Weapon Competition

Wu Yong knew that Dustin was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

Although he was slightly at a disadvantage from the beginning of the battle, he ultimately felt that his strength was not weaker than Dustin's.

Because in his eyes, Dustin was using martial arts skills and fighting in a guerrilla style, and he didn't dare to confront him head-on.

So he always thought that as long as he seized the opportunity and found Dustin's weakness, he could defeat him.

However, when Dustin burst out with his true strength, he found that he was wrong, and very wrong.

It seemed that the other party was not only good at guerrilla warfare, but had always been giving in to him and leaving him enough face.

Once Dustin stopped suppressing his cultivation, it would be easy to deal with him.

Even without using any special moves, just relying on strength, speed, and reaction is enough to crush him.

To put it simply, the gap in cultivation between the two sides is too great, and it is impossible to make up for it with any skills.

At this moment, it's not just Wu Yong.

Except for Juntang who had expected this, everyone else was also shocked.

They really didn't expect that after Dustin really broke out, he defeated Wu Yong with just one move.

You know, Wu Yong is a martial arts master who has been through many battles.

He is also a leader among the strong ones of the same level.

It is true that Wu Yong's fierce attack just now consumed a lot of energy, but he still could not cover up the sharpness of Dustin's punch.

They had to admit that they all underestimated the seemingly thin Mr. Rhys.

"Mr. Rhys is incredibly powerful, and Mr. Wu is convinced of his defeat!"

Wu Yong stood up and saluted Dustin with his fists clasped. There was no more contempt in his eyes, only awe.

The soldiers in the army have always admired the strong, especially a talented person like Dustin who is powerful and young, which makes people admire him even more.

"General Wu, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Dustin clasped his fists and saluted, without any pride at all.

He was training the troops for Juntang and did not feel any pressure at all. The outcome was already expected.

"Well, now you know what it means that there are always people better than you, right?"

Juntang glanced around, with a bit of warning in his eyes: "Although you train hard on weekdays, most of you are arrogant because of your talent. I invited Mr. Rhys here today to teach you a lesson. You must remember that from now on you must guard against arrogance and impatience and work hard to move forward."

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

Dustin is so young, but he has such powerful strength, which really inspired their fighting spirit.

"Of course, if any of you still don't accept it, you can challenge Mr. Rhys again and test your own weight." Juntang said again.

After these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

Even Deputy General Wu was defeated easily. Aren't these people just going to be eaten when they go on the field?

The gap in strength between the two sides is too big, and it doesn't have any effect of sharpening the skills at all, it's just a beating.

"I'll do it!"

At this time, Zhang He, who had been eager to try, finally stood up.

As the commander of this elite team, Zhang He's strength is naturally unquestionable, and he is much stronger than his deputy Wu Yong.

If Wu Yong was defeated, Zhang He would have to step forward, either for the purpose of seeking advice or with the mentality of seeking revenge.

"It's rare to meet a great man like Mr. Rhys. I'm really itching to learn from him. I hope Mr. Rhys can give me some advice." Zhang He stepped forward and clasped his fists.

He is a lot bigger than Wu Yong, his strength is also amazing, and his cultivation is even more advanced.

He asked himself that if he went all out against Dustin, he should have a 50% chance of winning.

"Brother Logan, I can only trouble you once more." Juntang said with a smile.

"It's okay. Since General Zhang is interested in sparring, I'll accompany him." Dustin remained calm.

"Mr. Rhys, you just had a fight of boxing and kicking, how about we have a fight of weapons?" Zhang He asked with a smile.

Compared to fists and feet, he is better at weapons, so it is natural for him to play to his strengths at this time.

"Okay." Dustin nodded.

"Someone come! Bring me my knife!" Zhang He shouted.

Soon, two elite soldiers came over carrying a heavy Guandao.

Zhang He grabbed the handle of the Guandao, spun it twice in the air, and then slammed the handle hard on the ground.

“Boom!”

There was a muffled sound and the ground shook twice.

"Mr. Rhys, there are dozens of weapons in the martial arts arena. You can choose any one you like." Zhang He said loudly.

"I am used to using a sword."

Dustin didn't say much. He grabbed the air with one hand, and a long sword on the weapon rack instantly shot out and landed accurately in his palm.

The sword body trembled slightly and made a soft sound.

The weapons in the palace of the Lord are not ordinary things. This sword alone is made of black iron, which is powerful enough to cut hair with a single blow.

This shows its profoundness.

"Mr. Rhys, please!"

Zhang He held the Guandao in one hand and took a stance.

"please!"

Dustin held the sword upside down and saluted with his fists clasped.

Everyone stared intently, their faces full of anticipation.

On one side is their main general, and on the other side is the martial arts expert invited by His Highness. In a physical contest, it is hard to say who will win. - Ton