Chapter Thirty: Seeking Victory in Peril

  Ying Tianlong looked at him, this person is indeed reckless, but not entirely useless. Whether today's misfortune can be turned into good fortune depends on his own abilities. Life and death are predetermined, wealth and honor are in the hands of heaven.

  Ying Tianlong said to Lao Ba, "Your opponent is very formidable, you must use your wits and not be reckless, otherwise you will die a terrible death." Ying Tianlong had his own thoughts, first, he wanted to attract the attention of Luo Guoyong through this matter. As the saying goes, "Heroes cherish heroes", in order to survive and develop here, one must show their skills and abilities. Fearless in the face of danger, only by using evil to counter evil can one succeed. Secondly, if Qin Ming really could escape from death, this reckless kid was someone who could be utilized. A fortress is easiest to breach from within.

  The situation on the scene is very favorable to oneself, Li Jiao was afraid of Luo Guoyong and did not dare to confront him head-on, he could only watch as his subordinates were killed by others. The remaining people are angry but dare not speak out. This is an opportunity to establish one's own prestige, which will be beneficial for future development. Why not do something that has benefits?

  Both sides began to prepare and set up a ring in the middle.

  Lu Guoyong even proposed a duel rule, one match every ten minutes, divided into three matches. If the three matches are tied, Qin Ming is considered the winner, and past events will not be pursued. If his own man's martial arts skills are not good enough to be killed, he deserves to be unlucky. Lu Guoyong invited Ying Tianlong to be the referee. Ying Tianlong agreed.

  Lao Da "Xing Zhe" Wu Kui Long handed his weapon to Lao Ba Qin Ming and said: "You're familiar with this guy, the third master of 'Hei Feng Ying', his martial arts skills are not bad, and he's a good match for you. What Lao Jiu just said is right, use your wits to take him down instead of brute force, you're on your own."

  Qin Ming nodded in agreement.

  Lao Sanlin Wei said to Tian Long, "Old Nine, this man is called Hong San. He's notorious in society as a thug, with the saying that seeing him can cost you half your life. He's Luo Guoyong's right-hand man, ranked fourth, incredibly powerful and ruthless. I'm worried Old Eight isn't his match."

  "Unlikely," Tian Long sneered coldly. "I think this person appears to be extremely fierce on the surface, but in reality is just a silver gun with a wax head, all show and no substance. Lao Ba only has clever tricks up his sleeve; if he resorts to brute force, he won't last more than a few rounds. We need to come up with a plan to enrage him, then use the tactic of 'waiting for the exhausted enemy to make a move' in order to succeed in one fell swoop."

  Lin Wei nodded in agreement.

  “Thunder Fire” Qin Ming stepped onto the stage, holding a spear. Ying Tianlong nodded slightly; this kid was indeed a desperate man, without even a hint of fear on his face. He even smiled at Ying Tianlong and swung his spear a few times, striking a pose. As the saying goes, "a spear is like a line," and Ying Tianlong could see that he had practiced before - specifically, the internal school of spear techniques, also known as "Zhao Zilong's Thirteen Spears" or simply "Thirteen Spears." Some schools even called it "Taiji Thirteen Spears." However, this was just a fancy way of putting it; after all, Zhao Zilong lived in ancient times, and his spear techniques had probably been lost long ago. Invoking the name of Zhao Zilong's thirteen spears made for good storytelling, but the truth was that there were only three basic movements: block, grab, and thrust. All other movements could be derived from these three.

  Yīng Tiān Lóng deeply understands the ferocity of the eighteen types of weapons, but only knives, guns, swords, and clubs can truly win against people. The rest are just playthings that shouldn't be taken seriously. Mr. Lao She once said in "Duan Hun Qiang" (Soul-Shattering Gun), a phrase that is worth pondering: "Moon club, year knife, lifetime gun."

  Guns are the most profound and difficult to learn in military equipment. Guns have the reputation of being the king of all soldiers, and when two armies face each other, guns are the most effective, while knives and clubs don't count. If a gun is used well, it has a life of its own.

  The question is who has grasped the initiative.

  Hong San's strength was unmatched, and the spear in his hand danced with a whooshing sound. However, the heavy spear used by Hong San could only be wielded with waist power, and good spear technique required being able to hear the energy on the spearhead, transforming it into a family heirloom that would never lose. Looking at Hong San's insufficient waist strength, his legs were unstable, like a flower stand, without much actual content. On the other hand, Qin Ming had practiced before, so the heavy spear in his hand was relatively lighter and easier to shake, with the spearhead flying wildly, hence the name "flower spear". Using the flower spear to counter Hong San's heavy spear, as long as one defended strictly and dodged quickly, it would be enough to make him drink a pot of wine. If he couldn't hit, the heavy weapon had too much momentum, and its slow recovery gave the opponent an opportunity to counterattack.

  "Thunder Fire" Qin Ming can take advantage of this opportunity or not, it's all up to his fate.

  As expected, the two faced off, and Hong San immediately launched a fierce attack, with every shot aimed to kill. In his eyes, he had to take down Qin Ming today. The reason was that Qin Ming had killed his best friend, who had been involved in many shady dealings with him. His friend's unjust death made him determined to seek revenge. So from the start, he was furious and used all his deadliest moves, and the heavy gun in his hand swung with a chilling wind, aiming straight for Qin Ming's vital spots.

  Qin Ming had no burden, he didn't even care about death, what else would he fear. Adding to that his martial arts skills were not bad, his body was agile, avoiding the heavy and taking advantage of the light, dodging Hong San's killing moves, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

  But Hong San was no ordinary person, he saw through his thoughts and immediately changed his move, his spear shook violently, like a million peach blossoms, dazzling the eyes. Qin Ming was somewhat unable to withstand it.

  As the saying goes, "a chaotic gun head is hard to defend even for a god." The only way out was to shake his own spear and join in, making it impossible for the opponent to hear anything else. However, Qin Ming's spear was lighter than his opponent's and not as long, putting him at a disadvantage. He was stabbed several times, but fortunately, none of the wounds were fatal, and he dodged quickly. Nevertheless, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

  Just in time for ten minutes, the two withdrew from the scene.

  Qin Ming sat down, panting heavily, without a word. Ying Tianlong saw his fear and thought to himself that this was not good - being afraid before even going into battle was a major taboo in the military, and it would be impossible to win. So he slowly walked over and said: "Old Eight, actually guns also have feelings, stabbing with a gun relies on energy and emotions, and there won't be any weaknesses. If the gun head is held steadily, even incoming arrows can be blocked. Your current key problem is how to dissipate the momentum of the opponent's gun - if the gun doesn't budge, that's the most terrifying thing, more frightening than being surrounded by enemies. At this time, the enemy has already rushed forward, and there won't be enough time to spin the gun around again."

  Qin Ming's eyes lit up: "You're talking about the emotional connection between a gun and its user. Once you've got a feel for the rifle stock, you'll know what the gun wants to do, and you can sense even the slightest bit of force added to the muzzle, right?"

  "It's this principle, but you figure it out yourself, your time is running out."

  The whistle sounded, and the second round began. Hong San came back to life, and he rushed over with his spear again, not giving Qin Ming a chance. Qin Ming was still dodging and weaving, avoiding his opponent's sharp edge, and his own spear danced out like a thousand peach blossoms. The two weapons clashed, and Qin Ming's spear slipped through the gap in Hong San's defense like a snake, striking true. Hong San was shocked, and he hastily tried to block it, but he was too slow. He quickly let go of his spear, which fell to the ground, and Qin Ming's spearhead arrived, aiming straight for his abdomen. Hong San was also skilled, and with a quick turn, he pushed away the spearhead with his right hand. The spear pierced his waist, tearing through his belt, and the hook grazed against his flesh, causing blood to spurt out, and he let out a pained cry.

  It's not life-threatening.

  Luo Guoyong suddenly stood up and shouted: "The second game is over."

  Hong San took advantage of the situation and fell down. The people on Li Jiao's side immediately made a dissatisfied hissing sound.

  Qin Ming did not pursue the victory, dragging his gun down. The seven Golden Arhats were delighted to surround him in the middle. Only Li Jiao was gloomy and didn't know what he was thinking about.

  Looking at the situation of the first two rounds, Qin Ming has already won. But Tian Long also saw that today, Luo Guoyong was well-prepared and determined to defeat Qin Ming. Luo Guoyong took full advantage of Li Jiao's psychological fear and stepped up his attacks. Although Hong San's injury was not serious, he had lost the ability to continue fighting, and another person came out from "Hei Feng Ying", holding an iron rod and pointing at Qin Ming, saying: "Come on, come on, in the third round I'll fight you, let's see who's more powerful."

  "Hey, you guys lost, so you should follow the rules and let Lao Ba go. Why are you still fighting?"

  Luo Guoyong let out a cold laugh: "A life for a life, a debt repaid. It's only natural. Our Fourth Brother has lost, but there's still one last round. If your Qin Ming can survive this final calamity, he'll be able to live."

  Wu Kuilong looked at Li Jiao and meant: "Big brother, say something, what should we do?"

  Li Jiao's face turned pale, and he was at a loss for what to do, standing there in a daze. Lao Qi "Mother Big Bug" Gu Yonghui said with a sarcastic tone: "Old Big Brother, we can't afford to provoke Luo Guoyong, so let Old Eight fight the final battle again."

  Lin Wei also got angry: "Lao Qi, are you speaking human language? Not siding with your own brother, which group of people do you belong to?"

  "Stop arguing, everyone! Old Eight, you're the one who caused this trouble, so deal with it yourself. I can't do anything about it."

  Lao Ba "Thunder Fire" Qin Ming looked at Li Jiao and said, "Big brother, this is my fault, I'll take care of it. It's just the last battle, I'll do it. A man who flees in the face of danger doesn't deserve to be Lao Ba of 'Whirlwind Camp'."

  Ying Tianlong stood on one side, sneering coldly. He had long heard about Luo Guoyong's repeated changes of heart, and this person was not willing to suffer losses. The man Lin Wei mentioned earlier was the second-in-command of the "Black Wind Camp", known as the "Black-faced Killer" - Luo Qiyuan. He was Luo Guoyong's trusted general, with exceptional martial arts skills, often using a iron staff with sharp ends on both sides, which could be used for both striking and stabbing, known as the "Life-taking Mourning Staff". On the island, there were no firearms, and guns were strictly prohibited, in fact, they didn't even have guns to use. Knives, swords, and staves became the main weapons, time seemed to have turned back a few hundred years, becoming an extraordinary era of martial arts.

  "Thunder Fire" Qin Ming is more evil than good.