The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

"Captain Zhang, my only ability lies in this steel spear. Can I use it?"

Hong Laosi called the homemade steel spear a steel gun and weighed it in his hand with some hesitation. It was not because he was afraid of hurting Zhang Su, but he felt that he was using a weapon while the other party was unarmed, which was not respectful enough.

"Of course you can, and you must use your most ferocious and fierce moves to attack me. I can tell at a glance whether you are letting me win or not. Come on, Captain Shen and the others are waiting, let's not waste time!"

"Okay, be careful with that Chief."

It was not an open competition, so it was not so long-winded. Hong Laosi rushed towards Zhang Su with a steel spear in his hand, his eyes full of seriousness. In his heart, the greatest respect is seriousness. He knew very well that with his level, it would be difficult to hurt the other party...

The steel spear in his hand is like a dragon emerging from a cave, strong and powerful, steady and swift. With a flick of his wrist, the spear body makes a whistling sound, the spear tip turns into a phantom, and the attack is unpredictable!

There was quite a commotion at Wangshan B&B, which not only attracted Wang Zhetao upstairs, but also the eleven members of the Southern Alliance who were hanging out outside.

Originally, Huo Jingang adhered to the principle of not looking around randomly and did not recommend everyone to come over to watch the fun, but when they learned that a duel was going on, they became interested and crowded into the yard to watch.

Fortunately, as the first B&B in Tianma Island B&B area, Wangshan B&B covers a large area and has a large enough yard. If it were the Maple Leaf B&B where Ju Wuying lived, it would have been a bit crowded.

Zhang Su knew that people from the Southern Alliance were watching, but he not only didn't care, he was very happy about it, because this was exactly the effect he wanted!

"Hey, ha... hum."

Facing Hong Laosi's attack, Zhang Su did not choose to attack. With the help of Bai Wu, he lowered his head, tilted his shoulders, bent his waist, and moved sideways...

They were all small-range dodging, with no head-on confrontation at all. The steel spear whistled in his ears with strong winds, and after only ten or so moves, he could see Hong Laosi's true level.

The use of force, control of direction, and timing of attack are all exquisite.

There are probably less than three people in the entire camp who can use long weapons to such an extent, unless there are hidden masters!

However, in the eyes of others, Hong Laosi is extremely clumsy...

Under the dim light, Hong Laosi, dressed in dishevel, was desperately waving his steel spear, but it seemed like he was fighting a shadow!

"Brother Hong didn't eat enough tonight, right? He was quite energetic last night, but he seems quite weak today. He danced for a long time but couldn't even touch the corner of Brother Su's clothes..."

"Are you talking with your mouth? It sounds like you're farting! Have you forgotten the battle this afternoon? That monster is obviously faster than Lao Hong. Did it touch the corner of Chief Zhang's clothes?"

"Ah, that's right... Brother Su should have maxed out his dodge attribute!"

"Too strong, I wish I could be that strong!"

Wang Zhetao, who was standing in the corner watching the duel, had bright eyes. He imagined himself as Zhang Su in the field. He fantasized that if he had such fighting power, wouldn't he be able to get whatever he wanted from all the beauties in the camp?

When I think of beautiful places, the corners of my mouth can't help but curl up. I yearn for them but lack the motivation to act. It's a very contradictory mentality.

To let those middle-aged guys know Wang Zhetao’s thoughts, they have to praise him, saying that young men are full of energy.

Spears were flying in the yard. Hong Laosi was very serious at the beginning, but as the fight went on, he became a little discouraged. He tried so hard for such a long time but couldn't even hit a hair. Was there any point in continuing to fight?

However, just as he was thinking about whether it made sense, the figure that was flying like a butterfly in the spear shadow suddenly flashed, and then with a bang, the steel spear in his hand was stuck as if it was welded, and a huge recoil force was transmitted to his hand, causing pain in the base of the thumb and numbness in the palm!

"it is good!"

Someone in the Confederate crowd couldn't help but shout "Great!", but suddenly felt that the occasion was not right. Then he found that no one was paying attention to him and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hong Laosi was not surprised that the opponent was able to grab his weapon, because he was able to dodge so easily. He was not on the same level as him in terms of combat awareness. His insight and eyesight were very strong, but was his strength also that great?

The steel spear was held motionless by the opponent. Hong Laosi was unwilling to admit defeat. He shouted and exerted force suddenly. The spear shaft shook, but the amplitude was not large...

"what!"

Hong Laosi pushed the ground with his feet and jumped up, trying to use the impact force and weight of his body to pry Zhang Su away.

Whoosh, whoosh.

This time, Zhang Su did not use brute force to fight back, but chose a clever method, similar to Tai Chi, using the power of Hong Laosi to swing the steel spear!

Hong Laosi, who was holding the steel spear tightly in the air, turned around like a human-shaped kite, which was particularly funny.

"Hey."

Zhang Su threw the steel spear in his hand, allowing Hong Laosi to return to his previous position. He used clever strength to allow the opponent to land smoothly.

The two sides are just having a friendly competition, or a test. There is no need to make the other side fall down and make a fool of themselves in front of everyone.

When Hong Lao Si stood still, Zhang Su squeezed his palms and said, "The power and accuracy are good. Old Duan still has good vision!"

This is equivalent to acknowledging Hong Laosi's fighting ability.

really?

Zhang Su's comments left Shen Linrui and the others a little confused.

Because in their opinion, Hong Laosi had been attacking fiercely, but unfortunately he didn't cause any damage. That was fine, but in the end, Zhang Su caught his weapon and threw it back to him. That's it, isn't it?

Soon everyone came to their senses. Judging from the comparison between the levels of Kung Fu, they might not be able to see through it at all. It is very likely that their level is too low. The smart choice is to trust the judgment of experts. But just when the eight people secretly agreed with Zhang Su's point of view, the other party suddenly changed the subject.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"But... Lao Hong, your moves are too rigid. You may have been training with the moves in the book for a long time, but you haven't completely mastered them. There is no problem using them to deal with zombies. Some advanced force-using techniques are very clever and can help you consume as little energy as possible, which is more beneficial for long-term battles. They are worth learning!

But if you use it against humans, it won't work. Some experienced people can survive two or three rounds of attack and find flaws in your attack, especially some old fools, who will make you suffer a great loss! You need to use your moves more flexibly."

When talking about Lao Liu, the figure of Pang Dakun emerged involuntarily in Zhang Su's mind. If they competed in killing zombies with cold weapons, neither of the two Pang Dakuns could catch up with Hong Lao Si, but if the two were to fight to the death, Pang Dakun would definitely be the one standing in the end, although he is now lying in bed recuperating from his injuries!

"Rigid, flexible..."

These words may seem ordinary, but it depends on who says them to whom. At this moment, when Zhang Su said them to Hong Laosi, Hong Laosi felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened. He even forgot to respond and fell into his own world, muttering to himself.

"Well, it's good to have some understanding..." Zhang Su stopped caring about Hong Laosi and looked at Shen Linrui: "Captain Shen, where is Lightning?"

"Lightning is playing with luck..."

Speaking of lightning, Shen Linrui rubbed his head helplessly. The little guy has a new friend and ignores him.

"Well, let's get down to business. Since you have chosen to stay in Tianma Island, I assume you have accepted my invitation, right?"

"Yes, we have discussed it and unanimously decided to join Tianma Island."

Speaking of this, Shen Linrui and eight other people stepped forward and stood in a row, responding to Zhang Su's question very formally.

"I welcome you all to join us. Accommodation will be arranged for you. You can choose any of the villages one, two, or three. As I said just now, our Tianma Island fighters are divided into three levels. The first level is the Yanluo Corps led by me. The threshold is not only combat power, but also involves many other aspects. You don't need to consider it for now."

The eight people nodded one after another. This was human nature. They themselves did not have any extraordinary abilities, so it was impossible for them to get a promotion by going to a bigger camp.

"Below are the Elite Corps and the Reserve Corps. You came at the right time. We have just divided the teams, but the training has not officially started yet. It won't be abrupt to join the team now. As for how to divide them, it depends on your respective abilities... Yes, Lao Hong, you can join the Elite Corps and serve as an instructor!"

As Zhang Su was speaking, he saw that Hong Laosi had come to his senses and was listening carefully, so he told him the arrangements.