Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 26: Dark Son
Facing such huge force, Zhao Rang could only retreat and did not dare to fight head-on.
Although the weight of a weapon can greatly increase its power, it will also sacrifice its flexibility.
Now Zhao Rang is on a long street extending in all directions, so he can control his advance and retreat, and does not have to fight.
Another stick swept forward with great force. Zhao Rang pointed his toes to the ground and stepped back more than ten feet, completely distancing himself from the opponent.
Only then did he see that the person holding the stick was actually the old and frail scholar just now!
At this time, the old scholar had taken off his shirt and tied it around his waist.
Although his body still looks very thin, his explosive power can swing such a thick iron rod!
Seeing the old scholar walking forward quickly, raising the iron rod high above his head, and dancing like a shadow of the rod in the sky, Zhao Rang and the two of them shouted loudly:
"Old man, what are you doing?"
The old scholar did not answer, only snorted coldly, his eyes full of hatred.
Then his figure gradually disappeared in the shadow of the stick, becoming illusory and blurred.
Zhao Rang thought about it carefully and found that he didn't know what forces or people in the north were good at using sticks.
Moreover, the stick used by the old scholar has long exceeded the limit of ordinary sticks.
With Zhao Rang's fifth-level martial arts cultivation, the most he could do was pick it up. As for dancing like this, he couldn't even think about it.
In most cases, a warrior's strength is linked to his martial arts cultivation. However, it is normal for people who specialize in external kung fu to have greater strength than martial arts practitioners of the same level.
But Zhao Rang had never seen such a powerful old scholar.
I have only heard that there used to be a force in the world that specialized in cultivating Qi. Once its disciples started, they could possess a thousand catties of power. Later, depending on how hard they practiced and their understanding of their own control, they could be greatly improved.
But this cultivation method is really hard and takes an extremely long time. Not to mention that in order to squeeze their own energy to the extreme, they also need many heavenly materials and earthly treasures for medicinal baths and ingestion.
What's even more terrible is that this method of "reinforcing the growth" has actually damaged the original essence, resulting in the warriors who practice this method often have a short life span.
If things go on like this, no one will practice anymore, and it will just be a flash in the pan.
I heard that there are still some secluded temples that use this method as a standard for training believers, but since I have never seen anyone walking around in the world, it is recognized that this kind of martial arts that is purely based on strength has been discontinued.
Zhao Rang also felt a little surprised when he saw the old scholar today.
Although he is not a martial arts fanatic, when martial arts practitioners see martial arts moves that they have never seen before, or that only appear in rumors, they still feel a little itchy and want to compete with him and compare each other.
Who is stronger?
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
It's empty talk, but you still have to see the truth!
Anyway, the street behind him was still very long, so Zhao Rang was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to observe the old scholar's approach first.
But after watching for a long time, Zhao Rang didn't even see the reason.
It's not that he can't understand it, it's that the old scholar has no way at all!
He used his huge strength to swing the iron rod into the wind, so that not even an embroidery needle could penetrate it, thereby protecting his whole body.
Then he walked towards Zhao Rang steadily and step by step, trying to force him into a blind corner with the wind of his stick, and then kill him with one blow.
A solid iron rod as thick as an adult's waist. If he hits it once, Zhao Rang will definitely be in the northwest...
He has never mastered any hard skills such as "Golden Bell Shield" or "Iron Cloth Shirt". All he can rely on is a knife.
"Old sir, you must have mistaken the wrong person!"
Zhao Rang said again, but still could not shake the old scholar's mind.
At this moment, he was like a gushing volcano, with energy continuously spreading from his body to his arms, and then to the stick in his hand.
I tried twice, but to no avail.
Zhao Rang was also a little angry!
How can there be such a person who just takes action out of nowhere without explaining the reason at all?
If you want to say that you are guilty of his crime, then forget it, but when you left just now, you clearly bought him five skewers of barbecue!
So Zhao Rang regrets it very much now...
If he had eaten less than five skewers of barbecue, he might be even weaker now.
The two of them retreated and advanced, and in a blink of an eye they were in a stalemate over a cup of tea.
Not only did the old scholar's strength not weaken at all, the sound of the iron rod breaking through the wind became even duller.
If the stalemate continues like this, there is no solution. Either turn around and leave, or we can only make a quick decision to subdue this old guy and question him clearly.
Zhao Rang glanced down and suddenly discovered that when the old scholar was swinging his stick, there was a circle and a half of space between him and the ground, just up to his ankles.
In other words, the position of the ankle is not protected at all, which is the cover of his move!
For others, even if they discover this flaw, it is difficult to exploit it.
Because the iron rod is too heavy and moves too fast. The wind it brings spreads and forms an iron curtain to cover the door.
But this is not difficult for Zhao Rang.
He pulled out the knife from his blouse, then jumped into the air, turned sideways, and landed straight down.
When he was about to hit the ground, he swung a knife thinking about the old scholar's ankle.
An arc-shaped wave of air, mixed with the light of the sword, popped forward.
It's not intense, but rather gentle.
But the light of a sword is a light of sword after all. It will never be as gentle as moonlight, nor as light as feathers.
Facing such a knife, the old scholar didn't even dare to blink.
He knew that as long as his spirit relaxed even a little, he might never have another chance to blink!
He had no choice but to move the iron rod in his hand faster!
Zhao Rang didn't panic and repeated the previous action again.
This kind of sword technique was used once when he first met Yuan Mingkong. It was the Zhao family's "four-stage sword".
Each knife is thicker than the last, and the force of the knife is superimposed layer by layer, endless, and finally pushes everything flat with a devastating force, which makes people extremely desperate.
Zhao Rang estimated that he would not need to use all four swords.
Three swords should be enough!
Sure enough, after the second blow, the old scholar had stopped moving forward.
Veins popped up on his forehead, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down. He could only parry, but had no room to fight back.
When Zhao gave way to the third place, the old scholar was completely unable to resist. He retreated again and again, and the iron rod in his hand also slowed down.
Zhao Rang thought that the old scholar's strength had reached the limit. Unexpectedly, he suddenly shouted loudly, raised the iron rod high above his head, then held one end with both hands, and rotated on the spot with his whole body as the axis.
The speed was so fast that the other end of the iron rod was rubbed with flames!
Streams of fire flew out like lightning, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, approaching Zhao Rang.
Zhao Rang couldn't help but feel nervous...
This old scholar is much more difficult to deal with than he thought!
He had no choice but to take risks.
The body leaped high again, and the blade struck the old scholar's head.
This sword is a forbidden style in the Zhao family's swordsmanship, called "Sacrifice the Body".
Only by mobilizing all your strength can you strike out with all your strength.
If you are not careful, both sides will be hurt, so it is called "sacrifice".
It is really a knife technique that is only used when desperate.
But Zhao Rang obviously won't fight him desperately.
What he wants is just to make the old scholar think this way.
"Haha, I'm just waiting for your knife!"
Sure enough, the old scholar landed in Zhao Rang's open pocket. The iron rod in his hand suddenly changed. He turned it sideways and stabbed straight at Zhao Rang.
With the weight of the iron rod and the blessing of his strength, if he were hit this time, it would be enough to drive Zhao Rang's head into his stomach.
But how could Zhao Rang not know that he wanted to do this?
When the iron rod was less than three inches from the tip of the knife, he turned his wrist repeatedly, causing the blade to hover around the stick, like a snake.
Not only did the old scholar's huge force hit the air, but he was also forced to use the blade so that he could not hold the stick with both hands.
"Let go!"
Zhao Rang roared!
The old scholar was furious.
I would rather have my wrists cut off by Zhao Rang's blade than let go.
Fortunately, Zhao Rang had no murderous intention towards him. At the last moment, he raised the tip of the knife and lightly scratched the inside of his wrists.
The force should be controlled to the extent that it only hurts the skin and flesh, and does not damage the muscles and bones.
The cold touch made the old scholar lose most of his strength in an instant...
The iron rod fell to the ground with a bang, creating a cloud of smoke and dust.
Zhao Rang raised his arm and put the blade on his neck.
The old scholar gritted his teeth and said:
"My skills are inferior to others, please kill me!"
Zhao Rang sighed, tightened the knife in his blouse again, and said:
"Old sir, it was you who wanted to kill me! I was just protecting myself!"
It was obviously the opponent who made the first move, but in the end he acted like a hero and would rather die than surrender!
Zhao Rang felt that this old scholar was either old and confused, or his brain had been damaged by practicing his strength!
"I can't stop you from doing harm to the great master, so the only way to repay it is to die!"
When Zhao Rang heard this, he quickly asked:
"Master? Master Wang San?!"
The old scholar said coldly:
"Besides him, is there a second master in the royal city?"
Zhao Rang said playfully:
"So you attacked me because you thought I was going to be detrimental to Mr. Wang San?"
The old scholar said with a nose in his face:
"You first sneaked into the alley where the Liba people gathered, and then you paid so much attention to Xiangtengju's notice. Isn't this just to sneak in and work, and then be detrimental to the master?"
Zhao Rang sighed, it turned out that this was the source of the misunderstanding.
"Who are you, Grandpa?"
The old scholar straightened his neck and replied:
"I am old and I can only embarrass you!"
When Zhao Rang saw that the old scholar had no fear on his face and even felt deeply guilty when he said these words, he knew that he should be a dead soldier of Mr. Wang San, who was hiding at the lowest level in the city and acting as a secret agent.
The so-called dark man is a person hiding in the dark.
He is usually inconspicuous, but at critical moments he is able to risk his own life for the sake of his family.
There was also such a person in the Zhao family, so Zhao Rang easily guessed the identity of the old scholar.
After all, Mr. Wang San's three names are too famous.
The more people know, the more prepared they will be.
And such a secret, unnoticed by the gods and ghosts, is the most powerful trump card.
"I don't want to harm Mr. Wang San. On the contrary, I want to save him!"