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Ye Zheng used the rod like a spear and stabbed it into Wei Lianmu's lower abdomen, but he was stopped by a grab on the staff head and the weapon was broken into two.

Ye Zheng jumped to the side, only to realize that he was holding onto a two feet long broken rod.

"Good pole skill!"

Ye Zheng praised loudly.

Ye Zheng's praise came from the bottom of his heart, but Wei Lianmu's face suddenly turned red. This method of grabbing the tip of the rod and breaking the rod, actually wasn't even considered a pole technique anymore.

However, Ye Zheng did not think that way: A winning pole art is a good pole art, why must you be so restrained to small details?

In his eyes, even if Wei Lianmu shot out a hidden weapon from the rod, she would not scold her angrily.

Wei Lianmu's hands were still holding onto the long rod in the middle, using both ends to attack frequently.

At this time, Ye Zheng was only holding onto a short rod.

The staff broke, causing the attacking range to be greatly reduced. However, when he used the short staff with one hand, his agility was increased. For a time, the two of them fought back and forth, inseparable.

Wei Lianmu's face became more and more gloomy: I can't believe I can't get my hands on a mere short rod to deal with Ye Zheng, how can I explain this to the Grandmaster?

He was a little agitated and angry in his heart, and the range of his attack was getting larger and larger.

In terms of pole techniques, Wei Lianmu was superior.

However, Ye Zheng had another huge advantage: his imagination.

He suddenly took a step back and used the short stick in his hand like a short spear. He threw it towards the opponent with a sharp momentum.

The instant Wei Lianmu pushed away the short rod, Ye Zheng took a step forward with his left leg and fiercely kicked his right leg upwards.

Wei Lianmu couldn't dodge in time, so she grabbed the rod with both hands and held it horizontally in front of her chest, wanting to use the rod to block Ye Zheng's calves.

"Crack!"

With a sound, Wei Lianmu's pole broke from the middle, he jumped out of the circle, each of his hands holding onto a pole.

He opened up a "Double Rod".

the position.

Ye Zheng knew, "Double Staff"

It was a unique martial art in Southeast Asia. This foreigner was obviously very well-trained and was not only proficient in the martial arts of his own country.

"Weapon?"

The bartender indicated that Ye Zheng could choose another apparatus from the wall.

"No need."

Ye Zheng then moved into a fighting stance with his bare hands.

Wei Lianmu's twin rods swept over like a gale, the wind tearing through the air as it let out "sou sou" sounds.

The sound of wind.

Ye Zheng went forward to meet it, and his hands unexpectedly inserted into the pole shadows at lightning speed.

The bartender's eyes revealed a look of shock. If Ye Zheng's attack did not hit, his hand would probably be broken.

The attack from the twin sticks had actually stopped!

Ye Zheng's two hands accurately grabbed onto the tip of the twin staff, as if he was grabbing onto the seven inches of a venomous snake.

Just like that, the two of them stood there in a deadlock.

Wei Lianmu was startled for a moment, then suddenly let go of the rod and retreated to the side.

"I thought you were going to kick me in the stomach."

Ye Zheng said, "Then we will fight with bare hands for a few more rounds."

"Then I'll become a stubborn hoodlum."

Wei Lianmu spoke in a magnanimous manner, "Since you are able to grab onto my twin rods, then, your skills and agility are above mine.

"I'm quite familiar with the short stick technique. It can predict the movement of the rod, that's all."

Ye Zheng was not lying.

Wei Lianmu bowed to him and did not reply. She turned and walked out of the hidden door.

"It's the final battle."

Ye Zheng said to the bartender, "If I still win, the Grandmaster should see me."

"Great Grandmaster keeps his promise."

The Bartender smiled and nodded. "However, whether or not he sees you depends on your performance. It's worth a look."

Ye Zheng laughed out loud: "I understand, even if I win, he would probably say that I did not win pretty enough, and rush off the boat. This kind of trick is really too laughable! "

"Please don't say anymore. Great Grandmaster is a person worthy of respect."

The Bartender looked displeased.

The hidden door opened again, and a woman came out.

She wore a white mask with a ponytail. She wore a pair of tightly fitting black pants, perfectly accentuating her slender body. Her walking posture was both agile and powerful, as well as elegant and beautiful.

Ye Zheng's heart was beating intensely, and he probed: "Gao Xiaowen?"

"Wrong person."

The woman's voice was ice-cold and slightly hoarse.

Gao Xiaowen's voice was also very cold, but it definitely wasn't like that.

"Sound can be faked."

Ye Zheng said.

The woman sneered and took off the white mask.

Ye Zheng was disappointed to see that although this woman was pretty, she was definitely not Gao Xiaowen.

"Satisfied?"

The woman tossed the white mask aside.

Ye Zheng let out a long sigh. I thought you were a friend of mine. "

"Yu Luocha."

The woman introduced herself.

"I thought he was a character in a martial arts novel."

Ye Zheng nodded and asked: "Weapon?"

Yu Luocha did not reply. Instead, she stretched out her arm and crossed it over her chest. Each of her forearms were bound with a unique device, and with a "cha-cha" sound, she placed it on top of her chest.

The two of them astonishingly brandished two sharp blades that were more than a foot long.

Ye Zheng's expression became serious: There is a saying in martial arts: One inch short, one inch dangerous. If Yu Luocha uses a weapon like a wrist blade, her moves must be quick, bold, and even very crazy.

What was even more frightening was that it was different from a battle of pole techniques. Once hit by a sharp weapon, one would definitely be injured or even lose their life.

"Choose your weapon?"

Yu Luocha said.

Yu Luocha thought that Ye Zheng would choose to use a long sword or spear to control the distance between them to deal with the blade on his wrist.

However, Ye Zheng did not go to the wall to retrieve his weapon. Instead, he confidently extended his hands out.

"To enter the white blade empty-handed."

Ye Zheng said.

"You are courting death."

Yu Luocha said with an ice-cold tone.

The bartender was clearly a little nervous as he suggested to Ye Zheng: "According to the rules, you can choose any weapon, even if it's a hidden weapon."

"Then can I just use AK directly? Is there one here? "

Ye Zheng mocked.

"I will give you a quick death."

Yu Luocha's words were filled with coldness.

She took a stance, ready for a surprise attack.

Ye Zheng smiled, his feet stretched apart, his hands lightly held in front of his body.

Yu Luocha suddenly leaped up, her two hands stretched out in front, her agile body was like a swimming dragon, looking down at Ye Zheng from above, a pair of sharp wrist blades glinting with a biting cold light, their target was Ye Zheng's chest.

According to the knowledge of the warriors, "wrist blade"

This kind of short weapon would definitely follow a complicated and nimble route.

However, Yu Luocha chose to return to basics!

No one could describe the speed or power of this strike. In an instant, the sharp blade on his wrist had already touched Ye Zheng's chest.

Just as Ye Zheng's chest was about to be pierced, at this moment, Yu Luocha's strength and accuracy was unexpectedly slightly off.

Fighters at her level shouldn't have made this kind of mistake!

Ye Zheng extended both of his hands out and grabbed onto both of Yu Luocha's forearms.

When Yu Luocha wanted to use more strength, she was unable to continue.

"Enough?"

Ye Zheng's tone was surprisingly warm.