Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

One of the Zhou family members had his lung pierced by debris, causing massive bleeding from the arteries. Although the injury was stopped and he was not fatal, it added fuel to the already heated atmosphere at the scene.

In the ensuing fight, a member of the Wu family had his leg broken.

Suddenly the scene became so heated that it was impossible to stop. They were getting excited... It was like they were splashing water on each other, and both of them turned red. One of them pushed the other into the puddle and was so violent that he wanted to drown the other.

Seeing the blood and weapons at the scene, Bai Yu frowned slightly and felt that the wine became a little harder to swallow.

On the first floor, Wu Zhengtang looked at the Wu family members whose bones were broken, his face was extremely ugly. He took out the gun head and put it on a long stick, then pointed it at the Zhou family group in front of him: "You are so cruel, you want to fight to the death? Come and try!"

Zhou Haofang sneered, "Come on! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Take my gun!"

A member of the Zhou family on the third floor threw down a big gun, and the two spears immediately entangled with each other like poisonous snakes and dragons.

Both of them have good spearmanship skills, close to the grandmaster level, but they are too young and have not yet reached the fourth level. They are both in the late third level.

In terms of basic skills in spearmanship, Wu Zhengtang was obviously better. Zhou Haofang immediately picked up his gun and started fighting, and even picked up a table and smashed it at Wu Zhengtang.

Wu Zhengtang shot through the tabletop, tearing the tablecloth along with it. However, he could not see any trace of Zhou Haofang. Someone behind him shouted to be careful. He looked up and saw that the other party had leaped up and smashed down with a spear raised. The surging energy was like water in a broken wine jar, like smashing down a vicious dragon from the water.

Wu Zhengtang did not take the attack head-on, but instead dodged it by jumping back several times.

Zhou Hao thought he had forced the opponent into a desperate situation, so he fired shots from the air one after another, gaining the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zhengtang hid in a corner. When it seemed that he had no way to escape, he suddenly turned around and looked back. He used an extremely beautiful counter-attack and raised the spear, as if an angry dragon piercing the heart. The powerful energy dispersed the evil dragon formed by condensed water vapor and fell towards Zhou Haofang's chest.

If it's fate, you'll have to lie down for at least a month or two.

However, at this moment, a huge force surged out from Zhou Haofang's body, and the power of the gun increased dramatically, covering Wu Zhengtang's counterattack and instead forcing him to half-kneel on the ground. He was drenched by the wine and blood oozed out of his orifices.

After Zhou Haofang landed, although he was still in shock, he laughed loudly and pointed his gun at the Wu family: "The Wu family's spearmanship is just so-so! You lost. According to the rules, you should shout 'Even dogs don't practice the Wu family's spearmanship' and get out of here!"

Wu Zhengtang raised his eyes. He was very sure that the new force Zhou Haofang had just brought out did not belong to him.

"What? You can't afford to lose?" Zhou Haofang continued to laugh.

"You are so shameless to claim victory by relying on external forces!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the second floor. Huang Qiyun held the wine glass in his hand and frowned, "I have lost the mood to drink. It's really unlucky."

Hearing this revelation, Zhou Haofang looked at the second floor with a bad expression: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Huang Qiyun pointed out directly: "The person who is helping you remotely is upstairs, are you afraid to let him show up?"

Zhou Haofang narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to cause trouble for my Zhou family."

"The Zhou family? Are they very powerful?" Huang Qiyun took a sip of wine and said, "I haven't heard much about them. They are bullying people by taking advantage of their power, so they are not good people. But the Wu family's spear leader... is an upright and responsible man."

Wu Zhengtang's eyes turned red after hearing this, and he clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, lady, for speaking out for justice... But this matter has nothing to do with you two, so please leave and don't get implicated!"

Bai Yu saw his excited reaction and asked curiously, "What is your relationship with the Wu family's spear master?"

"It's my uncle." Wu Zhengtang responded: "Do you two know my uncle?"

"Enough!" Zhou Haofang smashed the spear: "If you want to reminisce, get out! You two are really too much of an eyesore, either get out, or..."

Wu Zhengtang stood up suddenly, forcibly suppressed the bloody taste in his throat, and said angrily: "Mr. Zhou, I haven't lost yet!"

The true energy in his body suddenly flowed in the opposite direction. This move was called "Countercurrent Flow" and was a powerful move in the Wu family's martial arts.

After use, one can rapidly improve physical strength in a short period of time. Both arms swell a little, become covered with blue veins, and burst out with a terrifying force.

Zhou Haofang was shocked, and hastily used the move "Dragon Out of Sea" to deal with it.

However, the gap between the two sides is obvious.

Wu Zhengtang's countercurrent move is extremely domineering. It hurts himself before hurting others, so it cannot be taken head-on.

Zhou Haofang was about to be struck to the ground by a bullet when another wave of power came from upstairs. He was delighted and was about to use the same trick again.

At this moment, a soft "click" sound was heard.

On the second floor, Bai Yu put the wine glass on the table, and the energy was immediately cut off.

Zhou Haofang had no strength to resist anymore and was chopped away more than ten meters away. He lay on the broken wooden floor and fainted after struggling for a few times.

Everyone in the Zhou family quickly surrounded them.

At this time, those who were secretly watching the battle upstairs could no longer sit still.

Wu Zhengtang only felt the spear in his hand tremble, and the next moment the weapon slipped out of his hand, and he fell back and was caught by the Wu family members.

There was a middle-aged man in the lobby on the first floor. No one saw when he arrived, but everyone in the lobby could feel the invisible oppression brought by him. They felt their bodies shorter unconsciously, and had a sense of humility like an ant looking up at a giant.

"Young man from the Wu family, you have crossed the line." The middle-aged man said, "You should just admit defeat and leave."

Blood was flowing from Wu Zhengtang's nose. He raised his head unconvinced and said, "Bullying the weak is what the Xihai Zhou family is capable of!"

"Your Wu family has lost its spear leader, so don't blame others for not giving you some face." The middle-aged man looked down at him and said, "I wanted to kick you out and end it now, but you were too fierce. I should discipline you on behalf of your elders. I will cut off one of your hands first to serve as a warning to others."

If you lose one hand, basically 80% of your martial arts skills will be ruined. How can you hold a gun without both hands?

Wu Zhengtang couldn't resist because the difference in cultivation was too great. He stared at the weapon on the middle-aged man's waist and shouted, "If you want my hand, you can just draw your sword! Let the world know that you, the Zhou family's sword master, actually killed a young man like me!"

The Zhou family sword master said calmly: "You are not qualified to let me pull out this 'Crossing the River Pawn'."

Wu Zhengtang closed his eyes in almost despair.

But the next moment, Zhou family's swordsman stopped moving.

He stood there, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

A knife pressed against the back of his hand, stopping his movement.

But, if that were all, Dao Kui wouldn't have stood there in a trance.

The truly terrifying thing is that... the knife that was pressing down on the back of Dao Kui's hand was actually his own sword.

The sword master, one of the ten best martial artists, would actually have his sword taken away?

If this gets out, it will become a laughing stock to the whole world!

But Dao Kui couldn't laugh. He just felt horrified because he didn't realize when... his sword was taken away!

That might be just a ten-thousandth of a second, or even shorter!

Who is the young man in front of me?

Dao Kui had noticed the two people in the corner before. He had planned to deal with this side before meeting them on the other side, but now he realized that he had hit a wall!

The handsome young man in blue looked down at the knife, then raised his eyes and glanced at the knife master.

His movements were slow and calm, and after watching for a few seconds, a look of disinterest appeared in his eyes.

He asked in the complete silence of the restaurant.

"Is this knife worthy of being called a 'crossing-the-river pawn'?"

Without waiting for Dao Kui's face to turn pale, he asked the second question amid the stunned expressions of the Zhou and Wu families.

"You, are you qualified to be the leader of the sword?"

Chapter 904 Is this considered awesome?

As soon as these two sentences were uttered, everyone present was shocked, and shocking thoughts arose in their minds.

Before the list of the top ten and the ten most vicious ones, the top ten martial arts masters were the pinnacle of Da Xia's combat power. How many people in the world practiced martial arts diligently day and night, fought for life and death, traveled far and wide, and comprehended the world, just to become the top ten and become famous all over the world one day.

Being among the top ten is equivalent to obtaining the title of academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the academic world, and it can even be regarded as winning the Nobel Prize worldwide, making you a top figure.

But such a young man raised these two questions to Daokui.

How dare he?

Daokui is not a good-tempered and reasonable person. The only person in the world who can criticize Daokui to his face is Axe Immortal. If the other ten Kuis asked this question, it would be a big deal that would tear their faces apart.

Wu Zhengtang swallowed his saliva. He was afraid that an all-out battle between top masters would start right now. By then, the aftermath alone would be enough to kill a rookie like him seven or eight times.

The shopkeeper on the second floor was so frightened that he sobered up. He cast a vigilant look at the woman at the same table: "This... lady, why don't you stop them?"

"What's there to stop?" Huang Qiyun picked up the wine glass with his fingers and took a sip: "He's not wrong. Those who bully others by taking advantage of their power should be prepared to be bullied in return. The sword master has only this kind of character. It's not worth being vigilant at all."

Zhou Shi Daokui stared at the young man in close proximity with a sullen face. He was not angry, or rather, he knew that he should not be angry yet.

I have no idea where this person came from, nor can I figure out his true strength... However, since he dares to challenge me face to face, he must be a saint at best. Although he looks young, he might be an old monster over a hundred years old.

After all, he was a sword master who had been canonized as a saint, but he couldn't even sense a trace of his aura. It showed how restrained his spirit was. If one met him on the street, one wouldn't be able to sense any difference between him and an ordinary person. What a terrifying control he had.

"Who are you?" Zhou Kui asked in a deep voice.

"A passerby." Bai Yu said calmly, "I just can't stand you bullying the younger generation. When did Daxia become so unruly?"

"Rules? This is a matter between my Zhou family and the Wu family. It would be unruly for you to intervene rashly, right?" Zhou Kui said slowly, "If you insist on intervening, I can give you some face and let this kid apologize and leave."

"Heh..." Bai Yu sneered, "What does it have to do with the Wu family? I just don't like you."

Dao Kui narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you must compete with me today. Are you here for the title of Dao Kui?"

"Not really." Bai Yu said in a shocking tone, "Even if I beat you and took the title, there would be no sense of accomplishment. Would anyone feel happy and proud for beating a country goose?"

This is naked contempt.

But even at this point, Dao Kui still did not lose his temper. He was still restraining himself and controlling his emotions very well.

Not for any other reason, but because... his knife was in Bai Yu's hand.

As the leader of the swordsmen and a swordsman, his weapon fell into the hands of the opponent at the first moment, which meant that even if he wanted to draw his sword at this time, he might not have the chance.

Not to mention that Bai Yu was just talking now, even if he really slapped him, Zhou Kui would have to endure it and wait for the opportunity to grab the knife.

Bai Yu also noticed Zhou Kui's eyes and small movements.

"I know what you're thinking right now: It's because I just stole your knife unintentionally and took advantage of it."

"You will endure whatever I say, even though you are totally unconvinced in your heart."

Dao Kui said nothing.

Bai Yu turned the "Crossing River Pawn" around and handed the handle to Zhou Kui: "Then I will give you a chance to be convinced."

Zhou Kui stared at the knife handle that was handed to him, his eyes showing a hint of confusion, which turned into anger after he said the next sentence.

Bai Yu, who had been standing sideways the whole time, didn't even look directly at the sword master from five hundred years ago, and his tone was bland, almost contemptuous.

"Pull out the knife first and then try to convince me."

Again and again.

It is unbearable to always have the good temper of a clay Buddha, and the sword master Zhou Kui is not a person with a good temper. He is known as the "mad sword" in the martial arts world. His sword skills are fierce and violent, just like his personality.

If you have too good a temper, you won't be able to use this kind of knife skills.

Faced with the hilt handed to him, Zhou Kui could not back down. This was related to the reputation of the Sword Master, and also to his own spirit... Even though he was wary of this man of unknown origin, he no longer had the opportunity to retreat.

Zhou Kui did not hold the hilt of the knife, but raised his right hand and controlled the knife with his Qi.

At a distance of about half a foot, he clenched his five fingers together, trying to pull the Crossing the River Soldier out of the scabbard.

His action indeed caused the famous sword to tremble. When it came out of the scabbard about two inches, a cold light leaked out from the scabbard. The blade vibrated and hit the scabbard. A breeze spread between the two of them. The wind blew within three feet nearby, and a layer of white frost condensed on the ground in an instant.

The sword intent, evil spirit, sword force and the power of heaven and earth created this strange phenomenon.

Zhou Kui stared at the shaking weapon, his eyes showing a bit more hostility. He raised his right hand another seven inches higher. His true energy was like countless threads wrapped around the hilt, trying to pull it out. With the energy connected, the Crossing the River Soldier managed to pull three inches of the weapon out of the scabbard.

A tinkling sound came from inside the scabbard, the blade was vibrating, and sparks were actually flowing out from the slightly tilted inside of the scabbard.

The people from the Wu and Zhou families looked at the scene in front of them without daring to breathe. This was totally beyond their comprehension. They just found it unbelievable, just like a group of high school students watching a Schultz Prize-winning mathematician writing on the blackboard. There was confusion and stupidity in their eyes, but that didn't stop them from shouting "WTF" and "This is awesome!"

Come to a distance of three inches.

The knife master's breathing became noticeably rapid, and the movement of raising his hand became slower and more difficult. The more the knife was unsheathed, the more resistance it encountered inside increased exponentially. In the extremely slow process of raising his hand, the knife was unsheathed another inch, reaching four inches.

Zhou Kui already had sweat on his forehead.

He quietly gathered his strength in his chest, and suddenly a violent tornado appeared on the blade, forming a circular wave of wind. The blade vibrated at a high frequency, and then it was unsheathed another inch, reaching a length of five inches... At the same time, a gap appeared on the pillar not far away, and the large pillar that a man could hug was cut in half.

At this time, Dao Kui was unaware that he was sweating profusely. Sweat was sliding down his cheeks and the hair on his forehead was matted into a ball by sweat.

Bai Yu's eyes remained calm and expressionless, as if he were a mountain.

To others, the difference is obvious.

Everyone knows that preventing someone from drawing a sword is much more difficult than drawing the sword itself.

Bai Yu was only holding the scabbard, but the contemporary sword master was unable to pull out the sword despite trying so hard. His demeanor of making it seem like he was doing nothing showed that his strength level was definitely above that of the sword master.

Zhou Kui was in a difficult situation.