Chapter 8: Three Consecutive Wins

  "Alright!" Zhao Xiao Feng looked around at the puzzled eyes and immediately thought of a plan, so he said loudly: "Since the master wants to compete, let's set the rules first! How do you want to compete?"

  "What's with the comparison?" Zhong Bao Tian looked at Zhao Xiao Feng curiously, and in his heart he secretly muttered: "This kid has gone crazy! Asking for death!"

  Zhao Xiaofeng continued with a grin, "Big boss! I'll continue here today, but we must make a bet on the outcome! How about it?" He knew that nowadays bandits attach great importance to keeping their promises, otherwise how can they establish prestige in front of their subordinates?

  "Good!" Zhong Batian reluctantly replied: "Speak! How are we going to gamble?"

  Zhao Xiaofeng glanced at the eager Ah Lang and smiled slightly: "Today, I'll take on three matches with you here! No matter what you bet, I'll accept it. You can send three people to compete with me, as long as I lose one match, I... including everyone present will listen to your orders! However, if you don't win a single match, then..."

  "Alright! You're really arrogant, you little brat! As long as you don't lose a single game, then all the people in Qilin Village will listen to your orders!" Zhong Batian was driven mad by Zhao Xiaofeng's words! Besides, he couldn't believe that he wouldn't win a single game out of three.

  At this time, Ah Lang was sweating profusely. He knew Zhao Xiaofeng's marksmanship was very accurate! But... just as he was about to speak, Zhao Xiaofeng stopped him and said: "Everyone, please remain calm for the moment. Let the master draw a path first, otherwise..."

  "Alright!" Zhong Batian was not a man who didn't know the meaning of honor, and immediately said: "These three matches will be Grass Flying Fist against you in hand-to-hand combat, Mountain Cat against you in weapons, and I against you in marksmanship! As long as you win all three, I, Zhong Batian, will absolutely keep my word!"

  In fact, Zhong Bao Tian had already made up his mind. He and the other two were among the top counterfeiters in the mountains. Even if this kid was extremely formidable, as long as he could keep up with him when shooting, then even if he lost one round, there's no way he'd let him boss him around!

  "Now that I've drawn a line, you'll listen to me from now on, right?" Zhao Xiao Feng stared at Zhong Ba Tian.

  "Alright! You've decided!" Zhong Batian cursed secretly: "You stinky little brat! I'll make you look good later!" He immediately turned his head and gave a signal to Cao Fei and Shan Mao.

  Cao Fei nodded and walked onto the stage, saying "Please..." to Zhao Xiaofeng.

  "Slow down!" Zhao Xiao Feng laughed and said: "I haven't even explained the rules yet!"

  "Hurry up and fart! I don't have time to bother with you!" Cao Shangfei said disdainfully.

  Zhao Xiaofeng saw this brave but foolhardy man and couldn't help but secretly laugh. To provoke him, Zhao Xiaofeng immediately said disdainfully: "You're older than me, so I'll naturally yield to you. If you can avoid losing within ten moves, then you win! How about it?"

  "What? You want me to yield?" Cao Fei had never been humiliated like this before, and he immediately flew into a rage. He charged at Zhao Xiaofeng with a "Double Thunderclap" strike, aiming straight for his head. Seeing Cao Fei's behavior, Zhong Batian thought to himself, "This is not good!" Just as he was about to remind Cao Fei to calm down, Zhao Xiaofeng suddenly kicked out with one foot, using a swift and precise side kick to send Cao Fei's massive body flying three meters away. Before Cao Fei could even get back to his feet, Zhao Xiaofeng rushed over to help him up, saying "Sorry about that! My apologies!"

  Cao Fei is now speechless, due to his own impulsive behavior, but he didn't think that he would give Zhao Xiaofeng such a good opportunity. His face turned into an eggplant! He couldn't help but fling off Zhao Xiaofeng's hand and shout: "I lost!" After saying this, he retreated behind Zhong Batian.

  Zhong Batian didn't blame him, but instead carefully sized up Zhao Xiaofeng.

  The mountain cat has come over, he took off his steel knife from his shoulder and carefully placed the scabbard on the steps, saying to Zhao Xiaofeng: "Please!"

  Zhao Xiaofeng looked around for a while, then took the Type 38 rifle left behind by the devils from Ah Cai's hands. However, he removed the bayonet and wrapped the muzzle with his own outer garment.

  Everyone stared at him in surprise, "Please!" Zhao Xiao Feng's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every person on the scene. The bandits were taken aback, Ah Lang saw that Zhao Xiao Feng actually used a long gun without a bayonet to confront Shan Mao's treasured sword, and immediately grumbled: "This is completely unfair!" But no one on the scene spoke up for him, he could only sigh and carefully look around at the scene.

  The mountain cat was furious when he saw Zhao Xiaofeng look down on him, but he immediately calmed down because of the lesson from before, so he didn't dare to underestimate his opponent at all.

  The mountain cat's eyes grew increasingly icy, while Zhao Xiao Feng was calm and composed, holding his rifle steadily. Time seemed to have frozen, when suddenly the mountain cat's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and the treasured sword in his hand transformed into a silver dragon, bringing a whistling wind sound as it enveloped Zhao Xiao Feng.

  The bandits in the arena all changed their faces, cold sweat dripping, because the mountain cat's knife momentum actually carried a thread of soul-stirring killing intent!

  "Kill!" Zhao Xiao Feng roared, his long spear thrusting towards Shan Mao's chest. Although Shan Mao knew that the spear would not have a great effect even if it pierced his body, he still took a step back. The two faced each other, their invisible killing intent colliding and intertwining in mid-air, spreading out in all directions. The surrounding bandits involuntarily retreated several steps, watching from afar without daring to approach. The cold, harsh, and chilling killing intent made them somewhat unbearable.

  Zhao Xiaofeng had never faced such a powerful opponent since he came to the Anti-Japanese War period, but these were not problems. As an assassin, the combat skills he learned were the best in the world, the crystallization of modern high technology.

  The mountain cat slowly raised the treasured sword in his hand to the top of his head, at this time the sky had already darkened, Zhao Xiao Feng was already a bit tired, this road's fierce battle and rush, had made himself exhausted, so he wanted to end the fight as soon as possible.

  Suddenly, the mountain cat moved, and a vast array of knife shadows came pouring in from all directions. A powerful killing intent accompanied by a whistling sound hacked towards Zhao Xiaofeng's face.

  Zhao Xiaofeng's figure flashed, his front leg half-bent, and then he let out a fierce cry: "Kill!" The rifle that had no spiritual energy suddenly burst forth like a black dragon, breaking through the mountain cat's attack, with a majestic aura of thunder and lightning, slanting outward.

  With a loud crash, the mountain cat's shadow was actually knocked five steps away and heavily fell to the ground. The corner of his mouth had already seeped out a thread of fresh blood, and the precious sword also fell off beside him.

  The mountain cat struggled to get up, staring blankly at the treasured sword that had fallen to the ground. Finally, he broke the silence in the arena: "I lost! Hero Zhao's skills are extraordinary, Mountain Cat is deeply impressed!"

  "Oh! Oh!……" Ah Lang, Ah Cai, and the pincers cheered loudly, even the captured Yan Wang Zhai bandits and the ferocious Qilin Zhai bandits followed suit: "Too amazing! Who would have thought that Shan Mao's razor-sharp blade would be defeated by Zhao Xiao Feng's long gun with a wrapped gun head? This is an unprecedented thrilling match!"

  Nowadays, the only truth in the bandits' hearts is that the strong are king! Even an ordinary bandit has the right to challenge his own big brother at any time. No matter who wins, they can sit on the throne of their big brother.

  So, the leader of the bandits didn't have a good life either. Many of them spent their lives being extremely cautious and having no friends, only rivals! Not a few people spent their entire lives in loneliness and vigilance.

  Zhao Xiaofeng didn't show any pride, but instead sincerely picked up the precious sword from the ground and handed it to Shanmao's hands, saying: "Brother Shanmao! From now on, this sword must be used on the heads of Japanese devils, or else its value would be wasted!"

  Zhong Bao Tian looked at Zhao Xiao Feng's face, which still seemed to have a hint of childishness, and couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It seemed that this kid really did have some skills! If he lost again, then...

  Zhao Xiaofeng looked towards Zhong Batian, his eyes revealing a strong and unyielding spirit.

  "Light the lanterns!" Zhong Bao Tian steadied himself and shouted at his subordinates.

  "Yes!" A dozen or so people immediately placed several oil lamps under the eaves of a house to avoid the wind, about a hundred steps away from Zhao Xiaofeng.

  Zhong Ba Tian patted his sleeve, as if to brush off the bad luck, and suddenly a pistol appeared in his hand. It was an authentic German Mauser semi-automatic pistol, which was already quite rare during this period!

  Zhao Xiaofeng knew that Zhong Batian was not an easy opponent! But this battle concerned his status in this period, so he had to strive for it. Therefore, he took out the "Browning" he brought from modern times!

  This pistol itself would not be easily taken out for use, but now it's different. My only goal is victory, and even a draw won't do! So Zhao Xiao Feng looked at the distance and immediately said: "Boss, our pistol's effective range is generally fifty meters, but now we've already reached nearly seventy meters, why not..."

  "Haha!" Zhong Bao Tian was very confident in his own pistol, having tested it at a distance of 70 meters. This genuine German-made pistol had no problems whatsoever. So he immediately cut off Zhao Xiao Feng's words and said: "What? Are you afraid? If you admit defeat, I can let you be the third master of my mountain stronghold! How about that?"

  "No!" Zhao Xiao Feng shook his head and said: "The master of the house has misunderstood, I'm saying why don't we increase the distance to one hundred meters?"

  "What?" Zhong Batian was shocked, could a handgun hit the target at a distance of one hundred meters? Especially when the target was just a few swaying lamp wicks. "This!......" Zhong Batian looked suspiciously at Zhao Xiaofeng.

  Everyone in the court doubted Zhao Xiaofeng's words, and only one person believed him, that was Ah Lang!

  Zhao Xiaofeng smiled slightly towards Zhong Batian and said, "I'll go first!" After that, he retreated about 30 meters, carefully observed the position of the wick, and quickly calculated the wind speed and deviation. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Five gunshots later, all five oil lamps were extinguished!

  "Good! Good!......" Everyone cheered, even the originally crouching bandits from Yanwang Village stood up and applauded. Everyone was boiling with excitement, only then did they know what a divine marksman was.

  Zhong Bati's eyebrows furrowed, his lifelong reputation was going to be ruined by this kid today, but he couldn't bring himself to hate him, maybe it was because the opponent was too strong. But in Zhong Bati's dictionary, there were no words for admitting defeat, so, Zhong Bati also retreated thirty meters and raised the shotgun in his hand.

  Everyone fell silent, their eyes fixed on Zhong Batian. Zhong Batian felt his hand holding the gun getting heavier and heavier, his eyelids growing more and more droopy, the lamp wick shaking bigger and bigger. Finally, Zhong Batian put down the gun in his hand, then stared at Zhao Xiaofeng silently, saying word by word: "I lost!"

  "Oh!" Many people applauded, but many also remained silent.

  Zhong Batian quietly watched everything that happened in front of him, as if he were a stone statue. After a long time, he let out a long sigh. He turned his head to look at the subordinates surrounding him, then took big strides to walk to Zhao Xiaofeng's front and knelt down on the ground: "I, Zhong Batian, was defeated by Hero Zhao today, from now on I will regard Hero Zhao as the great master of the house, only you are in command, even if it means sacrificing my life, I will not refuse!" The more than 100 members of Qilin Gang and all the people of Yanwang Gang knelt down on the ground, shouting: "Salute to the great master of the house!"

  Zhao Xiaofeng immediately stretched out his hands and helped Zhong Batian up, saying: "Although I won this gamble, I hope we can be called brothers. In these chaotic times, the Japanese are rampaging, our country is in decline, and this petty squabbling is not what men of our generation should be doing. Brothers, I don't have any great abilities, but I sincerely hope to lead everyone in creating a new situation, so that we can stand tall and proud, without shame before our parents or our nation. Will you help me? Brothers!" This last sentence was spoken by Zhao Xiaofeng to everyone present.

  "Haha, Zhao Xiaofeng secretly smiled to himself, this was a phrase he had seen before in war movies, but he couldn't remember who said it. He didn't think he would actually use it today!"

  Looking into Zhao Xiao Feng's sincere eyes, Zhong Ba Tian couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion. As the head of the family, he had seen all sorts of people, and could tell what kind of person someone was at a glance. But the eyes in front of him were so deep and genuine, without any pretence or hypocrisy. At this moment, Zhong Ba Tian was truly willing. He suddenly felt a surge of passion, his eyes reddening involuntarily, perhaps due to Zhao Xiao Feng's words. Zhong Ba Tian finally willingly shouted out: "Big Brother!"

  "No!" Zhao Xiao Feng immediately stopped the subordinates who wanted to call him "Big Brother" and said: "From today on, we are no longer bandits! We have changed our name to the Northeast Anti-Japanese Army! I am the Commander-in-Chief! And Zhong Batian is the Deputy Commander-in-Chief!"

  "Good! Long live the commander!" The crowd of subordinates immediately cheered and jumped up, although many people didn't know what difference this Northeast Anti-Japanese Army had with bandits. However, they finally got rid of being called bandits!

  Thus, Zhao Xiaofeng effortlessly subdued nearly seven hundred fierce bandits, establishing his initial foundation. He also achieved an indelible and glorious military merit for the future battles, becoming an invincible and powerful army in the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Forces.

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