Tiger Guards

Chapter 11: Unhappy Retribution
The setting sun is nearby, and the mid-spring wind is already a little chilly.

Zhao Ji held the scabbard in each hand and danced with the sword. He needed to adapt to the amplification of the third level of breaking through obstacles.

The process of sword dancing is to practice the moves into instinct, and strengthening the body is only a basic function.

Warriors fight for their lives, and the winner is decided within two or three moves.

But if there is no need, who would be willing to risk their life?
In addition to the protection of armor and the cover of companions, they will also be disturbed and attacked by other enemies, so the fighting on the battlefield is often stalemate and ugly.

Therefore, when comrades compete, although there is no off-field interference, many ferocious killing moves cannot be used, and the process of winning is more complicated.

If I remember correctly, the full level of "Break Through Thorns" can increase damage by 64%. After some research, I found that this is not only an increase in attack power, but also the speed of sword drawing due to inertia.

This increase is comprehensive, and its actual power is still above 64%.

Even when fighting against someone you know well, a faster reaction means you can strike first or strike later and seize the initiative.

Strong explosive power means a decisive kill.

People don't have health bars.

There is no need to deplete the health bar. If someone cannot be killed in three moves, you probably won’t be able to kill him in twenty moves.

As long as it is not a one-on-many fight, or a fight with those veterans with insidious tactics, I will still have a great advantage in tomorrow's competition.

Thinking about his own strengths and weaknesses, Zhao Ji wiped the sword and pushed the blade back into the sheath.

A dozen people watched him practice swordplay. Wei Xing pondered for a long time and then asked, "How confident are you, Aji?"

"I don't know. I rarely fight with others, so I don't know my own strengths and weaknesses. For example, Brother Ziang, I feel that I am not as good as him, unless I fight to the death."

Zhao Ji hung up his sword, but saw Wei Xing rolling up his sleeves. Zhao Ji also wanted to try again, and he was not afraid of Wei Xing, so he took off his sword and threw it to Yang Ji who was nearby.

Yang Ji raised his hand and caught the sword steadily. Seeing more than a dozen people looking at him, he secretly straightened his chest, and even his breathing seemed to be more powerful.

Wei Xing didn't believe Zhao Ji's explanation at all. Living in the mountains, there were limited prey, even berries and herbs.

Mountain people also herd livestock. If there is no strong relationship between them, they will never reason with you if they can beat you away.

If it wasn't necessary, Wei Xing would take his friends out hunting only near the foot of the mountain and would never go into the deep mountains to cause trouble.

The people of Jishan dared to ambush the Xiongnu cavalry who entered the mountains.

Zhao Ji, who was able to sneak into Jishan, was seen as a red-blooded figure in the eyes of the young people in his hometown due to rumors.

There were doubts and contempt, but after Ruidan was accidentally kicked to death by a horse's hoof, everyone no longer had any doubts.

With such a powerful partner by your side, everyone has a greater chance of survival and prosperity.

Zhao Ji rolled up his sleeves and followed Wei Xing as he walked toward the open space. "Brother Zi'ang, do you want to have a fistfight?"

"As for fists and kicks, weapons can easily cause accidental injuries, which is not conducive to tomorrow's competition."

As Wei Xing spoke, he assumed a fighting stance, squatting with his arms outstretched, and stared directly at Zhao Ji.

At this time, Hu Ban, Pei Xiu and Guan Qiu Xing, who heard the news, were also called out by Guan Shang and came closer to watch.

Seeing that it was just a bare-handed fight, he was no longer worried.

Zhao Ji hesitated slightly, fearing that Wei Xing would lose face if he defeated him within three moves.

At this time, Pei Xiu spoke up: "Aji, you have been in Jishan for a long time, and outsiders don't know your abilities. You must cherish this opportunity. Ziang is a man of honor, and he is not someone who can't afford to lose."

Wei Xing also spoke up, "It would be best if we could settle the score sooner rather than later. It's just a bare-handed fight. I'm the best at riding, and my archery and cavalry skills are far superior to yours. It's understandable that I'd lose to you in boxing, kicking, and archery."

"Then I will do my best. Brother Ziang, please bear with me."

As Zhao Ji spoke, he stepped forward and threw a swift jab. Wei Xing swung his right fist to deflect it, but when their hands and arms collided, Zhao Ji's fist had already left Wei Xing's chest.

Wei Xing was surprised and instinctively moved back to increase the distance between them. Then he looked at Zhao Ji carefully: "Aji, your punches are really fast."

If the fist is fast, then the sword will also be fast.

Finding out Zhao Ji's background is not only Wei Xing's personal interest, but also a necessary part of team assignment.

Most of the recruits knew each other, and they had a basic consensus on their personalities, skills, and talents.

Zhao Ji is an isolated person and is a notorious rebellious son at home. Only by figuring out Zhao Ji's martial arts ability and true value can the team avoid misjudgment.

Ignoring Wei Xing's praise, Zhao Ji simply rubbed the painful area on the inside of his right arm. Then he looked at Wei Xing seriously, as if he were a skeleton.

In hand-to-hand combat, various joint techniques are the real magic moves.

You can attack faster and perform joint techniques before the opponent reacts.

Just now, Zhao Ji took the initiative to test the waters, and now it is Wei Xing's turn to take action.

He shouted, stepped forward, and started punching.

Wei Xing was the most muscular, with a thick frame, long arms and broad arms.

Zhao Ji raised his left fist and hit Wei Xing's wrist with the back of his hand. Then Wei Xing threw another punch, which was deflected by Zhao Ji's right arm.

Almost at the same time, Wei Xing stopped right and pushed the ground with his left leg, then raised his leg and struck with his left knee. Zhao Ji pressed down with both fists to block the impact.

Wei Xing's knee strike failed, and when his left foot landed, he swung his arms to hit Zhao Ji's head.

Zhao Ben wanted to hit Wei Xing's nose with his forehead, but he felt that it would be bad to see blood, so he swung his right elbow forward, intending to elbow him and then create some distance between them.

Unexpectedly, after Wei Xing failed in his knee strike, he did not retreat, but instead launched a series of fierce moves, and was immediately hit hard on the chin by Zhao Ji's raised right fist.

The intense pain, like a punch from Shenglong, exceeded Wei Xing's physiological limit and he fainted immediately.

But he did not stop the punch with both arms. In a flash, Zhao Ji raised his right elbow slightly and blocked the opponent's left fist with his arm.

However, Wei Xing's right fist hit Zhao Ji's left cheek, which was also a solid punch. Zhao Ji's head tilted uncontrollably to the right.

His vision suddenly shook, and Zhao Ji turned around to see Wei Xing stop moving, standing in front of him and slowly falling to the side.

Watching Wei Xing's body swaying again and again in an attempt to maintain balance as he was about to fall over, he finally fell towards Zhao Ji's left hand. When Zhao Ji reached out to support him, he felt a burning pain on his cheek.

"Zi'ang!"

Pei Xiu exclaimed, and seeing that Zhao Ji was also unable to support himself, Pei Xiu immediately rushed to Zhao Ji's left side to support Wei Xing.

Zhao Ji felt his chin was hot and wet. He stopped supporting Wei Xing with his right hand, raised it and touched his chin, and saw bright red blood.

Pei Xiu looked up and saw that Zhao Ji's left cheek was broken. He was immediately shocked, and two people ran over to help Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji wanted to tilt his head and pretend to be dizzy, but he didn't want to use this little trick.

With the help of several people, he stepped back a few steps to create some distance, reached out and touched the blood on his chin, turned his head and asked, "How is the wound?"

When I was asking questions, I felt more obvious pain in my cheeks.

Yang Ji looked at the wound before answering, "It's just a cut like a fishbone, not deep!"

Zhao Ji wiped his chin again, estimated the amount of bleeding, and guessed that there were small arteries in the wound.

He took a few steps back and saw Yang Ji was about to put pressure on the wound. Zhao Ji quickly raised his hand to push away Yang Ji's black claws: "Don't touch it, go boil some water."

"Boiling water? Oh, I'll do it right away."

Yang Ji turned around and went to knock Wei Xing out with one punch, or even kill him. Yang Ji wanted to hug Zhao Ji's boots and kiss him.

Zhao Ji's left arm was supported by another person. He stood there and watched Pei Xiu slap Wei Xing's cheek, but Wei Xing did not wake up for a long time.

Pei Xiu quickly reacted, stood up and said to his attendants, "Hurry up and take Zi'ang to rest."

After calming down a bit, Pei Xiu walked over to Zhao Ji and saw the blood dripping from his chin. He said with a hint of regret, "I shouldn't have agreed to Zi'ang. He's ruthless and has a wild personality. Luckily, Aji knocked him out, otherwise you two would have been seriously injured."

But Zhao Ji did not rush to answer. His eyes were always on Wei Xing. He saw that he was wearing a slender, gold ring like a golden ring between his right fingers.

Only now did he realize some other smells. If he had known earlier, he would not have held back and would have smashed Wei Xing's nose with his head, and he would not have been injured and bleeding.

Zhao Ji felt the blood stop dripping from his chin and said, "Seventh Brother, Wei Ziang's punch was so powerful that I feel dizzy. I need to take a break."

"Ashan, take Aji to rest."

Pei Xiu turned around and instructed a young man, "Give my fine felt to Aji."

After that, he looked at Zhao Ji again and said, "Aji, just take a rest. When Ziang wakes up, I'll have him apologize to Aji."

"Seventh Brother, he is a man who values his reputation. Let's just leave it at that. If you really feel bad about it, Seventh Brother will come forward and get us a sheep to eat."

(End of this chapter)