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Most people have a slightly weaker left hand, and Qin Sihu was no exception. His opponent must have sensed this, as I had too. When Qin Sihu wielded his Twin Whips, he appeared fluid and coordinated, but each time his left hand moved forward, there was always a slight pause, likely due to his left hand's slower reaction compared to his right.
Moreover, I noticed that whenever Qin Sihu's right whip struck against the steel staff, he could quickly withdraw and change tactics. However, when his left whip collided with his opponent's staff, it would always hesitate before being pulled back. Was it possible that over time, his left hand had grown weak?
If it were me, I would seize this opportunity to exploit that weakness—ideally knocking the whip away or striking at his left hand. With just one whip, it would be difficult for him to turn the tide. At the very least, I would continuously attack his left side to force him into revealing an opening for a close-range strike.
However, his opponent seemed still confused. Several times he clashed forcefully with Qin Sihu's right whip but gained no advantage; instead, he was thrown off rhythm by the timely follow-up of Qin Sihu's left whip, nearly getting hit multiple times.
Sighing, I thought to myself that this Brother was likely to lose. Just then, Qin Sihu swung down powerfully with his right whip. Stick Brother raised both hands to block it horizontally. With a loud clang, they collided again! At that moment, Stick Brother seemed to falter first and took a step back; his right hand slid down to his side, leaving only his left hand across his chest. Qin Sihu's eyes lit up as he stepped forward, and with a swift motion, his left whip came crashing down!
My heart raced—this was dangerous! But just then, Stick Brother did not retreat; instead, he lunged forward suddenly. With a hidden staff in his left hand and an exposed staff in his right, he forcefully blocked Qin Sihu's left whip while bending forward. His left staff swung out to the left while the right pressed down hard against the upper end of Qin Sihu's whip, sliding toward where Qin Sihu gripped it. It seemed like Qin Sihu hesitated for a moment; while his right whip came swinging in, he failed to withdraw his left in time. With another clang, Qin Sihu's right whip was blocked by Stick Brother's left Steel Rod!
Qin Sihu's left whip was pinned down! The weight of the whip combined with Stick Brother's stronger right hand and the steel staff made it impossible for him to rebound and defend! The center was wide open! If Stick Brother managed to push through now, there would be no saving him; no physical defense could withstand the thrust of that staff—was Qin Sihu about to lose?! I could hardly believe it. But suddenly, I noticed a fierce glint in Qin Sihu's eyes; they turned sharp and menacing. A cold smile crept onto his lips as he flicked his left hand—the left whip flipped up suddenly and pressed down on Stick Brother's right steel staff. Now it was Stick Brother who struggled; clearly overwhelmed by the weight of two weapons in one hand, he couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds before dropping it!
"Got you!" Qin Sihu shouted triumphantly as his left whip shot out like a viper, piercing downward toward Stick Brother's right abdomen! What a fierce move! He seemed afraid that Stick Brother still had enough strength to raise the steel staff and block him; using speed and gravity combined with momentum, he struck diagonally downward. By now, Stick Brother’s right steel staff was already below him—there was no distance or speed to block this strike! Moreover, with his left hand restrained, it looked like he was about to take the hit!
A lethal blow! A killer strike! This truly was a killer move! I almost cried out in excitement; historical records mentioned how General Qin Qiong from the Tang Dynasty carried Twin Whips with him and often used them at the moment of confrontation on horseback—drawing them suddenly to deliver heavy blows that could injure or even kill an enemy instantly.
I didn’t know what relation Qin Sihu had with Qin Qiong—perhaps it was mere coincidence—but this strike was indeed formidable: its angle was tricky and impossible to evade; its force immense! Qin Sihu had done this deliberately! His left whip was certainly not weaker than his right; in fact, it might even be stronger! He had truly been biding his time! Perhaps he felt threatened by his opponent’s strength and finally revealed this ultimate technique!
To my astonishment, Stick Brother let out a loud cry as he abandoned his right staff and desperately retreated. However, since he had just lunged forward moments ago, adjusting his center of gravity proved difficult; thus, while trying not to fall over, he could only retreat a short distance.
The whip followed closely behind him and was about to stab into his abdomen! Suddenly Stick Brother took a deep breath; tightening his abdomen sharply caused the whip to stretch out fully but missed by mere centimeters!
What a pity!
In that critical moment, Qin Sihu flicked his left hand again—the fully extended whip shot forward once more! This time there was no way to avoid it; the whip struck directly into Stick Brother’s abdomen! Impossible! I could hardly believe my eyes! Upon closer inspection, I realized that the handle of Qin Sihu’s left whip had separated from its body! Connected by a steel chain in between—it seemed that Qin Sihu had triggered some mechanism allowing the whip to continue moving forward due to inertia!
What the hell?! This truly was a hidden weapon! My hands clenched tightly—what a close call! If I were facing off against Qin Sihu with my own staff, defeat would have been inevitable. In this moment, I truly admired that Brother—he had come so close—just inches away! In battles between masters like these, victory or defeat hangs by a thread!
The whistle blew! Qin Sihu won.
The battle of wits and courage began. Stick Brother initially aimed to lure Qin Sihu into a proactive attack, abandoning defense, and then planned to break his left hand with a sudden strike. Little did he know that Qin Sihu was playing along, feigning weakness to ensnare Stick Brother. Even if Stick Brother managed to evade the first deadly blow, who could have anticipated that the weapon could be thrown?
Fortunately, the impact didn't seem too severe. Although his opponent took a hit, there was little reaction of pain; instead, he stared blankly as Qin Sihu reattached the weapon. The referee approached to take notes, and Qin Sihu, no longer glancing at his opponent, slowly walked out of the Venue with the Twin Whips in hand.
"What the hell! What the hell!" Old Ma exclaimed in disbelief from the sidelines. "Brother, did you see that? That was incredible! Just like something out of a movie!" Old Ma was clearly exhilarated by the spectacle he had witnessed for the first time but soon his excitement waned. "Brother, you... I know what you're thinking." I glanced at Shen Han, whose gaze was fixed intently on the recently exited Qin Sihu. I furrowed my brow and said to Old Ma, "I can only do my best; I can't guarantee anything. Today has opened my eyes." Indeed, this was just one Qin Sihu; who knew what other freaks and bizarre techniques awaited us in further matches?
Heh heh heh, this competition was becoming more interesting by the moment. With that thought, I tightened my grip on the Steel Rod, feeling its weight resonate through my every nerve. My desire to confront these skilled fighters grew stronger.
After bidding farewell to Old Ma, I descended a few levels below. Old Bi and Jing were clearly mesmerized by what they had seen. Upon noticing me, both were still buzzing with excitement. "Hey hey, Lao Wang, how would you fare against that guy?" Before I could respond, Old Bi continued, "I honestly don't think I can beat Zhu Wu. If you can't handle him either, then this beauty beside you will have to go out for dinner with someone else! You better figure it out!"
Jing leaned closer to me. "Uh, Brother Wang, I believe in you!" There was a hint of worry and uncertainty in her tone. I smiled at them reassuringly. "Come on now, don't lose faith in me!" I paused for a moment with the Steel Rod in hand and spoke firmly yet softly to them, "I can tell you this: if it's just sparring, I'm not confident at all. But if it's a fight for survival, it won't be me who falls!"
"Ah!" Jing covered her mouth in surprise. "Maybe we should just concede; it's just dinner after all! You guys can come along with me; it won't be a big deal!"
Old Bi looked at me for a while before sighing. "Lao Wang, your competitive spirit is too strong. I'm just worried you'll get hurt; winning or losing isn't everything—don't make it so intense!"
Before I could respond further, the referee for the Striking Group called out Old Bi's name. Ah, it was time for Old Bi's match!
I patted Old Bi on the shoulder with annoyance. "Stop worrying about me; focus on yourself!"
We watched as Old Bi entered the adjacent Venue. His opponent was a lanky guy who stood slightly taller than Old Bi and had a cold gaze. After verifying their identities, the slender fighter stepped back a few paces and performed several strange movements before settling into a stance with his elbows raised in front of his chest. He then drew his legs together and slowly brought his fists up in front of him while slightly crouching down and shifting his weight onto his front leg.
This stance seemed familiar; when my eyes landed on the bandages wrapped around his fists, realization struck me—"Muay Thai!" I exclaimed involuntarily.
Judging by this slender fighter's posture, he didn’t seem like an amateur; he appeared to be quite skilled. This was bad news—Old Bi wouldn’t stand a chance against him. I felt a wave of anxiety for Old Bi and hoped he wouldn’t try to show off in front of Long-Legged Beauty; otherwise, he'd end up looking like a pig's head!
"Beep!" The whistle for the match sounded!
"I concede!" Old Bi shouted without making any move at all.
The entire venue was stunned!
I was also questioning my own ears; this was not the style of Old Bi! To give up without even trying a single move?! At that moment, everyone's gaze shifted from the equipment to Old Bi, who casually declared, "Referee, I concede!" After saying that, he turned and walked out of the arena, leaving his bewildered opponent and the referee behind as he made his way toward us.
This shouldn't be happening; this was not how things were supposed to go! I felt a bit dazed and glanced back at Jing. Her expression was starting to show confusion, followed by an unmistakable look of disdain. What the hell! This was a huge embarrassment; as a soldier, one should at least put up a fight!
Watching Old Bi approach with that same cheerful demeanor made me want to step aside.
"Can I pretend I don't know you?" I couldn't bear the weight of everyone's stares any longer and said in frustration. I stole a glance around and noticed that Old Ma had long since vanished, probably afraid of being scolded by the higher-ups.
"This is a strategy, do you understand!? Look at him, a Muay Thai expert! Why would I want to foolishly fight and lose? It's better to conserve my strength and avoid injury so I can come back from the losers' bracket and let them battle it out in the winners' bracket!" Old Bi said nonchalantly.
...
Is this really an excuse?
(To be continued, more exciting content tomorrow!)
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