Chapter 1487: Chapter 1165: Is This Luck?_2
The Family’s intentions were clear—use this competition to defeat Henki so that the Emperor and everyone else could see that Henki wasn’t the only option!
But things did not seem to be as simple as he thought.
This Henki, sure enough, was as troublesome as he had shown himself to be in the past.
Despite wielding a weapon so huge and cumbersome, Henki managed to use it with a delicate sense of coordination. It wasn’t the first time Henki had used such a weapon. Back then, he had joined the hilts of two greatswords to form a double-edged sword. He used continuous spinning to achieve an effect of simultaneous offense and defense. And now, he was using a greatsword that far exceeded the rules. Did he always prefer such unconventional weapons?
And to think this kind of unconventional weapon had actually suppressed Pan Luo—the armor Pan Luo was wearing had been fortified!
Pan Luo was extremely anxious because he could not find an opening. It was difficult for him to attack actively, because once he did, he didn’t believe he could easily retreat. After several probes, he found himself at a disadvantage!
But just then, Long Yi suddenly stopped moving.
Pan Luo didn’t know what Henki was going to do and didn’t dare to act rashly. The whole audience also didn’t know what Henki was planning. In their view, Henki had the advantage at this moment and should decisively pursue the attack to crush Pan Luo. He should not give him any chance to catch his breath.
"You... you can’t seriously be thinking of fighting me unarmed, can you?" Long Yi suddenly put down his greatsword and spoke.
"Heh, to use a weapon against you? I can’t afford that embarrassment!" Pan Luo said.
"Alright, if that’s the case, I can’t let this match become unfair." Having said that, Long Yi stuffed his oversized greatsword into his personal space, then clenched his fists and posed in a barehanded fighting stance!
Pan Luo was stunned for a moment, then his face broke into a smile.
He liked this idiot!
In the stands, the Group Leader had already started shaking his head helplessly. In his opinion, Henki’s strength naturally came from his alloy greatsword. As for Henki’s fighting skills, no one had seen them! Pan Luo was different—the Family Pan Luo came from had a tradition of practicing hand-to-hand combat, and their barehanded fighting techniques were inherited from the family. This confrontation felt like bullying.
Besides, Pan Luo was now wearing armor that had been specially strengthened by his Family. Its various parameters far exceeded those of ordinary soldiers’ armor. A very important attribute of close combat was to be both strong and resistant. From the fight just now, it seemed that Henki could resist, but could he strike?
No one knew.
This was Pan Luo’s favorite way to fight! Years of arduous practice in combat had never come into play, and now he finally had the chance to make a name for himself! Emperor! Group Leader! And the Elders of the Family! Watch me—I will make my name known in a single battle today!
Pan Luo closed in on Henki, and the fight reignited. A confident Pan Luo launched a ferocious attack. Close combat came down to combinations of punches, kicks, knees, and elbows. If they tangled, there would be joint locks as well. No one was more familiar with these things than Long Yi. Although Pan Luo’s attacks were fierce, to Long Yi, they seemed amateurish, far from a true master’s level, with uncoordinated power generation throughout. Maybe it was a problem with armor control? Or limited strength?
But Long Yi was a good actor. He was suppressed from the start, with every punch and kick hitting its mark, and he was driven back step by step.
Long Yi’s fellow soldiers in the barracks sighed, baffled by his incomprehensible confidence in his style of fighting. In such a duel, even fighting dirty to win would not have been criticized, but what did you do? You actually threw away your strongest weapon!
The more Pan Luo attacked, the more confident he became, because from the initial probing attacks it seemed that his opponent, this guy called Henki, was completely a newcomer to hand-to-hand combat. His reaction speed was quick, but unfortunately, combat was more than just quick reflexes. Keep up the pressure. He was gaining the upper hand with his continuous and flashy attacks! Pan Luo was even ready to accept the cheers of the whole arena! No matter how strong Henki was with a sword, if you yourself insisted on throwing your weapon away, then it’s not my fault! In this world, only victors get to have everything!
Bang!
Their fists collided with force, and both Pan Luo and Henki retreated two steps. Pan Luo felt his brain short circuit. What was going on? Something felt off. Why did he hit his own fist? Pan Luo looked down at his fist, only to find a fine crack had appeared. Although it was small, it was definitely a crack!
"Uh, hand-to-hand combat is really hard to learn. I thought I’d be able to learn it all at once, but it turned out to be a waste of so much time," Henki’s honest voice came again.
Wasted so much time?
Pan Luo’s face twisted with rage inside the cockpit.
"Just because you got lucky once, you dare to claim you’ve learned it?" Pan Luo roared.
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"Eh? So it was just good luck for me? Oh, sorry, I’ll try harder next time," Long Yi had no idea of differentiation; he loved playing this kind of game the most.
Obviously, if Henki had vocally argued just then, at most, Pan Luo would have felt that Henki was merely blindly arrogant. But now that he had honestly admitted his fault, the mocking effect was even better!
"You can try hard to die!" Pan Luo roared and charged again. Initially, he was just showing off, not really using his full strength. His purpose was to let everyone, including the Emperor and the Group Leader, come to appreciate the elegance and splendor of combat, and to deeply respect the art of unarmed combat. But now, he had changed his mind. He decided to quickly eliminate Henki with his formidable combat strength and to demonstrate the powerful prowess of combat with his own strength!
Boom!
As Pan Luo thought this, their fists collided once more, and this time, the explosion from their knuckles was even more intense than the last punch; no longer a mere collision, it was an explosion, and this time, the cracks on Pan Luo’s fists had grown even larger!
"Hmm, was that also luck?" Henki asked from a distance.
"It’s luck!" Pan Luo roared again and rushed forward.
Boom!
Fists collided with fists.
"Was it luck?"
"It’s luck!"
Boom!
"How about this time?"
"It’s also luck!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Is this all just luck?"
Henki watched Pan Luo from afar, still asking in that unruffled tone.
At this moment, Pan Luo was speechless.
Was this luck?
Of course, it could no longer be called luck; if occasionally one’s punch was met, it might be called luck. Two or three punches could also be considered luck. But now, each of Pan Luo’s punches was being blocked by Henki; this could no longer be called luck.
This was strength.
This was shocking strength.
It had to be said that unarmed combat provided a much more primal rawness compared to weaponry, stirring up the warriors’ boiling blood, and all the spectating warriors were pumped with excitement.
But in the eyes of the Group Leader Anzong, there was only shock.
This was not the first time he had been shocked, and he had no doubt that he might continue to be shocked. Since he had come to know Henki, Henki had already given him several shocking experiences. Whether it was his astonishing learning speed, his special energy Alloy Greatsword, or his ability to wield dual weapons.
And now, he had performed his combat skills for everyone? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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