Water Margin: I am Zhu Biao

Chapter 92 Bloodshed is the whetstone

Lunch was prepared entirely by Wuhan University.

The meal consisted of hearty flatbread, thick meat broth, and two side dishes.

It wasn't fancy, but it tasted great, and everyone raved about it.

Zhu Biao rubbed his belly until it was full, and on the spot, he decided that before setting up camp at Huchoujian, Wu Da would be in charge of all three meals a day for everyone.

Upon hearing this, Wu Da, this simple and honest man, not only did not show any reluctance, but was so moved that he burst into tears on the spot.

He had a hard life in his early years, and was timid and simple-minded.

Having inexplicably arrived in a completely unfamiliar place, living under the roof of others, even though his brothers and wife were by his side, he still felt fear and unease.

I'm used to the hardships and exhaustion at Wuhan University, and I'm willing to put in the effort, only afraid that I'm useless.

After the meal, after a short rest, Zhu Biao hurriedly pulled Lin Chong and Wu Song straight to the training ground.

To be truly effective, one must first be strong oneself; becoming stronger is something that cannot be delayed for even a moment.

The first training subject was not fists or spears, but horseback archery, and he practiced with Wu Song.

Zhu Biao shot, and he dodged.

Of course, it wasn't intentional to make things difficult. Wu Song was born with superhuman strength and sharp fists and feet, but he had only practiced the martial arts style and needed to get used to real battle tactics.

call out!

A moment later, Zhu Biao spurred his horse and galloped away, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow thirty paces away.

Do!

Wu Song raised his shield in time, easily blocking the headless arrow, and even peeked out with a smile.

"Sanlang! This arrow is too soft!"

call out!

Before he could finish speaking, another arrow came straight at his face.

Do!

Wu Song was shocked and hurriedly ducked and raised his shield, barely managing to block the arrow.

hiss!

However, the next moment, he felt a sudden stab in his calf, and his body involuntarily staggered.

Da Da Da~

Just then, Zhu Biao spurred his horse past him, and with a sweep of his turbaned wooden spear, Wu Song, despite his best efforts to dodge, was still grazed on the arm.

If it were real arrows and guns, he would have already lost an arm and a leg by now.

"Wu Er! When fighting archer cavalry, try to protect your entire body and listen carefully to the sound of hooves."

Zhu Biao gripped the reins but remained silent. Luan Tingyu, standing on the sidelines, shouted for him.

"Also, always keep an eye on what's behind you. Remember, horses are much faster than people!"

"Understood! Thank you for your guidance, Master Luan!"

Wu Song rubbed his calf that had been hit by the arrow and his arm that had been grazed, showing no anger. Instead, he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"Saburo! Come again!"

"Okay! Second brother, be careful!"

At this moment, Zhu Biao turned his horse around and, imitating Pang Qiutang's way of holding arrows, tucked three arrows into his hand in one go.

"Hey~ This is my Pang family's rapid-fire arrow; this big oaf is probably in for a lot of trouble!"

Pang Qiutang, who was watching from the sidelines, burst into laughter when she saw Zhu Biao unleash her signature move.

Da Da Da~

In the arena, Tan Tou began carrying Zhu Biao on his back, jogging around in circles. When he reached Wu Song's side, he suddenly drew his bow and quickly shot an arrow.

Do!

Wu Song raised his shield to block, while simultaneously crouching behind it, listening intently, his body spinning rapidly with the horse's hooves.

Do!

In the next instant, he swung his shield to the side and blocked the second arrow in the nick of time.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, his exposed right chest suddenly went numb; he had been hit by an arrow.

"Good shot!"

Luan Tingyu, Lin Chong, Instructor Zhang, and Pang Qiutang all cheered, and even Wu Song, who was wincing in pain, sincerely praised them.

"Sanlang is good at archery!"

"Second Brother, what excellent footwork!"

At this point, Zhu Biao's fingers were burning with pain, so he quickly stopped while he was still feeling better.

To be honest, he was also very alarmed.

As expected of a ruthless man who could fight a tiger with his bare hands, Wu Song's talent is astonishing. At this rate, within half a month at most, my archery skills will no longer be a threat to him.

Da Da Da~

At this moment, Hu Sanniang rode a chestnut horse galloping from the direction of the stable. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her complexion was not good.

She felt neglected and slighted by Zhu Biao.

Last night, she stayed overnight at the Zhu family's house, but when Zhu Biao woke up, he didn't go to look for her at all, and didn't even call her for lunch.

Herod!

However, upon seeing the red horse, Charcoal got excited, wagging its tail and snorting.

This red horse is called Rouge. It is a mare, and like Charcoal Head, it is a Khitan warhorse. It was also bought by Zhu Chaofeng as part of the betrothal gifts for his future daughter-in-law.

After traveling about ten feet, Hu Sanniang dismounted.

"Zhu Laosan, you're practicing martial arts much more diligently now than before."

Charcoal Head tried to move forward, but Zhu Biao stopped him, saying indifferently.

"Third Sister, you haven't returned to the Hu family yet."

Upon hearing this, Hu Sanniang's suppressed anger was instantly ignited.

"Are you chasing me away?"

As the master spoke, Rouge looked over curiously with her big, wet eyes. Charcoal Head immediately struggled against the reins in a wronged manner, but Zhu Biao held on tightly.

"Third Sister, you're overthinking it. I slept until noon and thought you had already left."

His tone was flat, which only fueled Hu Sanniang's anger.

Her brows furrowed suddenly, and her chest heaved, but then quickly returned to its normal position.

"Hey, Third Brother Zhu, it's been a while since we've sparred. I heard your martial arts have improved a lot lately. How about we have a match?"

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Zhu Biao didn't answer immediately, but instead cast a meaningful glance at her. Hu Sanniang rolled her eyes at him and slightly raised her chin.

She misunderstood, thinking that Zhu Biao had chickened out and didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates, which was why he was giving her subtle winks.

They fought many times after they grew up, and Zhu Biao lost nine out of ten battles, at least a few months ago.

"Immediately? Or on foot?"

Unexpectedly, she had only raised her chin half an inch and hadn't even fully assumed the bridge-like posture when she heard Zhu Biao say in a deep voice.

Hu Sanniang's pretty face suddenly flushed red. She glared at Zhu Biao resentfully and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine, Zhu Laosan, you asked for this!"

A moment later, Zhu Biao, holding a seven-foot-long wooden spear with a covered head, stood with his legs slightly bent, neither too far forward nor too backward, in a "searching for snakes in the grass" stance.

"Third Sister, I'm so sorry for offending you!"

"Enough talk! Take this!"

Zhu Biao's serious, stern, and slightly disdainful attitude completely enraged Hu Sanniang, who raised two wooden swords and swung them at her head.

Her knife skills were very sophisticated, both ruthless and fast; however, Zhu Biao's spear was even faster.

With a flick of his wrist, his spear shot straight at Hu Sanniang's center like a venomous snake, forcing her to step back and defend herself.

when!

The swords and spears clashed, producing a muffled thud.

Hu Sanniang took a step back, and Zhu Biao also took a step back. On the sidelines, Lin Chong and Luan Tingyu exchanged a tacit glance and smiled silently.

Both of them were experts in martial arts and could determine the winner with just one move.

Dual swords against a long spear, the only way to win is with one word:

Enter!

However, not only was Hu Sanniang forced back in one move, but Zhu Biao even had the strength to further widen the gap between them, and was already in an invincible position.

"Indeed, there has been a significant increase!"

Hu Sanniang gritted her teeth and lunged forward again, grabbing the knife.

Actually, she was also shocked, vaguely realizing that Zhu Biao had been completely transformed and was no longer the weakling she could easily manipulate.

However, she was now in a difficult position. If she were to admit defeat and give up, she would lose all face.

when!

Zhu Biao flicked the tip of his spear to the left, deflecting her slashing front-hand knife.

when!

He swung his spear back again to block her slashing backhand blade.

Immediately, he took a half step forward, and at the same time, his spear suddenly sank downward, stabbing straight into Hu Sanniang's lower abdomen.

"snort!"

Hu Sanniang snorted coldly, crossed her twin swords and pressed down, trying to entangle the spearhead, but unexpectedly this fierce thrust was a feint.

Ugh!

Just as the spearhead was about to be caught by the double blades, it suddenly spun around and lashed out at her ribs like a long whip.

This sudden change of tactics caught Hu Sanniang off guard. Despite her best efforts to dodge, she was still hit.

Snapped!

The force wasn't great, but the sound was loud, more like a slap across her face.

In an instant, Hu Sanniang seemed to be frozen in place, her mind went blank, and she stood there motionless.

"Is Third Sister alright?"

Zhu Biao threw the wooden spear to Zhu San, took two steps forward, took the wooden knife from Hu Sanniang's hand, and helped her up.

At this moment, Hu Sanniang seemed to wake from a dream and stared blankly at him.

"How much force did you use just now?"

"I used my full strength, but I suddenly switched to a new method I learned from outside. You weren't on guard and that's how you fell for it."

"real?"

"Yes, really."

Seeing that she was trembling all over and her eyes were red, Zhu Biao told a white lie and gave her a way out.

The truth is, he didn't even use 60% of his strength. Having killed people and seen blood, his marksmanship and especially his mentality had already undergone a subtle but qualitative change.

When they were sparring, it was like kids playing house.

Watching Hu Sanniang's swift and fierce swordsmanship, it seemed as if it were in slow motion, making her feel so calm that it felt unreal.

Indeed, bloody battles are the best whetstone.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, Zhu Biao reached out a hand, pretending to check her ribs.

"Is there any bone injury? Should we take you to the clinic?"

"No, it's nothing."

Hu Sanniang's pretty face suddenly flushed red, and she said somewhat flusteredly.

"I'm going home now, I'll come find you another day."

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