jdhmnovel Chapter 358: If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing
Chapter 358: If you don't make a sound, you'll be amazing
Mrs. Zhao found it even more difficult to remain rational. As a mother, what she worried about most was her children getting hurt.
We want them to show their talents, but we are also afraid that they will not be able to achieve what they want.
But no matter what, at this moment, seeing that they no longer have to shrink back, endure and give in, I feel uneasy but also somewhat happy.
Some are happy and some are sad.
Zhao Baopeng's victory again was a bit depressing for the gamblers who placed the bets.
"What's going on? The Qingyuan Marquisate is trying to make a splash by making a splash!"
"Could the Huo family's young general be deliberately letting the opponent win? After all, Zhao Baokun lost the last round because he stopped fighting."
"Do you understand? Didn't you see that Huo Xuan and Zhao Baopeng were both badly injured? If you let them go, they are probably planning to make enemies in the future!"
"Hey, I first bet on Feng Bochang to win, and then I bet on Huo Xuan to win, but I didn't expect to lose so miserably!"
"Go buy it now, buy Chai Bin! If you buy Chai Bin, you still have a chance to turn the tables!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Although Zhao Baopeng is very powerful, he is so badly injured. He has no chance of winning against a master like Chai Bin."
The group was discussing heatedly.
With each promotion, the stakes and odds change.
Shen Shuyi asked someone to inquire about it, and found out that Chai Bin's odds were 1 to 5, while Zhao Baopeng's odds were 1 to 16.
"Take another 50,000 taels to buy Bao Pengsheng." Shen Shuyi whispered.
"Miss, Mr. Zhao is almost exhausted now. It would be too risky to buy so many more..." Jinzhu advised in a low voice.
Shen Shuyi said softly: "He won't lose, go ahead."
"Yes." Jinzhu responded and turned to leave.
At this moment, Zhao Baopeng and Chai Bin were already fully prepared and were just waiting for the order to start.
Shen Shuyi stood in the front, looking at the two people in the field with a determined gaze.
Some people are born with hard bones. In his previous life, the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion was tragically wiped out, but Zhao Baopeng never gave up on himself.
He put all his hatred and pain into his sword, practiced hard, and with his tenacity, he had few rivals.
Although a person's temperament may change, some things in his bones will not change.
As soon as the gong sounded, the sound of war drums became more intense.
Chai Bin said coldly: "You have fought several battles in a row, but I have rested for a long time. I advise you to admit defeat!"
Zhao Baopeng's hair was blown around his face, his eyes were deep, like black iron, dark red blood was stained on his cheeks, armor, and cuffs, adding a bit of murderousness.
"Let's wait until Master Chai wins before we discuss this!"
The next moment, the young man held the sword in both hands and stabbed from the side of his ear.
Chai Bin was prepared and immediately rushed forward with his knife, murderous, ruthless and experienced.
As soon as the two of them made a move, an expert could see some tricks. Chai Bin had followed Chai Zhi to gain experience at the border since he was a child, and he had been in and out of the hands of enemy soldiers several times at a young age.
Compared to those fancy guys who look fierce but dare not even kill a chicken, the Chai family practices real killing skills.
Chai Bin has killed countless people and seen countless blood and heads.
Therefore, in this confrontation, the experience accumulated over the years at the border was revealed.
In comparison, Zhao Baopeng lacks practical combat experience and experience in life-and-death situations, but his sword energy is as strong as a rainbow and unstoppable.
Therefore, when the two of them fought, it was difficult to determine the winner for a while.
But it didn't take long for Zhao Baopeng's physical exhaustion to become apparent.
After all, Feng Bochang and Huo Xuan are not good at fancy moves, and it is not easy for them to win two rounds. Now facing Chai Bin, they are bound to appear to be overwhelmed.
After several fierce attacks, Chai Bin failed to gain any benefits, so he gradually slowed down his attacks.
Both of them were looking for each other's flaws and were no longer as aggressive as they were at the beginning.
Many famous generals in the court kept a close eye on the two men. After all, those who had been on the battlefield for many years couldn't help but like them when they met someone who could fight.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
Chai Bin swung his sword through the air and headed straight for Zhao Baopeng's face. Zhao Baopeng tried to block it with his sword, but Chai Bin suddenly changed his move and turned his other hand into a palm, hitting the wound on Zhao Baopeng's chest directly.
Mrs. Zhao's eyes turned red with anger, and she cursed inwardly: "Despicable!"
Zhao Baopeng groaned and staggered back two steps.
Chai Bin's long sword was chasing closely and approaching again, and Zhao Baopeng's eyes were dark.
Seeing that he was forced to the edge of the limit, Zhao Baopeng did not retreat but advanced. Chai Bin seized the opportunity and slashed at his right arm with a knife.
Zhao Baopeng did not dodge, but threw the knife into the air into his left hand.
The young man held the sword in his left hand, bent back, half-knelt on the ground, and then stabbed Chai Bin's thigh with the sword!
Neither of them gave in, and in an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
Zhao Baopeng's right arm was injured, and bright red blood spurted out. Chai Bin was not much better off, with blood pouring out of his thigh. Although it was not fatal, it greatly affected his performance.
On the contrary, Zhao Baopeng held the sword in his left hand, but it did not affect his offensive at all. He even took advantage of the situation and became more powerful than before.
Qin Xin was standing by Shen Shuyi's side. Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but say, "What a powerful left-handed sword."
Shen Shuyi didn't say anything. Zhao Baopeng's swords in his left hand and right hand were equally powerful.
Most people are used to using their dominant hand, but he refused to admit defeat since he was young and practiced with both hands. However, he did not practice with dual swords or double knives, but wanted to keep a trump card for himself.
The abilities of his two hands were almost the same. In his previous life and later life, he used his left hand more often because he had to hide his identity. But secretly, he strengthened his right hand as a backup.
Zhao Baopeng has never had any complicated thoughts. His most complicated thought is probably to endure all the hardships and improve his strength.
In the moment when Chai Bin was distracted, Zhao Baopeng picked up his hair crown with a sword.
Chai Bin's hair instantly became messy and there was a burst of booing from the people around him, which made him so angry that his face turned red.
Zhao Baopeng did not stop and kept moving forward. His left and right hands coordinated perfectly and Chai Bin was unable to defend himself for a moment.
There was a vicious look in his eyes, and the long sword and the long knife collided. The two men looked at each other, only half a meter apart, and neither of them dared to give in.
Chai Bin gritted his teeth and whispered, "You bastard, you are quite capable! I just wonder if your sister is as good as you in bed."
Obviously, he was intending to provoke Zhao Baopeng.
There was indeed a hint of anger in Zhao Baopeng's eyes. He growled, pushed his feet back, and forced Chai Bin to retreat again and again.
Chai Bin took the opportunity to dodge, went around Zhao Baopeng's back and locked his neck.
"Baopeng!" Zhao Xueqing looked anxious.
"Ah——!!!" Veins popped up on Zhao Baopeng's forehead, his face flushed red, and he turned around and threw Chai Bin forward.
Chai Bin had a leg injury and his foundation was unstable, but he was still difficult to deal with.
When he was thrown from behind in front of Zhao Baopeng, he once again clamped his legs around Zhao Baopeng's neck, trying to break it.
Before Zhao Baopeng could catch his breath, his neck was locked again. He felt exhausted and his face turned from red to purple, which was extremely terrifying.
"Suffer to death!"
Chai Bin, with his head down and his waist strong, stabbed Zhao Baopeng's abdomen with the long knife in his hand!