Martial Sage

Tang Hao looked at Zhang Wu who looked desolate in front of him, without any sympathy in his words, and asked coldly.

"How? Does it feel good to be insulted?"

Tang Hao tolerated this Zhang Wu again and again, but he didn't expect that this Wu would be so impeccable that he would find faults to humiliate himself again and again. Although they were all resolved by myself, it was difficult to get rid of the bad breath in my heart. What is even more annoying is that Zhang Wu blatantly suppressed Wang Fengbai, his optimistic man, in the form of venting his anger.

If it weren't for the rules of this martial arts field, Tang Hao could really stab this guy to death.

Zhang Wu didn't expect that the way he treated Wang Fengbai would fall to own at this time.

Listening to Tang Hao's counter-question, Zhang Wu raised his head with difficulty, his already angry face instantly became distorted, struggling for a few times, but he collapsed with excessive force just now, and he couldn't stand up, leaving Tang Hao condescending. Look down at yourself.

"you……"

Zhang Wu said halfway, but couldn't find any words to reply.

In the stands, everyone sighed, and everyone who was optimistic about Zhang Wu was silent.

"Tsk tusk, this Zhang Wu is really lacklustre. I guess he didn't expect that he would end up like this, right?"

"It's so happy! Tang Hao is also strong, and I'm going to poke a few transparent holes in this Wu's body a long time ago."

"Zhang Wu has also learned a lesson now. It's really his own responsibility! He still regards himself as a disciple of the aristocratic family. This attitude has simply lost the prestige of our disciple."

Tang Wang stared at the court with a smile, nodded slightly, his eyes filled with appreciation, and smiled.

"It's not bad, it seems that I really didn't misunderstand the person, this Tang Hao can really surprise me."

"It seems that Tang Hao's martial arts is much higher than I thought."

On the judging stage, Duan Zhixuan looked at the stage and was shocked by Tang Hao's seemingly'violent' moves. He could hardly believe his own eyes. It took a long time to come back to his senses slowly, looking at the general's Dao who was hailed as the ‘good gunman’ beside him.

"This...can you see clearly which move Tang Hao made?"

"This shooting technique is exquisite and flawless. It is perfect. The old man has been on the battlefield for so many years and has never seen such an unpredictable shooting technique. Looking at this silver armor and white clothes, he has quite the style of Zhao Yun, the warrior of the Three Kingdoms."

Duan Zhixuan murmured: "Zhao Yun? A genius! It doesn't seem that his thin body and bones can use the power of turning the river, but it is..."

Suddenly Duan Zhixuan was shocked when he remembered Zhang Gongjin's prediction in the military test.

"This brother has an eye like a torch, and his prediction is not false."

Duan Zhixuan added a bit of surprise to Zhang Gongjin in his heart.

Now that the outcome has been divided, Duan Zhixuan holding the golden gong, slowly walked towards the court, ready to announce the final result of the game.

At this moment, Zhang Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and the blood-stained face became even more hideous, and the hatred in his eyes had reached its peak.

"I am Zhang Wu, a disciple of the Martial Dao family. I will never lose, let alone lose to you, the commoner boy."

This roar, like a beast trapped in a cage, came from the darkest corner of my heart.

As he spoke, Zhang Wu pulled out his saber around his waist, stood up, and weakly slashed towards Tang Hao.

The outcome has already been decided, but Zhang Wu just doesn't know what is good or what is wrong. The knife cut not only makes him hungry than the test loss, but also loses the face of his Martial Dao family.

Seeing Zhang Wu rushing coldly, Tang Hao didn't look at him at all. With the spear in his right hand, he held Zhang Wu's saber in midair with a light gear.

No matter how Zhang Wu moves, the saber can no longer go in, and he can only stay in front of Tang Hao half a step.

'Eh……"

The people in the stands sighed for a while.

Sudden.

In Zhang Wu's right arm, a cold light appeared, and a three-foot short blade appeared in his right hand.

Hidden sword in sleeve!

This is Zhang Wu moved to kill Nian!

Everything is in the flashlight.

"Be careful, husband."

Li Wanqing, who happened to be sitting on one side, watched the scene, and couldn't help exclaiming from the stands. A jade face was instantly bloodless, staring at the abnormal changes on the court with beautiful eyes.

With this sudden exclamation, everyone in the stands also saw clearly, Zhang Wu held a saber in one hand and Tang Hao's silver spear. In the other empty arm there was a dazzling short knife.

"careful."

Many people in the stands exclaimed, and some people stood up involuntarily when they saw the crisis.

Even some family members of princes and ministers covered their eyes and dared not look at this short-blade cut throat, blood splattered on the scene.

Wang Wang couldn't help standing up from the supreme seat, his brows wrinkled, his heart was startled, and he looked at the sudden change on the court.

According to the rules of the examination room, contestants can bring a long-bladed main weapon, and they can also bring a short-handled saber with them for close combat.

But privately bringing Hidden Weapons, this is a taboo in the martial arts field!

But at this time, Zhang Wu, who had moved to Killian, still cared about this.

The previous Sabre's seemingly weak slash at Tang Hao was just a cover to hold Tang Hao, and Zhang Wu also rested for a while and recovered a little bit of physical strength.

At the moment of panic, Zhang Wu let out a long roar, with a short blade in his hand, and went straight to Tang Hao's throat!

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