Doug looked at Tong Shihong, smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Tong Shihong breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his combat state.
Du Ge drew out the long sword from his back, held the sword with both hands, clasped his fists towards Tong Shihong, and said solemnly: "Master Tong, this sword is three feet and seven inches long, one inch and three inches wide, made of fine steel, and it once killed the ferocious beast Taotie, so it was named Taozhong Sword."
Taozhong Sword
Tong Shihong's pupils shrank, and some not-so-nice images unconsciously broke into his mind, and the momentum he had just accumulated suddenly dissipated.
But seeing Douger's serious look, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mood again, and imitated Douger, showing his fist: "I don't use weapons, but I can conquer the world with my pair of iron fists. The name of my fist is "Overlord Fist". Boss Feng, please teach me."
Du Ge looked at Tong Shihong again, stretched out his hand and pulled Wang San over, saying: "Wang San, the demon has taken over the body and is good at using sound waves. Wherever the sound waves reach, they can confuse people's minds..."
Buzz!
It was like a bolt of lightning exploding in Tong Shihong's mind.
His mind went blank. We are having a duel, so it's fine if you introduce the sword, but why are you introducing him
Tong Shihong glared at Du Ge angrily and said unhappily, "Boss Feng, this is a fair fight between the two of us. If a third person intervenes, even if I lose, I will not accept it in my heart."
He had been cautious and calm all his life, but he didn't expect that when he met Feng Qi, his defense would be broken several times in a short while. It was really weird!
"Oh, I saw Sect Master Tong kept looking at him, so I wanted to introduce Wang San to you. He won't get involved in the fight. You're overthinking it." Du Ge smiled faintly and pointed his sword forward, "Sect Master, please."
Tong Shihong is one of the top masters of the time, and his martial arts represent the world's first-class level.
After settling down, Doug's dream of becoming a martial arts hero was revived.
But with his super high attributes, defeating Gao Yong and others is easy. After finally meeting Tong Shihong, he naturally wants to compete with him, to satisfy his desire to compete with masters, and to verify how capable he is. He can't always carry Wang San with him wherever he goes.
However, facing the unknown, Doug did not dare to be arrogant, and naturally tried to find a way to dampen his enthusiasm first.
This is not a dirty trick, this is a psychological warfare before the masters compete.
Wang San’s fear of Jiao is also a form of psychological warfare.
The influence of Jiao's Fear is too great. Once it is used on a master like Tong Shihong, he will be crippled. Previously, Feng Yunjie, Han Zuo and other people who were affected by Jiao's Fear have now been demoted to incense masters. They are asked to stay away from Wang San as much as possible and play the greatest role.
Nowadays, the peacekeeping gang is short of people, so try not to use them if possible. The masters still have to rely on their beliefs and ideals to convince others.
If he really can't beat Tong Shihong, it won't be too late to let Wang San speak.
Doug believed that Wang San would not be so pedantic.
…
Looking at the Taozhong Sword in Douge's hand, and then at Wang San standing aside with an inexplicable smile on his face, Tong Shihong became restless and could not calm down no matter what. He took a deep breath and managed to calm down: "Please."
As soon as the words fell.
Doug's figure had disappeared from in front of him.
The sound of breaking wind came from the left side of the body.
He slightly turned sideways to avoid the sword that was stabbing at his heart, and punched Doug's head with his backhand.
He threw a punch but missed. Tong Shihong, who had rich combat experience, subconsciously withdrew his fist. Sure enough, the sharp sword light had already cut down his arm. If he had been a moment slower, half of his arm would have been gone.
What a fast speed.
After two moves, Tong Shihong took a breath of cold air. From Feng Qi's position and the hand holding the sword, he could tell that Feng Qi did not have any martial arts skills, but this amazing speed and reaction ability were enough for him to crush most of the top masters in the world.
too fast!
Little did he know that Doug on the opposite side was equally frightened. His keen five senses could clearly see every move of Tong Shihong, but the opponent seemed to be able to predict it in advance and always managed to avoid his fatal moves in time.
Moreover, the fist, which seemed to be moving slowly, was actually very fast, as if it could break through the space, and suddenly it appeared in front of him.
It is said that boxing champions on earth can throw more than ten punches in a second. Tong Shihong's punching speed obviously far exceeds this frequency and also has power.
The most important thing is that he can maintain this punching speed and change his moves in the middle, which is terrifying.
He was indeed a top martial arts master with inner strength. Before he unified Luyang City, he was definitely not Tong Shihong's opponent. Even if he was behind him and launched a stab, he might have the chance to turn around and punch him in the face.
And this terrifying combat instinct.
No wonder Qiu Muqian invited him to deal with me. If I hadn't grown up so fast, I would have been defeated if I met this old man.
really.
Maintaining a small Luyang City is not enough for him to suppress the world.
The future is long and life still requires hard work.
…
"Fuck, this old man is too fierce!" Feng Zhong was amazed, "His speed can actually keep up with Brother Seven."
"Is he powerful?" Wang San disagreed, and said sinisterly, "Three sects, five schools, two gangs, and one family, including the hidden masters who are not in these sects, there are at most twenty such guys..."
"Twenty is not enough?" Feng Zhong said, "I find that your tone is getting louder and louder."
Wang San glanced at him and asked, "How many days have we been in this world?"
"..." Feng Zhong was stunned for a moment. When he looked at Tong Shihong again, he had calmed down a lot. "It seems that he is just average."
"Compared to Brother Seven, he's just average." Wang San looked at Doug with infatuation in his eyes and muttered, "There has never been someone as awesome as Brother Seven in the simulation field before. I'm afraid he will have to go to the alien battlefield in the future."
"Yes!" Feng Zhong nodded in agreement. "I don't know who has cultivated such a brilliant person like Brother Qi. After this simulation, I'm afraid he will become famous..."
…
Qiu Muqian looked at the two people fighting with a face full of resentment. Feng Qi was so skilled, but he even used a sneak attack to beat her father. He really had no martial ethics at all!
So shameless!
At this moment, Qiu Muqian felt sad. She suddenly realized that she might not be able to rescue her father and take back the Iron Palm Gang in this lifetime.
…
"Wang San, what are you doing?"
Suddenly Doug shouted.
Tong Shihong shuddered subconsciously, revealing a flaw.
Doug swept his sword towards his shoulder, but he dodged and went behind Tong Shihong.
Stab from behind.
At such a close distance, Tong Shihong was completely unable to react as a long steel sword was already on his neck.
The cold sword tip was against Tong Shihong's throat, and Doug smiled slightly: "Master Tong, you lose."
It’s hard to guard against!
Sure enough, his attack from behind was much faster than from the front.
Tong Shihong sighed secretly, feeling the cold sword tip against his neck. He was suddenly stunned, as if he smelled a faint stench. His expression changed involuntarily: "Boss Feng, take the sword away, I lose!"
Finished!
Qiu Muqian closed her eyes in pain.
"Master Tong, I appreciate your kindness."
Duger took back his sword and took a step back with a smile. He was quite satisfied with the result of the comparison test. He defeated a first-class master without Wang San's assistance. Now, he was more confident in maintaining justice in the martial arts world.
(End of this chapter)