Chapter 17: Zhao Zilong's Spear

  Li Zhe and his men stood on the training ground east of the town, watching Zhao Yun perform martial arts.

  For someone like Zhao Yun, a legendary figure known for thousands of years, no modern person can help but be curious. Li Zhe was no exception to this gossip, and it just so happened that he came to pay his respects.

  Only Zhao Yun stood on the field, his armor removed, and he was wearing a white robe tied with a belt, making him look tall and slender, even more handsome and elegant.

  Holding a long pole as thick as an arm and about ten feet long, the head of the pole was wrapped in a thick bundle of clothes, making it soft and fluffy to avoid hurting people. A dozen or so strong men stood around, holding similar wooden poles, including Su Wu.

  This gang fight is quite interesting.

  There were many people, all of whom were trained guards, and as they walked, they naturally cooperated with each other, divided into batches, and attacked Zhao Yun from all sides.

  Zhoa Yun, however, held a staff with one hand and slowly walked around the inner circle, adjusting his breathing as he moved. The long staff in his hand had excellent elasticity, its tip swinging in circles with each step, the amplitude growing larger and larger.

  Li Zhe was a native of Zhongzhou, which is one of the most prosperous regions for Chinese folk martial arts. He had also learned some superficial kung fu skills. Upon closer inspection, he realized that Zhao Yun's technique was actually China's traditional Liuhe Daqiang (Six Harmonies Great Spear) method. However, compared to the highly refined spear techniques of later generations, Zhao Yun's spearwork seemed a bit rough and relied more on brute force.

  Su Wu made a signal with his eyes in the crowd, and immediately four people struck out at the same time from four directions towards Zhao Yun, completely sealing off the space around him. Meanwhile, Zhao Yun, who was originally walking slowly, suddenly accelerated when the four sticks came, his figure turning into a swimming dragon. The long stick in his hand seemed to have been prepared early, and with a left and right swing, the rounded tip of the stick suddenly expanded, turning into a large plum blossom, which struck the four wooden sticks one by one in a flash.

  A series of dull thuds, accompanied by the whistling of wind, four sticks flew out simultaneously, high into the sky. The massive impact hit the wrists and shoulders of the person holding the stick, crackling sounds echoed, the person had already fallen to the ground, but it turned out they were injured.

  This situation is indeed terrifying!

  Compared to the great spear masters that Li Zhe saw in later generations, Zhao Yun's strength may not have been as comprehensive, but his accuracy was absolutely superb. With one spear, he hit four people in a row, which is almost divine control!

  But Su Wu was resolute, unaffected, and together with five or six strong men, took the opportunity to shout loudly and charge at Zhao Yun. It was precisely the spear technique that Zhao Yun had personally taught.

  Good fellow Zhao Yun, with his arms slightly relaxed and his waist lifted, borrowed the power of the staff's circular motion to forcefully pop back. His body merged into one with the spear, resembling a soft white cloud, as if attached to the staff, drifting backwards, moving sideways for a distance, dodging the crowd's gun thrusts.

  When the force of the rebound was exhausted, Zhao Yun suddenly made a horse step with his foot, turning the passive into the active, and with both arms exerting their strength, the big stick transformed into a large circle again, and this time the force was even stronger than before.

  This stick brought out all the strength that had been accumulated before, extremely strong. The whistling sound caused by the high-speed movement of the stick through the air made this place seem like a thunderstorm, and the snow and dry grass on the entire flat ground were blown up by the wild wind.

  Su Wu's trick was already old, and he couldn't recover in time. Suddenly, a huge club flower flashed by, and Zhao Yun's big club struck him with a "ka" sound. His long club was broken, and the powerful force came like a tidal wave, sending Su Wu flying out more than ten feet away. Looking around again, the sounds of thuds echoed continuously, as Zhao Yun's big club danced into a whirlwind, causing people and horses to fall all around.

  At this time, Zhao Yun took a few steps forward with his spear, then planted his feet firmly on the ground and grasped the spear tightly with both hands, only then did he manage to contain his remaining strength. The spear's shadow dispersed, and all sorts of strange phenomena disappeared, revealing Zhao Yun standing tall and proud, upon closer inspection, he was calm and composed, not even breaking a sweat.

  Originally, Zhao Yun had only used half of the power accumulated on his staff, and the remaining half of the power was restrained by himself, so he didn't let everyone suffer more serious injuries.

  Two moves, a moment's decision between life and death victory or defeat, is indeed the style of Chinese martial arts.

  At this moment, everyone around him finally let out a collective sigh of relief, feeling that they were all drenched in sweat.

  What a Zhao Yun Zhao Zilong!

  Indeed, he is worthy of being the pinnacle martial general of this era!

  Zhao Yun's staff was as agile as a swimming dragon, its movements precise and elegant. In just a few dozen seconds, more than ten men had fallen under Zhao Yun's staff, yet he seemed to have not exerted himself at all.

  Such martial arts, whether it's a vast ocean or a thousand mountains, is also ordinary. Placed in the midst of a large formation, without being surrounded and beaten by hundreds of soldiers, I'm afraid it would be useless.

  Is this really the Three Kingdoms?

  Li Zhe suddenly felt that he needed to re-recognize this Three Kingdoms world.

  "Brother Zilong! Your spear technique is exquisite and unparalleled, absolutely unbeatable in the world!" Li Zhe excitedly praised Zhao Yun with a flushed face, but this was truly what he thought in his heart. In fact, he also wanted to say that today he finally understood where the definition of "non-human" came from; those so-called masters and martial artists he had seen in the 21st century were all rubbish compared to this.

  In response to Li Zhe's naked flattery, Zhao Yun reacted with a calm and composed demeanor, "Young master, you're overpraising me. How can I be matchless? My spear technique was passed down by my predecessor Tong Yuan, it's indeed exquisite and unparalleled, but what I've learned is limited, not even one-third of what my predecessor had."

  Li Zhe's mouth twitched, humbly, absolutely humble. This... this... this is absolutely not true! If Zhao Yun only had two or three successful moves from his master, then what about his master? Would he still be considered human?! In fact, even now, Li Zhe was very suspicious whether Zhao Yun was human or not, and he had a strong urge to go up and pinch Zhao Yun's soft little arm.

  After turning it over in his mind for half a day, another gossip arose from Li Zhe's heart and asked seriously: "Zi Long, your martial arts are the only ones I've ever seen. But you're just that fierce, then have you seen Zhang Fei and Guan Yu? How do their martial arts compare to yours?"

  Zhao Yun fell silent for a moment before speaking: "General Yide is skilled with the spear, and his strength is boundless. His spear technique is characterized by two words: 'collapse' and 'speed'. He charges forward without any hesitation, and his momentum is unstoppable! In terms of charging force, I am no match for him!"

  After hearing this, Li Zhe suddenly felt that his worldview was collapsing. According to Zhao Yun's words, there were not just one or two of them, but at least three in the vicinity.

  Only Zhao Yun's voice continued: "As for General Yunchang, his swordsmanship is based on the word 'momentum', emphasizing powerful and heavy strokes, with a thickness like a mountain and ferocity like a tidal wave. However, amidst this ferocity lies a cunning element, often catching opponents off guard. In a duel between the two, within the first thirty moves, I am far inferior to Yunchang!"

  With a thud, Li Zhe felt his heart sinking!

  "But——" Zhao Yun's words suddenly took a turn, and Li Zhe felt that his eyes had become brighter, changing from warm and jade-like to imposing and majestic, with an air of "I'm the only one": "The gun technique that Cloud is good at was created by my late master, combining various military techniques and taking the strengths of each school, discarding their weaknesses. It uses force from the outside in, generating power on its own, and has now become a unique style. It's best at borrowing force to strike back, with plenty of elasticity. If it were a prolonged battle or a group fight, neither of those two generals would be my match."

  Actually, Yun Ge is still quite proud in his heart!