For the first time, Da Ming had doubts about his childhood life. He suspected that his past experiences were all fake.
He has been wrestling with his peers since he was a child, and even some people older than him have been defeated by him. Such rich combat experience, coupled with the harsh environment of the Northern Territory, has given him a body of copper and iron as strong as an ox.
In his opinion, people from the Eastern Region are all nerds who focus on reading. Some have well-developed limbs, but there are certainly not many. However, he never thought that such a strange thing would happen to him: using physical strength to resist the vast fighting spirit.
What is boundless fighting spirit? Don’t say the word "boundless", just say the word "fighting spirit". As the name suggests, this is a spirit born for fighting, so why can the person opposite him use his body to resist? Is he the pinnacle of the Eastern Region? Daming took advantage of the opponent's defense to quickly recall...one, two...huh? Don’t you have this number? Where did this bad old man come from, inside the stone? So hard?
Da Ming did not believe in evil, and his hand strength secretly increased. Suddenly, he took advantage of the opponent's familiarity with his attack rhythm and suddenly exerted force. The opponent was still able to withstand it, but this time, Daming was delighted to find that there seemed to be a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
internal injury! He is resisting!
After discovering this, Da Ming suddenly felt that the gray sky began to clear up. He maintained the explosive power just now and continued to attack the opponent. Once again, again, and again, the opponent's tiger's mouth was shattered!
The man on the opposite side dodged and jumped out of the battle circle, seizing the time to recover. However, Da Ming did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but stopped. He had just fought against two masters in a row, and he was a little tired at this time. If he rushed forward rashly and tried some trick, he might be in trouble.
"What's your name?" After an unknown amount of time, Daming spoke.
The other party glanced at him strangely: "You can call me 'Old Wood', that's what everyone around me calls me."
"Yeah!" Daming nodded, indicating that he understood. But in fact, he was shocked in his heart. Why did he ask such a question just now? Was it because of the sympathy between the masters? Maybe.
"Are you still going to fight?" Lao Mumu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised the wooden knife. Although the wooden knife was very durable, it was still dented in some places. Nonetheless, as a wooden sword, it is a miracle that it can survive such a battle and immediately rush to the next one.
"Come." Daming raised his long knife.
"Great fate!" At this time, a voice from the north came from far away. "The Marquis Zuo made his own claim and came here to lead troops to support Da Ming."
This shout immediately woke the two people up: this is not an ordinary fight, but a battlefield of life and death!
"What a pity!" Da Ming took a step forward and swung his long knife to chop at the old wood. Lao Mumu was not from the Zhan family and had not learned many combat skills. He could only block with his sword.
"Ping!" The two knives collided together, and the old wood could no longer hold on. A mouthful of blood spat onto the long knife that Da Ming had just wiped.
"I'm sorry!" Da Ming immediately shook his luck and bounced the old wood away. "Don't worry, my knife is very fast!" Da Ming raised his long knife high and wanted to split the old wood in half.
"Ping!" The two knives collided together again. It turned out that Lao Mumu raised the wooden knife above his head in this desperate situation. He failed to withstand the knife and rolled away. The long knife hit the ground again.
Da Ming kicked away the wooden sword that he had just knocked down, then turned the long sword and struck it.
Seeing that the old wood was about to be split into two, at the critical moment, a familiar spear held the knife.
"Da Ming, you are very strong. But our battle is not over yet." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Hou opened his other hand that was clenched into a fist, and some sawdust leaked from his fingers.
Da Ming didn't have time to find out what the original sawdust was, he had to enter the battle again.
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Northern Territory, somewhere in a cave.
"Yes. Got it!" A man put down a chess piece in his hand and put the chess piece back into the crack of the stone - this is the old place.
Zhuang Zhenren didn't know how long he would stay in the Northern Territory, but since it was the instruction of the Patriarch, he would just stay.
Since the last time he saw the Grandmaster, he has been staying here, waiting for the Grandmaster's next order.
Seeing the Southern Expeditionary Army from the Northern Territory rushing past so proudly, he was so anxious! Seeing that Zuo Hou brought reinforcements to support him again, he was anxious! What is he anxious about? It’s not that he can’t leave, it’s that he won’t be allowed to leave!
Waiting and waiting, anxious and restless, I finally received the instructions from my ancestor, hoping for the stars and the moon - while a certain person is alone and returning to the royal court to recuperate, arrest him and torture him. If he is a tough guy, There is no need to show mercy.
Normally, Master Zhuang would not be able to beat that person. But his current condition is still fine. Considering that he could contribute so much to resisting the Northern Territory's Southern Expedition, Zhuang Zhenren was very happy.
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The world of chess.
"Why are you laughing?" Ye Lang looked helplessly at Mr. Su, who was laughing twitchingly in front of him. He didn't want to hear this man's laughter, but there was no place to hide, and he couldn't get out. He had no choice but to accept Mr. Su's demonic voice penetrating his ears.
"I'm thanking you!" Mr. Su finally answered him after being asked many times by the wild wolf.
"No, I'm afraid I can't bear it!" Wild Wolf refused angrily.
"Don't bother! You've asked me so many times, it's okay if I ask you back once."
"Tell me about it..." Wild Wolf really wanted to know what kind of medicine this guy who was making mysteries all day long would buy in his gourd.
"What if you exposed the whereabouts of your wise king to us? Tell me, the Northern Territory is so big, is there any place for you to hide?" Mr. Su looked at the wild wolf with amusement.
Such an expression, such a look in his eyes. Although he often saw Daming doing something to some disobedient people, he had to admit that he was already sick of seeing this look on his face. He hereby guarantees that even if the person in front of him is destined to die, if he dares to make such an expression again, he will immediately rush forward and tear his face apart!
"Impossible!" Ye Lang looked disdainful, "I'm not afraid to tell you that the whereabouts of our wise king in the Northern Territory don't even know our destiny. How could you people from the Eastern Territory know?"
"That can only mean that you are too incompetent!" Mr. Su spread his hands, "No! It should be that the entire Northern Territory is incompetent!"
"You!" The wild wolf was so angry when he heard that the other party not only insulted his life, but also insulted his own tribe!
"Say it like you know!"
"Congratulations, there is still a smart person like you in the Northern Territory." Mr. Su clapped his hands to express his approval. "I do know! So I am very confused. If you leaked the whereabouts of the wise king, would you still have a foothold in the huge Northern Territory?"
"Even if it is, it's not the turn of you multi-handed Eastern Region people to take care of it!" Ye Lang said confidently, but in fact he felt guilty in his heart. The cold sweat on his forehead and palms all exposed his guilty conscience.
When Mr. Su saw that the wild wolf did not give in, he ignored him and continued to mutter to himself about the chess pieces, leaving the wild wolf alone to reflect on when he had revealed his clue.
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The outside world, the battlefield.
"This Marquis of Yan was injured by Daming, wasn't he? How could he be beaten again?"
"I guess he's recovered."
"Bullshit! How is it possible? How could it be so fast?"
"I do not know!"
There are discussions below, and there are also discussions in mid-air that belong to the battlefield.
"I don't know what that piece of wood was, but it's definitely not for recovery." Before he finished speaking, Da Ming slashed with his sword. Seeing the fierceness of the sword, Yanhou turned sideways to avoid it.
"At most, it will give you the strength to fight!" Seeing that Yan Hou didn't speak, Da Ming put away his sword and struck back. Yan Hou took the shot with his gun, but was knocked away a few steps away.
Sure enough... Even if it is a saint's thing, is it still just a foreign thing? Thinking of this, Marquis Yan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Da Ming did not give Yan Hou many opportunities. He slashed with one knife after another, which was too much for Yan Hou. After all, the apricot branch left by the saint was still a bit short. It just gave him a breath to hold on, but his opponent could not bear it. It's just too strong.
Da Ming looked at Yan Hou, who had little fighting spirit, and felt disappointed, so he decided to give him a fatal blow and send him on his way.
As a result, at this moment, a warning bell rang in Da Ming's heart, and he quickly drew his knife and dodged sideways, avoiding a flying knife that was grazing his chest.
After the flying knife flew out, it flew back again. Da Ming frowned and turned sideways and slapped it away.
The flying knife rolled several times in the air and then landed in a person's hand.
"Not many people can make such an exquisite flying knife. If I guess correctly, it would be you, Mo Qianji!"
Mo Qianji wore a bamboo hat on his head. When he raised his head, the fine snow on the bamboo hat slid down to the ground and floated down behind him.
"I didn't expect that Mo's name would even be known to him. What an honor!"
"You're welcome! I also have to thank you for sparing my unlucky subordinate a life!"
"No need, just think of it as a favor to Beiyu!" Mo Qianji was very happy when he heard the other party's words.
"Haha, yes!" The curve of the corner of Da Ming's mouth gradually turned sinister, "Thank you so much, Master Mo, for letting my other subordinates die in a foreign country!"
Holding a long stick and a long knife, the two looked at each other. It was Mo Qianji who spoke first: "Da Ming has been fighting for a few times in a row. I'm afraid I'm tired. Why don't we take a rest first?"
"No need!" Da Ming roared, "I don't want my subordinates to appear in my mind while I'm resting. They are asking me why I let you, a murderous maniac, go!"
The boundless fighting spirit and Mo's Thousand Chances of Intent erupted at the same time. Even though Daming had already fought several times in a row and was exhausted both physically and mentally, he still had a fierce fight with Mo Qianji, which was enough to show Daming's strength. Even though he was an enemy, Marquis Yan and Lao Mumu, who were resting, affirmed him without hesitation.
Not to mention the warriors in the Northern Territory, even if they usually respect God so much, their shouts at this time are so loud that they want to overturn the dome!
