Looking at Ouyang Ming who was eager to try and his rather dejected nephew, Yan Haobo's heart moved slightly and he said with a smile: "Master Ou, I heard that you not only learned boxing and body skills, but you are also quite good at swordsmanship?"
Sui Hezhi was startled and wondered. I only taught Ouyang Mingjun the simplest sword skills and boxing skills. When did I say that he was good at sword skills. However, to be honest, after seeing Ouyang Ming's boxing skills, he really had some expectations for this little guy's sword skills.
Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Chang Yan Huo, do you still want to test my sword skills?"
Yan Haobo laughed dumbly and said quickly: "Master Ou misunderstood. You definitely don't need to do it yourself when entering the dense forest, so having such body skills is enough." He paused and then said: "I just see Hunter Xin happy, and want to Let’s see how deep the master’s foundation is and how far we can go into the jungle.”
As he said, even if Ouyang Ming entered with the team, it would never be his turn to face the attack of the beast. As long as Ouyang Ming's body skills are good enough and he doesn't drag people down, he can already make them shout Amitabha.
However, the stronger Ouyang Ming's strength is, the more confident they will be, and they can even go deeper as planned without being affected.
Ouyang Ming nodded heavily. He knew that the better he performed at this time, the less constrained he would be when entering the dense forest in the future, and he could go deeper into it.
Entering the room, Ouyang Ming took out two sabers and said with a smile: "These two sabers were made when I was bored. Although they are good products, they have not yet reached their peak. Brother Yan, just make do with them."
Yan Haobo and others secretly thought that the high-quality saber was still being used ad hoc. Why did this sentence sound so awkward...
However, they also knew that Ouyang Ming did not mean to humiliate them. After the master casually took out three pieces of high-quality peak equipment and gave them away, they understood that their vision and financial resources were no longer comparable to those of the other party. These two high-quality sabers are not the best, but in the eyes of the master, they are indeed just makeshift.
However, just when Yan Chengcai was about to reach out for the knife, a big hand grabbed it first.
Everyone was startled. The one who took the knife turned out to be Yan Haobo.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Yan Chengcai asked in surprise.
Ouyang Ming was also puzzled. If he was asked to compete with Yan Chengcai, he would still have some confidence. But to be able to defeat a group of fire chiefs, and the fire chief of Chen Yifan's personal guard... No matter how arrogant he is, he knows that it is impossible with his current strength.
Yan Haobo chuckled lightly and said: "Master Ou, the swordsman has no eyesight, and the prime minister has not yet reached the point where he can use his skills freely, so I will be the one to take charge of this battle."
Ouyang Ming suddenly realized and said, "Okay, then I'll worry about it."
He took a step back, holding the knife to his chest and being careful.
However, Yan Haobo casually held the knife in his hand and said: "Master Ou, please take action."
Ouyang Ming looked at him solemnly. Yan Haobo did not put on any posture, just holding the saber loosely. However, Yan Haobo, who was full of flaws, gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
This feeling was like being forced into despair by Zhang Hanyu and hiding in an abandoned weapons depot. The hairs all over his body stood on end because of this.
Ouyang Ming's breathing suddenly became suffocated, and the purple light in his mind became brighter.
The greater the crisis and difficulty encountered, the more focused and elevated Ouyang Ming's spiritual thoughts became, and the more tacit understanding he had with Zi Guang.
This is not a strange thing. When the life forms of any race are forced into a desperate situation, they will either sit back and wait for death, or they will explode with shocking potential.
People say that wisdom emerges from haste, and motivation comes from pressure. In fact, this is also true.
As soon as his eyes turned, Ouyang Ming's figure flashed, and he came to Yan Haobo with a quick step, and slashed him in the head.
Yan Haobo was shocked. This sword was actually nothing, and it did not exceed the limit of a third-level martial artist. However, when the sword was struck, Yan Haobo felt a murderous and murderous aura.
This fierce evil aura made him feel a little frightened.
A sword that has killed people and seen blood is completely different from the sword practiced by ordinary warriors.
According to Yan Haobo's opinion, although Ouyang Ming is extremely talented, he is a good young man who can practice martial arts. But he was practicing hard. After all, he was not a veteran who had been on the battlefield. Therefore, no matter how powerful his sword skills are, they still lack a sense of bloodiness and killing momentum.
However, Ou Yangming's knife completely subverted his understanding.
This is definitely a vicious sword. Of course, the ferocious aura does not come from the sword itself, but from the person holding the sword.
He wondered in his heart, could he cultivate a killing god by practicing hard at home
Although he was puzzled, his subordinates were not slow at all. The sword flashed and flicked towards Ouyang Ming's wrist.
He did not use the blade, but used the back of the blade to strike, so that even if he hit, it would not hurt Master Ou.
However, although Ouyang Ming's sword seemed to go all out, he immediately turned around after seeing Yan Haobo's attack, and the sword followed the man, not only avoiding the sword, but also coming to his back.
The feeling he had when he was fighting with Yan Chengcai resurfaced again, and this time it was clearer and more exciting.
The sword flashed, and Ouyang Ming slashed at Yan Haobo's arm. Naturally, he would not go all out, but the angle of the sword was so tricky that it was amazing.
When Yan Haobo doesn't move, he is indeed as majestic as a mountain, but once he takes action, his flaws will inevitably be revealed.
"Okay!" Yan Haobo shouted, the sword in his hand flashed, and he came down like flying.
"Ding-" After a crisp sound, the two knives finally struck each other.
Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly and he quickly retreated. He finally understood that there was indeed a huge gap in strength between himself and the opponent.
Yan Haobo's reaction speed was far beyond what he could match. This sword strike came from behind and blocked his strike abruptly. Moreover, the sword was as bright as snow and so powerful that he had to stagger back.
On the other hand, Yan Haobo didn't even waver, not to mention his body wavering.
Just thinking about such a huge gap makes people despair.
However, Ouyang Ming was not completely convinced. Although Yan Haobo's strength and agility are very powerful, if he wears all the equipment, he will not be inferior, but will be even better.
Of course, Ouyang Ming would never throw away all the old foundations at this time.
Taking a step back, he stared at Yan Haobo. The fire chief did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but returned to his original state, waiting for his attack.
Perhaps, when Yan Haobo thought about it, as long as he had a knife in his hand, no matter what tricks Ouyang Ming came up with, there was no threat.
Ouyang Ming took a few steps back, his eyes getting brighter.
Some people will choose to retreat when faced with hardships and difficulties. However, some people are the opposite. The more powerful the obstacles ahead, the more motivated they become.
And Ouyang Ming is undoubtedly a typical example of the latter.
After knowing that Yan Haobo would not chop him to death with a single blow, Ouyang Ming never thought of giving in. He wished he had such a strong man as his sparring partner.
Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming stepped forward again.
This time, the shining sword struck his head again. However, just when Yan Haobo's wrist trembled slightly and he raised his knife to block, Ouyang Ming's sword force changed again. The light of the falling sword turned midway and slashed towards Yan Haobo's arm.
It was like a replay of the scene just now, but the only difference was that Ouyang Ming's sword light changed faster.
A smile overflowed from the corner of Yan Haobo's mouth. What's the use of changing quickly? Under the overwhelming power and speed, he had already defeated the opponent.
However, just as his wrist shook and he changed direction again, Ouyang Ming's sword flashed again and sliced towards his thigh.
Yan Haobo was slightly startled, but he had no choice but to follow him.
However, he soon discovered that the saber in Ouyang Ming's hand was so versatile that it was impossible to guard against it.
This is not about how exquisite his sword skills are, how powerful the sword is, or how fast his speed is. When it comes to all this, he is even worse than Yan Chengcai.
However, in terms of changes in sword techniques, Ouyang Ming's performance was absolutely appalling.
Wherever the sword light pointed, there was always Yan Haobo's flaw. Although Yan Haobo was much faster than Ouyang Ming, in the eyes of Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai, he seemed to have completely lost the initiative and was being led by Ouyang Ming.
Sui Hezhi and Yan Chengcai looked at each other, both speechless.
Especially Yan Chengcai, now he understands his uncle's true intention. If he had been on the field instead and couldn't crush him with absolute strength and speed, he would probably have been injured and defeated by now.
But Yan Haobo, who was in the middle of the game, felt even more profoundly.
Ouyang Ming was like a whirlpool. The initial power was not strong. However, as the sword light continued to practice and change, the whirlpool became deeper and deeper. Yan Haobo even felt like he was restrained.
When this feeling became stronger and stronger, Yan Haobo inexplicably felt a fatal sense of crisis in his heart.
He must change, otherwise, it will be like boiling a frog in warm water, and he will not even know how he died in the end.
His eyes suddenly widened, and Yan Haobo roared. The sound was deafening and full of violent and cold murderous intent.
Afterwards, Yan Haobo ignored the approaching sword light, his eyes were firmly fixed on Ouyang Ming, and he struck with the sword without hesitation.
Under the entanglement of Ouyang Ming's weird sword skills, he actually took the initiative to take action in this life-threatening way, hurting both sides, regardless of his identity.