Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 423 Close your eyes

Fan techniques belong to the Qimen weapons, and there is also a set of White Crane Fan Techniques in the teaching box. Yang Yiyi also has a crane feather fan given by the crane demon in her arms. But it is very difficult to master this skill, which is not as simple and crude as fists, so she doesn't know how to use this weapon at all.

There is absolutely no psychological expectation for fan techniques. It is not like guarding against swords and knives where one has to infer the pattern and each move is unexpected.

At this time, the Soft Hedgehog Skill was completely useless and it was too late to dodge. Yang Yiyi gritted her teeth and started to use the Ultimate Vajra Skill.

There was a flash of golden light on the skin. Jiao Wenlong's iron fan had indeed hit the acupuncture point, but at the moment of hitting, there was a crisp sound like the collision of metal. The internal force that was used to try to block the meridians in Yang Yiyi's arm was completely unable to penetrate.

It's like there's a drone flying next to a thick-skinned tank. The tank's main gun can't hit you, but the damage you can do to the tank is just scratching the surface.

Not only did it not have much effect, the recoil force made Jiao Wenlong's wrist numb and he almost couldn't hold the fan.

From the first two matches, Jiao Wenlong saw that Yang Yiyi was good at horizontal training kung fu, but he didn't expect that she had practiced to this level.

Again, Yang Yiyi's appearance is too deceptive. She looks like a cute little girl, but she is actually like a strong man who is eight feet tall and can run a horse with his fists full of kung fu.

As the saying goes, one wrong move leads to all wrong steps. Jiao Wenlong quickly changed to holding the fan to give his right hand some time to relax.

Yang Yiyi also realized that since the other party had weapons, she was at a great disadvantage fighting with bare hands.

So she stretched her hands back and pulled out two steel maces.

The audience even started betting on what weapon Yang Yiyi was carrying on her back.

Some said it was a pair of swords, some said it was a pair of knives, but it was not until the moment she pulled them out that everyone realized that their guesses were too conservative.

It is no exaggeration to say that the steel mace made of HB400 rebar is the heaviest weapon among heavy weapons, not to mention that it can be dual-wielded. If it were given to Jiao Wenlong, he might not be able to lift it.

When Jiao Wenlong saw Yang Yiyi draw out her double maces, he felt his right eyelid twitching and he quickly took a step back.

The heavy rebar swept past my eyes with a terrible whistling sound. The wind pressure alone made the skin on my face sting. If I was hit by it, if I just broke a bone, it would be a blessing from God.

This thing is not a weapon that should be used by martial artists. It is usually used in military battles on the battlefield, and only by powerful generals who can defeat a hundred enemies at once. Even ordinary soldiers cannot use this thing.

When it comes to fighting on the battlefield, the judges' seats below the ring are all generals in the army.

Originally, they were not very interested in the fighting among the martial artists, but when they saw Yang Yiyi draw out her double maces, their eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

Especially when he saw Yang Yiyi wielding the double maces in the style of the Flying Swords, opening and closing them with an unstoppable momentum, he couldn't help but have a heated discussion with the people around him.

If this man were put on the battlefield, he would be a very brave general!

Yang Yiyi has a simple personality and is not good at unpredictable tactics. She prefers to be straightforward. When she lived in Li Yingluo's house, she would go next door from time to time to practice with Zheng Yinping.

Zheng Yinping is from a real military family, and the guests who come to her home are all generals in the army. Over time, Yang Yiyi's style seems to be more suitable for the army, rather than wandering the world.

Jiao Wenlong's fan technique was a surprise success, but Yang Yiyi's attack with two maces was also very unexpected, especially the strong wind that was stirred up every time the heavy steel mace was swung, which almost made Jiao Wenlong lose his balance.

The reason why he was not beaten down was purely because of his high speed brought by his high body movement attributes, and he managed to deal with Yang Yiyi on the stage by relying on his lightness skills.

He probably initially thought that Yang Yiyi was strong enough but her endurance would definitely not last. As long as he continued to pester her, he would be able to consume a lot of Yang Yiyi's physical strength. When she could no longer swing the steel mace, it would be his chance.

So the court entered garbage time, one wielding two maces like a mad tiger and chasing, the other jumping continuously and dodging as nimbly as a flea.

The audience was quite excited at first, but soon found that they had been in this state for nearly a quarter of an hour, and it looked like it would continue. But if they turned around to look at other arenas, they would feel like they had lost 100 million if they missed something.

The audience was just confused, and Jiao Wenlong almost vomited blood.

He was so fast because of his superb physical skills and his long-lasting internal strength, and was good at fighting a protracted battle. Although Yang Yiyi's physical skills were not as good as his, her physical strength was simply a bottomless pit.

Let's be reasonable. Those were two steel maces made of rebar. After swinging them for a quarter of an hour, Yang Yiyi's face only turned a little red. She couldn't even be said to be tired. She could only be said to be radiant.

Wow, we’ve just finished warm-up exercises, right?

If he gritted his teeth, Jiao Wenlong could still hold on for another quarter of an hour, but holding on any longer would only delay time. He had no way to deal with Yang Yiyi. Looking at Yang Yiyi's condition, let alone another quarter of an hour, he might not be able to hold on for another hour.

By then, Jiao Wenlong would have no strength left to be caught up, and his defeat would be too embarrassing.

So Jiao Wenlong weighed the pros and cons and considered changing his tactics.

Yang Yiyi was the same as usual, still not thinking much, since I can't catch up with you, I will chase you and beat you up, let's see how long you can run.

Yang Yiyi realized this idea only after fighting with Qin Yan twice. In terms of lightness skills, she could not catch up with Qin Yan, but she didn't believe she could run away forever.

The same goes for dealing with Jiao Wenlong. They are both agile guys, and Jiao Wenlong's lightness skills are even not as good as Qin Yan's. It is actually easier for Yang Yiyi to chase him.

Even though these were three consecutive games, Yang Yiyi had only just begun to stretch her body. Not only was she not tired, she even felt a little excited.

Seeing Jiao Wenlong staying in the same place, she jumped over and swung her double maces to chop him down.

Jiao Wenlong stopped where he was just looking for an opportunity to exert his full strength. He didn't want to stay there and get beaten. Before the double maces could chop down, he jumped into the air like a dry onion, and just like at the beginning, he floated up like a paper airplane.

Yang Yiyi's double maces smashed onto the thick wooden board of the ring without reservation. After a terrible noise, the fist-thick wooden board was broken by Yang Yiyi.

She didn't want to use so much strength, and only after she made the move did she remember to show mercy. This blow basically flattened Jiao Wenlong, but fortunately Jiao Wenlong dodged it.

The move missed, and Yang Yiyi turned around to look at Jiao Wenlong above her head, only to see him taking out something from his arms, and with a flick of his wrist, some cold stars shot towards Yang Yiyi.

Yang Yiyi quickly swung her double maces, and there was a series of crisp clinking sounds, and several willow-leaf darts were knocked to the ground.

Jiao Wenlong's fighting style was like the kite-flying tactic used in playing games to fight bosses. He relied on his fast running speed and used hidden weapons to harass Yang Yiyi. Anyway, Yang Yiyi couldn't catch up with him.

Although it's a bit shameless, this is Jiao Wenlong's only way.

Yang Yiyi waved her double maces to block a few more times. Jiao Wenlong didn't know that Yang Yiyi was wearing a tiger-fur vest, so the power of the hidden weapon was not enough to break her defense. But he was always floating above her, so it was not easy to catch him.

After several attempts, Yang Yiyi became quite annoyed. She looked down at the willow leaf dart that had been knocked down, and suddenly she had an idea.

Jiao Wenlong didn't know that disaster was imminent and was still throwing willow-leaf darts, but he also saw Yang Yiyi suddenly drop her double maces and bend over.

Is she going to pick up a hidden weapon and shoot it back?
Jiao Wenlong still thought things were simple.

Yang Yiyi was seen grabbing the gap in the wooden board of the ring with both hands, exerting force from the end that she had broken, and pulling it hard.

Yang Yiyi pulled down the fist-thick wooden board. She raised the board, which was much longer than the oar, and swung it at Jiao Wenlong.

Jiao Wenlong's light function could stay in the air, but his speed was not fast. No matter how he dodged at this time, it was too late. It was like a huge fly being slapped down by a fly swatter, and he was directly slapped to the bottom of the ring.

——Dong
“Ohhh…!”

That sounds painful.

(End of this chapter)