Chapter 82

"Rest assured, Young Master Hu, I won’t let you lose your pants!"

Lin Sha’s face was expressionless as he took the reins handed to him by Qi Bing, mounted the horse, and rode away, leaving behind a stunned and speechless little fatty standing there.

The group rode to the headquarters of the general, heading straight for the small training ground at the back. Indeed, there were already many military colleagues present, and even General Hu Guozhu was there, chatting and laughing with great interest.

Lin Sha’s arrival caused a small commotion. General Hu Huo called him over, smiling and asking if he really intended to spar with the guard beside him. Lin Sha naturally confirmed it. General Hu Huo smiled but said nothing more, only reminding him to be careful and not get injured. Lin Sha left with a bow, but his expression was not pleasant. Who was that colleague’s expression of watching a monkey show for?

After that, it goes without saying. The guard from Diancang Sect was clearly not very satisfied with the current situation, his face sour from the moment he appeared until the sparring began, not giving Lin Sha any good looks.

"Commander, please!"

"Guard Mao, please!"

The two did not make much of a show of courtesy. After entering the field, they exchanged bows and took their stances, the atmosphere immediately becoming tense.

Guard Mao of Diancang Sect held a fine steel long sword, his feet lightly touching the ground, his figure darting forward like a swift wind. The sword tip, as fast as a meteor, shimmered with a cold light, pointing directly at Lin Sha’s chest.

Swish!

Lin Sha’s 1.23-meter-long white wax rod short spear trembled slightly, the red tassel at the spearhead fluttering like fire. It shot out like lightning, piercing straight at Guard Mao’s sword-wielding wrist.

The swordsmanship of Diancang Sect was indeed extraordinary. Facing Lin Sha’s sudden spear thrust, Guard Mao, though surprised, did not panic. His long sword flickered slightly, changing from a thrust to a sweep, cutting swiftly toward Lin Sha’s arm holding the spear.

Whoosh!

Lin Sha’s wrist trembled imperceptibly. The short spear, which had been aimed straight at Guard Mao’s sword-wielding wrist, suddenly bent, the sharp spearhead instantly changing direction. At the last moment, it touched the body of the fine steel long sword that was sweeping toward him!

Clang!

A clear, crisp sound of metal clashing rang out. Lin Sha’s short spear, using the force of the rebound, suddenly arched upward, then shot up with a whistling sound, aiming directly at Guard Mao’s face!

Guard Mao felt a powerful force travel back through the sword, his hand tingling, almost unable to hold the sword. He was startled by Lin Sha’s great strength. Suddenly, a whistling wind struck his face, making his eardrums buzz. He was greatly alarmed and quickly pushed off the ground with his feet.

Swish!

Just as the spear tip was about to reach him, Guard Mao’s figure had already disappeared from the spot.

Martial arts, and again, martial arts!

Lin Sha’s face was expressionless as he retracted his spear and stood still, but in his heart, he was already cursing. If he had to say what he disliked most about the world of Deer and the Cauldron, it was the unpredictable martial arts.

To be honest, he was a bit disappointed.

The swordsmanship and martial arts of Diancang Sect were indeed excellent, which he had to admit. Unfortunately, Guard Mao’s strength was lacking, at best a mid-level Mingjing level. His victory would be without doubt.

This time, he had come to experience the fighting style of an internal martial arts expert, but he had overestimated Guard Mao’s strength...

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Guard Mao did not dare to be the slightest bit careless, his face serious as he used his light body skills. He darted forward and backward, his figure changing unpredictably, his long sword transforming into points of cold light. He used the graceful and agile Diancang swordsmanship, enveloping Lin Sha from all directions.

He was secretly suffering, not expecting that this small commander, Lin Sha, would be so strong. In a pure contest of strength, he was no match.

If he had known this, he shouldn’t have accepted this sparring. He might end up losing!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Facing Guard Mao’s guerrilla tactics and the cold light coming from all directions, Lin Sha remained calm, his short spear dancing like a windmill. It moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, a venomous snake spitting, striking east and hitting west. The dense spear shadows protected him, easily blocking all of Guard Mao’s attacks and occasionally launching fierce counterattacks!

He stepped in the Qilin Step, moving back and forth in a small circle of three meters. His short spear suddenly shot out, forcing Guard Mao, who was about to launch a sneak attack, to quickly dodge. The short spear’s body trembled slightly, bending into a crescent moon, the spear tip chasing after Guard Mao’s elusive figure.

When Guard Mao dodged again, Lin Sha was already waiting on the side, his short spear silently sweeping horizontally. Guard Mao’s body paused and floated, dodging again, and Lin Sha’s short spear coiled around like a dragon turning over.

Clang! Clang! Clang...

Guard Mao was forced to dodge repeatedly by Lin Sha’s divine spear skills, his long sword moving so fast that it was a solid wall of metal. The sound of weapons clashing was continuous, but after a short while, he was already panting and his steps were unsteady, clearly lacking the strength to continue.

The situation was so obvious that not only did the sparring participants know, but even the martial officials who were used to watching battles were surprised.

"Can it be? This Lin Sha is really so strong that even a Diancang expert is no match for him?"

"The facts are right in front of us, what’s the point of saying that?"

"Tsk tsk, who would have thought that this Lin Sha is so capable!"

"..."

The whispers of the subordinates drifted into Hu Guozhu’s ears, his lips twitching, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the Diancang expert sent by his father-in-law was overrated and not as strong as claimed?

Even if he didn’t want to believe it, the one-sided sparring in the small training ground constantly reminded him of the truth!

"Guard Mao, taste my move, Churning River and Sea!"

At this moment, the situation in the small training ground suddenly changed. Lin Sha roared, his short spear moving like a dragon emerging from the sea, whistling as it swept horizontally, barely avoided by Guard Mao who reacted in time.

But immediately, the short spear’s body trembled slightly, bending into a half-circle in mid-air, and using the rebound force, it swept back again, narrowly avoided by Guard Mao who leaped up.

Lin Sha did not lose heart, his movements not stopping. The short spear’s body continuously bent and whipped, the sound of the air bursting repeatedly, each strike targeting Guard Mao’s vital points, forcing him to dodge in a very狼狈 manner, with no chance to counterattack.

Whoosh!

The short spear, like a rolling dragon, suddenly retracted. Lin Sha stopped, standing still with a smile, and politely bowed to the sweating and shaken Guard Mao, saying, "Guard Mao, thank you for your courtesy!"

Pant! Pant! Pant...

Guard Mao was drenched in sweat, even a mist of steam rising from his head. He was panting heavily, and in a short while, the ground beneath his feet was wet.

"Thank you, thank you. Commander’s skills are truly remarkable, I am truly impressed!"

Guard Mao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stopping and bowing to Lin Sha. His respect for Lin Sha increased, as Lin Sha had given him face, and he would definitely repay him when the opportunity arose...

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