou struggled frantically. But unknowingly, the iron whip had tied He Yan's leg to his. He had no way to escape. He struggled fiercely. But the more he struggled, the more his eyes rolled back. In the end, he vomited blood and gradually stopped moving.
He Yan's face was expressionless. He pressed his fist against Ba Zhou's throat again. After confirming that the person under him was no longer breathing, he released his hand.
There was a little iron-like thing on Ba Zhou's neck. It was just a little bit. The rest could not be seen. It must have been inserted deep into his throat. It was an iron caltrop.
He Yan picked it up on the ground when he came here.
There were only advantages and no disadvantages to placing some hidden weapons on one's body at any time. No one knew what kind of enemy they would encounter. They also did not know what kind of things they would encounter next and when they would encounter them. The only thing they could do was to increase their chances of survival.
She couldn't get close to Ba Zhou, because Ba Zhou was already on guard against her. Her final strike would be nothing more than a lose-lose strategy that would injure both sides. But she was still better than Ba Zhou. She was only injured by the old dagger wound on her waist. But Ba Zhou was already dead.
"You have a trump card. How do you know that I don't?" She muttered.
After a while, He Yan pulled the iron whip out from Ba Zhou's body with difficulty. She wrapped it around her wrist again. She stood up. She was wearing a black outfit. It was not as lively as when she was wearing the red outfit. She looked more stern. She also stood up straight. She did not look tired at all. She played with the iron whip on her wrist. She smiled faintly and said the same words as before.
"He is dead. I have won. The winner has been decided. Next."
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