Insufficient balance

  Listening to the applause in the field, Xiao Ma Mu Lu's green eyes were still as cold as ice, and his expression was as cold as iron. Only the upper lip slightly curled up, probably only indicating that he was not convinced in his heart.

  His expression naturally did not escape Shu Yiner's wise eyes, and she quietly curled up her red lips.

  I'm extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Wuji's method, although Xiao Ma Muerke's performance was not good. But just based on the little bit of skill she has, it's clear that Zhao Xu only won because he gave up.

  The situation on the field is clear. Today's literary and martial examination, Zhao Fubo passed smoothly. If he wins in combat again, won't he make a big splash?

  Zhao Wujie would never give him this opportunity under any circumstances, so although Zhao Fubo had memorized the book, he was afraid that Wu Zhong would suffer even more hardships.

  Her eyes stared straight at Zhao Fubo, and a pair of wonderful eyes inadvertently revealed an anxious look.

  All of this was seen by Zhao Fubo, who looked at her with a gaze that felt her concern for him. The usually calm and collected Zhao Fubo had a feeling of only wanting to win, in order to gain more face for Shu Yiner.

  "It's nothing usual, but today I mustn't lose face in front of Xiao Yu'er, and also let you guys witness my marksmanship!"

  He picked up the yataghan and shield that his brother Zhao Xu had thrown to the ground, and under everyone's astonished gaze, he returned the dagger and shield to the weapon rack. He even carefully wiped the dagger with a cloth before putting it back in its scabbard.

  Then he threw the heavy, iron-plated leather vest on his body to one side. Finally, when Zhao Fubo picked up his own weapon, it made everyone present take a breath of surprise.

  Because he didn't pick up the familiar steel spear, but instead picked up from the weapon rack, that large spear which had been sealed in dust for many years.

  This is a large spear with a dark red long handle, said to be the blade brought by the Zhao family from Zhongyuan. Unfortunately, the people of the Zhao family here have long been accustomed to using the hard-handled iron spears used by the Mamluks, and in Huangsha City, no one has ever mentioned the usage of the Great Song's internal spear.

  As he watched Zhao Fubo select his weapons, only Wei Zhen's eyes revealed a deep sense of satisfaction. Zhao Fubo's spear technique was none other than the "Wei Family Spear Technique" passed down in his own family.

  As for marksmanship, naturally their family's marksmanship is far inferior to the Yang family's marksmanship, or it can be said that the Yue family's marksmanship is so famous.

  It is already an unverifiable matter whether the Yang family still has anyone to pass it down, and as for the Yue Family Spear, apart from what the Yue family itself stored, those kept in the Song Palace have long been lost along with the "Wu Mu Cun Zhi Lu" (which should be Wu Mu's posthumous work).

  The Wei family's spear technique, it is unknown which generation it was passed down from, and neither of Wei Zhuang's parents knew clearly either. He had roughly practiced this spear technique before, but unfortunately his bravery was all he had, his innate talent was really too lacking. Furthermore, with his father dying early and no one to guide him, he wasn't able to master it.

  It was his robust physique that allowed him to master the Mamaluke cavalry combat skills, which also counted as some skill. Seeing Zhao Fubo holding up his large spear, it was exactly the starting pose of the Wei family's spear technique, and he couldn't help but feel surprised and delighted in his heart.

  "It seems that Erlang is indeed a material for martial arts, and the spear technique given to him will probably make him achieve great things in his future career!"

  The originally somewhat disdainful Xiao Ma Mu Lu Ke, seeing Zhao Fu Bo choose a long gun with a rather strange appearance, couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth even more proudly.

  Everyone understands the principle of "one inch longer, one inch stronger; one inch shorter, one inch more dangerous" that was universally applicable in the era of cold weapons.

  One of the Zhao brothers was being held back by his own side, while the other one simply used this long weapon to counter his opponent's long sword, which couldn't help but make him look down on the Zhao brothers.

  With a long knife in hand, ready to attack, the green eyes stared tightly at Zhao Fubo's large gun. This time, no one wanted him to show mercy, and the long knife in his hand would naturally be fully exerted, best to knock off the opponent's long gun with one knife, so that they could also know their own strength.

  In the past, Zhao brothers' martial arts were tested by their family general. It was naturally unclear to someone like him, a small Mamluk, and even more so about the power of Central Plains Gun Method.

  Only saw the guy opposite, slightly shorter than himself, with a large gun in both hands that seemed to come alive. The black gun head swayed back and forth, its blade flashing tiny sparks in the desert sunlight. A red tassel followed the gun head, swinging out a huge gun flower.

  "Huh...... Could it be that his power isn't enough?"

  The muzzle's sway seemed to be due to the weight of the large gun, and yet it also seemed to be because of the opponent's insufficient strength. Little Mamoru's heart was slightly puzzled for a moment. However, just being puzzled for a moment, his heart couldn't help but be surprised.

  He saw that the other's long spear was not shaking because it couldn't be held steady or didn't have a target. On the contrary, when the spearhead shook, Xiao Mamuruk suddenly found that his own long knife didn't know which direction to block.

  "Go to his side......!"

  Mauruk the Small has been receiving good combat training without interruption since he was 6 years old. It's natural to understand that the only way to deal with this long-range weapon is close-quarters combat.

  He swung the long knife up, using the blade to knock against the constantly swaying head of the large spear. He had no confidence that he could use the front part of the long knife to knock the large spear aside and create a path for himself to attack.

  The most annoying thing is that swaying gun head, where will it stab or will it suddenly swing over and give itself a shot?

  He didn't understand, he just felt that compared to the hard long guns used by the Mamluks, the gun handle of this big gun was a bit too soft.

  Zhao Fubo's hands shook slightly as he grasped the long spear, feeling its power in his hands, and a wild joy immediately surged up in his heart.

  "This is the gun I want!"

  According to the book on gun techniques, feeling the movement of power on the gun is called "listening to strength". Although the large gun in his hand was harder and heavier than the thick white wax rod he had trained with, Zhao Fubo felt that the strength in this gun was "alive".

  He was even confident that if this big gun were in his own hands, the power of "Wei Family Gun Method" would be easier to exert. Joy made him almost ignore everything around him, and the only thing he felt in his heart was the "power" of this big gun.

  In the midst of the martial contest, a slight lapse in attention could result in losing the initiative. Almost at the same time Zhao Fubo was ecstatically feeling the "power" of this large spear, Xiao Mamuruk silently approached him according to the rules of battlefield close combat.

  "When..."

  A faint sound, the muzzle of the large gun swung to one side. Immediately afterwards, the sturdy figure of Little Horse Muruk, swift as a gazelle.

  He took a step forward with an arrow, and the long knife in his hand brought up a knife wind, rushing towards Zhao Fuwei who was still feeling the agility of the big gun.

  "Ah......!"

  It can be said that Zhao Fubo was caught off guard and his momentary joy led to a lapse in judgment, causing him to fall into a dangerous situation.

  When the opponent dodges his gun and enters the circle, the long knife with a "whirring" breaking wind sound, just like a highly toxic long snake, along the dark red smooth gun rod of the long gun, rushes straight to his hand holding the gun.

  Zhao Fubo was startled by Xiao Ma Muerke's attack, which was completely not on the same level as his opponent's skill he had just observed.

  He knew that Little Muruk had given himself an advantage, but he hadn't expected it to be so great. When the opponent burst out with all his might, the speed was surprisingly fast, and the body was surprisingly agile.

  Although he was shocked, relying on the already "heard" power of this long gun, and having practiced some heart-gained "Wei family gun method", there was nothing to be feared in his heart.

  With a flick of his wrist, the long spear was instantly swung to one side, and with the help of the small Mamluk's dagger, it formed an arc. Immediately after, the large spearhead let out a "whooshing" sound as it swung back in the opposite direction at an even faster speed, heading straight for the small Mamluk's body.

  "How did it end up like this..."

  As he heard the long gun's "Boom", like a tiger's roar in the mountains, Little Ma Murok was shocked and his astonishment made him almost unable to believe what he saw.

  The long gun's stock was like a city wall, emitting a whistling sound as it rapidly approached his cheek. What he couldn't understand was how this soft-stock long gun could have such explosive force.

  He, who had been training on the training ground for many years, knew that there was no time to think twice. In the first moment, he grasped the long knife with both hands and raised it above his head, the blade slanting at an angle to one side of his body in a upward sweeping posture.

  Against this kind of stick-like attack, this is the best way. The force will move along the inclined long knife to decompose the force, so that you don't have to bear the opponent's full attack.

  "when"

  It was another dull impact, and Mamluk leapt to one side, the great force causing his muscular arm to go numb for a moment, he needed some time to readjust his actions.

  However, he didn't know that for Chinese marksmanship, this little bit of time was enough for Zhao Fubo to launch another attack.

  Borrowing the momentum of his opponent, Zhao Fubo's spear flew upwards in a diagonal direction. Under his control, it drew a perfect half-circle in mid-air. Then, with a whirring sound, the spear shot towards Xiao Ma Mu Ru Ke's face once again.

  Mu Lu had no choice but to clasp his hands together and knock the long spear away.

  What made it unbearable was that the long spear that had been knocked out would turn around another arc, swinging its uncertain gun tip and rushing towards itself with greater strength.

  Wei Zhenyue looked more and more confused. He had also practiced the "Wei Family Gun Method", but he had never had such a feeling before.

  That dark red long spear was like a living python, flying continuously with the opponent's strength. The tip of the spear, flashing with cold stars, did not cover the opponent's vital points, but those layers and layers of pressure, like mountains, kept pressing towards Xiao Ma Mu Luoke.

  "Er Lang is indeed a rare talent for martial arts, but unfortunately he values martial arts over literature. Where can we find a good teacher and friend to help him become a hero like Wu Mu Wang who excels in both literature and martial arts?"

  At the same time as he was thinking, Little Muruk had already lost all ability to attack under Zhao Fubo's continuous and unrelenting assault with his large spear.

  He could only wave his increasingly weak long knife for a final resistance.

  It's inexplicable why he didn't surrender when his troops were already in disarray?

  Wei Zhen quietly sighed, the Yu Lin guards he trained knew that. Except for fighting to the death, these guys didn't know how to surrender!