The Real Battle Master

Five minutes!

Under Zhang Biao's crazy verbal assault, it had already been a full five minutes!

Five consecutive minutes of frantic running was a heavy burden for Chilie's build, especially while carrying a spear over four meters long.

The audience in the stands was completely numb.

They had come to watch a martial arts match, but it had turned into a marathon.

However, these two were genuinely fast, making even this marathon exceptionally exciting to watch.

Black Mountain Chilie's murderous aura had nearly spread to the audience. Though they couldn't hear what he was saying, he was clearly cursing up a storm.

Lost Biao up front was different, his expression as relaxed as if he were reciting poetry!

Emperor Jing now watched the performance in the arena with a calm expression.

He could tell that Zhang Biao's strategy was simply to exhaust his opponent's stamina early. Though it seemed somewhat unsportsmanlike, this match had no rules whatsoever, so naturally one could fight however they wanted, which was excellent!

Besides, would anyone follow rules in a real battlefield?

Emperor Jing was clearly very satisfied with this strategy, as were the military officials beside him.

But the civil officials were obviously getting impatient.

You had that incredible entrance, and when it comes to actual fighting, this is what you give us?

Even if you win, it won't be impressive, will it? What kind of fighting is this?

The fire rod looked quite good, but it could only fool people for a short while!

How long is Lost Biao planning to run? Does he really intend to exhaust Black Mountain Chilie to death?!

These Northern Rong people are also stupid enough, just blindly chasing. Wouldn't it be better to stand still and wait for him? Is their brain filled with water?

Paba's expression was now relaxed.

Though he didn't know why Chilie was chasing his opponent so intently, from what he could see, Zhang Biao clearly didn't want to face Chilie head-on.

This indicated that he lacked strength, despite all the fanfare at his entrance.

In the end, he was just a fancy pillow with no substance.

The host had now overcome his embarrassment and was getting into the groove.

"This marathon has been going on for half a cup of tea's time, but looking at Lost Biao's expression, he still seems completely at ease! As expected of someone who inherited the Carefree Wanderer's supreme skill, the Cloud Stepping Technique! Judging by his lip movements, he seems to be saying to Chilie, 'Can you even catch my afterimage?'"

"Chilie now has his brows tightly furrowed! He's breathing heavily, just as I predicted! The long spear has affected his performance, but now he's afraid to discard it and lose face, truly caught between a rock and a hard place!"

In the dust cloud, Zhang Biao was also getting tired, his mouth constantly gasping for breath.

His speed gradually began to slow as he subtly adjusted his angle to lead Chilie toward the broadsword!

Suddenly he hesitated, selling a vulnerability.

Seeing this, Chilie's heart leaped with joy as he raised his spear and threw it without hesitation!

A wave of gasps rose from the audience, and the next moment they saw the long spear firmly grasped in Zhang Biao's hand.

The spear was extremely long, easy to dodge and catch. If Chilie hadn't lost his wits, he would never have resorted to such a poor tactic.

Zhang Biao cradled the spear, placed it against his knee, and with a crack snapped it in two! He casually tossed half of it to the ground!

Holding the half with the spearhead, he looked at Chilie with contempt and said, "You actually attacked from behind! How despicable!"

Iron sword exchanged for a long spear, Chilie was now unarmed! The tables had turned!

The host shouted, "A sneak attack! What began as a battle of wits has devolved into a battle of brawn! Seeing his stamina failing, Chilie threw his spear in a fit of humiliated rage!"

"Judging by Lost Biao's contemptuous expression, he must be saying, 'Attacking from behind? How despicable!'"

"However, this match has no rules, so anything goes. Does Chilie's initiative mean the two will now officially clash?"

Chilie's bulging eyes widened even further!

I'm despicable? You shameless bastard!

"I'll kill you!!" In his extreme anger, Chilie grabbed the iron sword nearby!

"Argh!!" A scream echoed throughout the arena as his hand touched the sword, immediately raising several large blisters!

"Oh my! Judging by Chilie's reaction, he's clearly been injured by the Ash Bringer! As they say, divine weapons recognize their masters. How could anyone casually use such a weapon except for supreme masters like Lost Biao? Chilie is clearly suffering from his lack of knowledge!"

Fang Zheng and the others in the broadcasting room were rolling on the floor with laughter!

It's a good thing the sword was thick! It's amazing it still retained such high temperature until now.

Who would have thought Zhang Biao would be cunning enough to lead Chilie right to the sword.

Chilie cradled his burned right hand, glaring fiercely at Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao smiled and removed his deerskin gloves. "Come on, I've had enough fun."

Chilie clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.

A mere burn meant nothing to him!

However, Zhang Biao had too many tricks up his sleeve, and he was beginning to grow wary.

Who knew what new tricks this fellow would pull next!

Seeing Chilie motionless, Zhang Biao beckoned with his finger.

Chilie was consumed by rage, too impatient to think further. He charged directly at Zhang Biao!

First, he would seize the spear, then punch straight for his heart!

"The two have finally begun to properly engage! Chilie charges like a tiger released from its cage toward Lost Biao!"

"And Lost Biao now... hmm? He's turned his back! What does this mean! After that contest of wits, does he consider Chilie unworthy of being his opponent!?"

Chilie, originally charging forward fiercely, suddenly braked hard, staring uncertainly at Zhang Biao's back.

He turned his face away, what exactly was he planning?

Whatever it was, it had to be a trick!

From the beginning until now, he had been on the losing end. He absolutely couldn't underestimate his opponent.

Chilie began to cautiously inch forward in a defensive stance.

The audience's hearts were once again in their throats! The host had also stopped commenting, holding his breath as he waited for the two to engage.

Zhang Biao remained carefree, completely unconcerned, though his eyes kept glancing at the reflection in the spearhead.

Chilie approached within three steps of him and, seeing no reaction from Zhang Biao, launched his attack!

At the same moment, Zhang Biao suddenly crouched, stuck out his backside, and dug at the sand like a wild dog!

His movement was so fast it blinded everyone watching. In less than a second, a cloud of dust filled the air!

The host immediately exclaimed, "Lost Biao has made his move! It's the Earth-Shaking Divine Palm... this surge of internal energy has stirred up the dust. We can't see what's happening inside! When the two reappear, who will be the victor!?"

The military officials watched with excitement, nodding in approval.

This man has talent! All sorts of dirty tricks, plus psychological warfare that kept his opponent firmly under control. His chances of winning were very high!

The civil officials shook their heads. Too ugly! The fighting was too ugly. Even if the Great Jing won, there would be no glory in it.

Though this host was truly talented, able to turn black into white... that shamelessness had Fang Zheng's flavor to it!

Inside the dust cloud, Chilie had originally intended to pin Zhang Biao to the ground and strangle him, but instead of touching anything, he got a face full of sand!

Fighting through the discomfort in his eyes, he finally managed to grab Zhang Biao!

The moment he caught Zhang Biao, Chilie's face broke into a victorious smile, but the next second, Zhang Biao raised both arms!

With a slick sound, the man somehow slipped away!

"You motherfucker actually greased yourself!! Shameless!! Shameless!!"

Before Chilie could finish cursing, a series of rapid bang bang bang bang sounds came from his crotch area!

Zhang Biao backed away, shaking his hand with a grimace. He hadn't expected Chilie to be wearing an iron codpiece! And such a thick one!

It seemed half of his special technique was now useless...

"You think you're the only one who came prepared!? I'll kill you today! You lowlife!!"

With that, Chilie swept a long leg toward him!

Zhang Biao dodged backward, then closed in, throwing another handful of sand he'd been concealing in his hand!

Chilie instinctively moved to block, and Zhang Biao took advantage of this opportunity to leap high into the air, his fingers shaped like claws as he targeted Chilie's neck.

With a ripping sound, intense pain shot through Chilie's neck.

Chilie closed his eyes and delivered a sweeping blow that drove Zhang Biao back, then struggled to open his swollen, painful eyes.

When he looked at Zhang Biao's fingers, his gaze froze in absolute horror!!

He saw that all five fingers were crimson red... with what seemed to be his own flesh between the fingernails.

But... why the fuck were his fingernails serrated?!