Chapter 34: Tooth for a Tooth
With a loud "crack", the shield in Liu Xiu's hand finally couldn't withstand Yan Rou's fierce attack, splitting open a crack, and immediately shattered into pieces, leaving only a handle and a small piece of wood in Liu Xiu's hand.
Yan Rou coldly smiled, his long knife swung down, directly chopping at Liu Xiu who had just exposed himself from behind the shield. From the moment he started attacking, Liu Xiu had been passively defending, although he gritted his teeth and didn't retreat a single step, but facing Yan Rou's attacks, Liu Xiu simply didn't have the power to counterattack. He was confident that even with this knife, Liu Xiu still wouldn't have the chance to fight back.
The sword was at his throat, and all his previous impertinence and anger would become a joke. He did not believe that a young man who had no power to fight back could still maintain his pride.
Yan Rou's face revealed a sinister smile.
Mao Zong's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. He didn't even have time to regret it. He had no idea why his sister would let Liu Xiu take the field. Although Liu Xiu had been practicing with them for a few days, he clearly had no real combat experience. If asking Gong Sun Zan to deal with Yan Rou made some sense, letting Liu Xiu fight Yan Rou was simply absurd.
Even if he goes up, it will be better than Liu Xiu. At least he won't be beaten to death like now, and he can't even fight back, which is a great shame.
Even if you randomly pick a guard from Mao's family, they wouldn't be so embarrassing.
The Mao family has lost face and fortune this time. Mao Zong lamented in his heart.
Ma Qin's face also looked unpleasant, he unconsciously straightened his waist, the perennial smile on his round face also stiffened, he secretly sighed and inexplicably let out a breath.
Mao Niang leaned against the curtain, her mood as helpless as a broken shield. She had spent so much thought and money to invite Lu Zhi to teach and Li Ding to come to the manor, and now that Xi Mao finally had the chance to show his face in front of Shi Shuai, it ended like this. Gong Sun Zan lost, at least there was some reason to talk about, but Liu Xiu, the one chosen by Wu Jun Hou, lost so thoroughly and cleanly, without any room for excuse.
Mao Jie did not turn back to look at Wu Junhou, she didn't want to make things difficult for him at this time, but neither did she want to take another look at that useless thing who had no chance of fighting back from start to finish. She turned her head and returned to the canopy, not wanting to take a second glance.
She saw A Chu, but unexpectedly saw the unusual glow and unbridled surprise that suddenly burst out in A Chu's eyes. She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head around, also widening her eyes, unable to say a word.
The situation has undergone an earth-shaking change.
Liu Xiu loudly roared, waving the war knife in his hand, one knife after another chopping towards Yan Rou. Just now still majestic and imposing, Yan Rou is now somewhat disheveled, facing Liu Xiu's attack, he can only raise his shield to block, just like Liu Xiu earlier, without the power to counterattack.
No, it's different. Unlike Liu Xiu who retreated step by step without yielding an inch, he continuously retreated under Liu Xiu's attack. Every time Liu Xiu swung his sword, he would take a half-step back. In the blink of an eye, he had already taken three steps back.
Then, a flash of cold light appeared in front of Mao Jie's eyes, it was a knife, a ring-shaped head-hunting knife. Mao Jie took a deep breath and looked at Yan Rou's right hand again, only to find that the reason why Yan Rou didn't counterattack was because his right hand was empty.
"What...what's going on?" Ma Jia stuttered.
"I...I don't know either, he...he cut down that person's sword with one slash...and then it was over." Achu stuttered.
Mao Jie turned her head and looked at Wu Junhou's calm face, asking urgently: "What is going on?"
"He has an 80% chance of defeating Yan Rou," Wu Jun said calmly. "Alright, I'll leave for a while, don't look for me." After finishing speaking, he walked away with his hands behind his back and a carefree stride towards the back of the mountain.
Her eyebrows shot up, just as she was about to call out to him, when she heard Ah Chu exclaim behind her, "Oh no, this is terrible!"
Mao's heart skipped a beat, and she didn't have time to look at A Chu. She hastily looked towards the arena and saw that Liu Xiu was left with only half of his long knife, while Yan Rou's shield was intact. Her heart sank, and she secretly cried out in dismay. Liu Xiu had relied solely on his bravery and didn't know the intricacies of using a knife, and he ended up cutting his own knife in two.
As she had expected, Liu Xiu was the one who cut off his own knife. When Yan Rou flew away with his shield, carrying endless killing intent, and was about to strike the final blow, he felt no regret or fear in his heart. On the contrary, he was stirred up by Yan Rou's disdainful gaze, and let out a loud roar, striking out with his first knife.
The ring-shaped knife that had been hidden behind him suddenly shot out, rushing straight towards Yan Rou's good head. In his haste, he didn't have time to think about any techniques, whether it was the key points that Gong Sun Zan had taught or the force-releasing skills that Wu Jun Hou had mentioned. At that moment, all of these were forgotten, leaving only a fierce killing intent in his chest.
Yan Rou, who was only a step away from him, saw the knife that Liu Xiu chopped out and smiled. It would be more accurate to say that Liu Xiu's hand held an iron rod rather than a knife. This knife had no technique at all, it just came crashing down.
Yan Rou easily raised the shield in his hand, but did not change the direction of the war knife in his right hand. He believed that Liu Xiu only had the chance to slash out this one knife, and then could only surrender under the threat of the blade.
But he soon couldn't laugh anymore.
Liu Xiu's war knife and shield collided, producing a deafening crash. The powerful impact numbed his left arm, causing him to stumble backward, the war knife bouncing off the shield and changing direction before slashing down onto the knife in his right hand.
His right hand went numb and he could no longer grasp the battle sword. The battle sword that was about to chop down on Liu Xiu's body let out a mournful cry, flipped over twice in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a thud.
At one glance, Yan Rou was disarmed.
Yan Rou was shocked and pale, a cold sweat broke out all over his body, but he didn't have time to think too much. Liu Xiu didn't give him any time for regret, just like when Yan Rou attacked Liu Xiu earlier, now Liu Xiu swung his battle knife in a circular motion, one slash following another, chopping towards him.
Liu Xiu's knife skills were not as exquisite as his, but Liu Xiu's strength was much greater. Every knife brought wind and thunder, not like a war sword, but more like the heavy iron axes commonly used by the Hu people. Each time it hit his shield, he felt a numbness in his arm, and his whole body was almost unable to support itself, forcing him to retreat to avoid its edge.
He retreated backward, and Liu Xiu was even more majestic, shouting angrily, pursuing closely, with the war knife in his hand, one knife after another, not giving Yan Rou any chance to breathe. He hacked out knife by knife, and the tension and pressure he had when attacked by Yan Rou earlier were all gone, turning into a vigorous fighting spirit. The Yan Rou in front of him was no longer the great horse thief who roamed the grasslands, but a despicable traitor, a pitiful worm.
Hit, hit you to find teeth all over the ground! Let you be a traitor, let you get close with Xianbei people, let you forget your ancestors, if I don't hit you until your three souls leave your body, then I'm not the descendant of Gao Huangdi.
Liu Xiu was extremely pleased and shouted loudly, until a sword chopped down on the shield, and the war knife "cracked" into two pieces.
