Chapter 140: Borrowing a Sword

Hearing Lin Feng’s sigh echoing in his ear, Wang Zexi suddenly snapped out of his daze, realizing that he had just been completely clueless about how to defend himself.

Now, as if waking from a deep dream, he immediately straightened his posture. The spiritual energy in his dantian erupted, wrapping around his entire body while surging, robust spiritual power rushed through the meridians of his limbs.

"Kunwu Fist, First Form!"

Facing Wu Sansi’s family martial arts and the decisive move, Wang Zexi threw his right fist with all his might.

A riotous force accumulated within his right arm, and in the blink of an eye, his fist struck out violently, colliding mid-air with Wu Sansi’s Five-Tiger Eight-Diagrams Fist. The impact instantly triggered a violent shockwave in the air!

"Go to hell!"

Wu Sansi intended to kill. In his eyes, as a scion of a martial arts family, even if he crippled Wang Zexi, the military would not severely punish him just to win favor with his clan.

That way, he would remain the most authoritative member of the Soaring Dragon Squad. Both the reserve trainees and the veteran members would look up to him as their leader.

It was simply unbelievable that Wang Zexi had progressed so much in just one short month. If he didn't cripple him before he fully matured and stamp out the hope of the reserve members, his scheme to take control of the Soaring Dragon Squad would go down the drain!

"Boom—!"

The two powerful fist forces collided, producing a terrifying shockwave.

The surrounding squad members were all forced back repeatedly by the blast.

Wu Sansi felt his right fist repeatedly pierced by waves of fierce force, his right arm feeling almost fractured. Relying on the opponent's momentum, he tapped his toes and retreated a full two meters before stopping.

Afterward, his entire right arm went completely numb.

"How is this possible! This guy actually possesses such strength! A month ago, he clearly only knew some publicly available military boxing techniques! Why has he become so formidable in just one month?"

Hit by the shockwave, Wang Zexi was knocked back three or four meters before Xu Peng caught him.

Lifting his head to look at Wu Sansi, Wang Zexi was filled with deep emotion.

"If not for Instructor Lin's meticulous guidance, I would never have had the strength I possess today. A month ago, a casual punch from Wu Sansi could shatter my ribs, but now I have the power to fight him head-on!"

With an excited expression, Wang Zexi clenched his fists, staring straight at Wu Sansi with eager anticipation.

"Wu Sansi, next, I am going to use my full strength!"

Hearing this, Wu Sansi frowned.

He hadn't even used his full strength just now? Impossible!

Wu Sansi clenched his numb right fist, a hint of malice flashing darkly in his eyes.

"Wang Zexi, do you really think a month of crash training can make you stronger than me? I have practiced martial arts since childhood. Today, I'll let you truly witness what a profound family heritage is! A casual practitioner like you could never possess such a foundation!"

"Wang Ze, bring me my Five-Tiger Eight-Diagrams Staff!"

With a fierce roar from Wu Sansi, a sycophant beside him immediately tossed over a cold-iron staff.

Catching the steel staff in his hand, Wu Sansi’s entire aura transformed instantly. Standing tall and upright like a winter pine, what was even more astonishing was that he seemed to have reached the realm of absolute unity with his weapon.

This steel staff was obviously a weapon he had never parted with since childhood while practicing martial arts, much like a natal weapon in the realm of cultivation.

Their life-qi and meridians were connected, as if man and weapon were one.

As soon as the steel staff was in Wu Sansi’s grip, the observing veteran members began to sneer and mock:

"Hahaha, Wang Zexi is done for. You must know that this cold-iron staff has been by Boss Wu's side since childhood, nourished daily by his own qi, and has long since fused into one."

"That's right, and the Wu family's Five-Tiger Eight-Diagrams Staff is a renowned martial arts masterpiece around the Jiujiang region of China, with a reputation comparable to the Tang family's Overlord Spear!"

"Boss Wu is getting serious. This brat is definitely going to lose an arm today!"

Upon seeing Wu Sansi draw a weapon, the reserve members immediately grew furious and shouted in protest.

They had clearly agreed on a match of bare fists and legs, yet now he had pulled out a weapon—this was outright cheating!

Pointing at Wu Sansi, Xu Peng roared angrily:

"Have you no shame at all? Wang Zexi is fighting bare-handed, and look at you, pulling out a two-meter-long steel staff. How is this a fair fight?"

"Hmph, how is it a fair fight? My weapon is an heirloom treasure of my family. If you have one, feel free to bring it out as well. I wouldn't mind at all!"

Wu Sansi wore a sneering expression. What he wanted was to cripple Wang Zexi; so-called fair dueling was never a consideration for him.

"Xu Peng, you don't need to say anymore. There's no reasoning with a person like this. I want to see just how strong your Five-Tiger Eight-Diagrams Staff really is!"

Displaying the demeanor of a true hero, Wang Zexi circulated his fist qi, showing no fear of Wu Sansi whatsoever.

"Hahaha, wonderful! It's been so many years since I last met a stubborn fool like you. Let me show you what it means when there is always a mountain higher than the previous one!"

With the steel staff in hand, Wu Sansi moved with extreme agility. The tip of the staff darted rapidly through the air, blooming like a plum blossom.

The shadows of the staff flew in all directions, fierce, powerful, and roaring like the wind.

Tapping his toes and leaping forward, he thrust the steel staff straight ahead in a move known as "The Long Dragon Exits the Sea"!

Seeing his opponent cross a distance of over ten meters in the blink of an eye and drive the staff directly toward his chest, Wang Zexi sidestepped to dodge the blow.

Unexpectedly, before Wu Sansi's move fully landed, he whipped his arm around, reversing the direction of the staff, and smashed it squarely onto Wang Zexi's right arm!

"Ah—!"

Wang Zexi still lacked sufficient combat experience and fell right into Wu Sansi's scheme.

He crashed heavily to the ground, covered in dust.

The veteran members, acting as Wu Sansi's sycophants, cheered excitedly upon seeing Wang Zexi struck down:

"Hahaha! I told you so! A half-baked amateur wanting to practice martial arts? Pure delusion! Look at that, you got taught a lesson by Boss Wu!"

"Isn't that the truth? Boss Wu is mighty! One strike settles the universe!"

Xu Peng hurried over to help Wang Zexi up, asking anxiously:

"Wang Zexi, are you alright? If you can't go on, forget it! The enemy is shameless and using a weapon—are you going to risk your life against that?"

"No! For all these days, they have looked down on us. Now that I finally have the strength to stand toe-to-toe with him, I must make them witness the iron blood of Chinese soldiers!"

"You... A wise man knows when to yield! He clearly intends to cripple you ruthlessly, don't do something so foolish."

Xu Peng's dissuasion was completely in vain. Wang Zexi struggled to his feet, staring fixedly at Wu Sansi as he said resolutely:

"Disobeying orders and fleeing on the battlefield, abandoning comrades to die without action—you do not deserve to be Chinese soldiers, nor do you deserve to stay in the Soaring Dragon Squad!"

Wang Zexi's roar brought hot tears to the eyes of all the reserve members.

True, they might not be scions of martial arts families, but they had always been Chinese soldiers.

For the country and the people, even knowing the enemy was powerful and knowing sacrifice awaited them, they still faced the dangers without fear and were the first to step forward.

Because they knew that if they didn't step up, tens of millions of Chinese citizens would suffer infringement and ravagement by the enemy.

Defending the home and protecting the country was the true essence of a man!

"Take my sword and use it."

Wang Zexi's words completely awakened the passion and burning blood deep within the hearts of the reserve members.

And Wang Zexi's fiery spirit deeply moved Lin Feng as well.

Thus, he lent out his own treasured sword—Kunwu!