You want to win this game

Muke's mistake was that he, who was used to using iron guns, did not "hold the handle". This is the most different thing about the method of holding a large gun and the method of holding a iron gun.

The back hand of holding the gun must hold the end of the gun bar so that it is hidden without being exposed. The characteristic of this grip is that the strength of the gun bar and the arm are connected, and the information on the gun head can be felt.

It is also a beginner who practices first. He does not master many things thoroughly, and he does not fully master the real tricks of the big gun.

Zhao Fubo, who was standing beside him, stared at him with wide eyes, just like all the children who couldn't hold back. He was so anxious that he kept slapping his thighs, and he seemed to want to go up and compete.

"Hmph, you guys just can't hold back, it's just a competition!"

At this time, little John said in French in a lukewarm manner, as if reminding Zhao Fubomo that he had forgotten the knightly demeanor he wanted him to maintain.

Zhao Fubo, who could not play, glared at him and asked back, "We men, it seems that you are not a man! Of course, you are not a man, you are just a better-looking boy!"

The blonde little John immediately glared at his eyes, and he was about to be incompatible with Zhao Fubo. But then it seemed that something had stopped him, so he had to watch Zhao Fubo bit his angry red lips and go back to the laboratory to get angry.

Martin looked at her back and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. Is there any secret between him and little John?

"Tu"

The sound of two guns fighting each other again came, and this time Muk was forced to take a big step back by the other party. Unusually used to the big guns, he was left with only the power to resist under the fierce attack of Abdul Martini.

"Hey, Muke, why don't you take a break, I'll do it!"

Zhao Fubo screamed in a hurry. Muke's footwork was obviously distracted, and even his flax-colored hair looked darker, which was a sign of sweating.

But Muke just gritted his teeth and kept holding his feet.

The iron spear in Abdul Martini's hand was still stabbed out with the wind. However, he still admired the little Mamluk in front of him. He knew that if the other party had not had the weapons, he would have lost in the end, but he would definitely perform much better than he is now.

Finally, he shot and headed straight to Muke's chest.

At this time, Muke was already a little weak after joining the opponent's heavy blows, but the training he received did not allow him to fall down.

The tip of the iron spear finally stopped at Muke's chest, which made everyone who saw it was stunned.

The arm strength and control ability of Abdul Martini was able to stop the iron spear at such a distance, and his arm strength and control had already surprised everyone.

But in the second game, Abdul Zhemal was really a remnant Mamluk. Facing Zhao Fubo holding a big gun, he kept shaking his head. In the end, he even sat underground, stretching his neck to be slaughtered.

"No, I can't fight you with your master. You must know that you are the only master who doesn't whip me because of your words. If I accidentally kill you, where will I find a master in the future? Even if I can't kill you, it's still that dangerous, so even if you stab me with a gun, I won't fight back..."

Facing such a guy, almost everyone had to smile.

"Okay, okay, we won't compare! But Mr. Young City Lord, if I compare with you now, will it be considered as a benefit to you?"

When the big gun returned to Zhao Fubo's hand, he seemed to have completely changed.

If Shu Yuer was approaching and saw him looking like this, her beautiful eyes would have been filled with stars.

But what is puzzling is that little John, who had just returned to the laboratory and went angry, appeared at the scene of the competition. For some reason, his eyes looking at Zhao Fubo were somewhat similar to Shu Yuer.

Fortunately, Zhao Fubo didn't see it, otherwise he would have gone all over with goosebumps, and I'm afraid there would be no need to compare this martial arts anymore.

When Abdul Martini faced Zhao Fubo's inquiry, he shook his iron spear easily and told Zhao Fubo that there was no problem.

"Come on, this is the competition I have been looking forward to!"

Muke, who had just lost his strength, looked at Zhao Fubo with green eyes. Although he only said a few words in his mouth, the hope in his eyes was clearly expressed.

"You're going to win this game!"

As he nodded heavily at Muke, Zhao Fubo held a gun in both hands, but the man had already entered a certain state. His eyes were no longer as helpless as when he was reading, but it seemed like two deep wells. Quan Fu's spirit condensed, making his pupils as sharp as the tip of a needle.

The head of the big gun in his hand was already trembling slightly at this time. The longer he stood quietly with the gun, the more powerful the head of the big gun shook.

At this time, we can see the difference between the way Muke's spear head shaking. When Zhao Fubo's spear head trembled, it seemed like a chandelier, with a certain rhythm.

Abdul Martini, who was a little proud in his heart, calmed down his mind. At first, when he saw Zhao Fubo still holding the big gun, he was a little confused.

But now, a cold and strange aura was emanating from the red tassel of the shaking spear head. It seemed as if there was a cold eye there, staring at him tightly, causing a chill to rise in his heart.

"Be careful, look at the gun..."

As Zhao Fubo shouted softly, the power of the gun technique that had worked hard for five years broke out in an instant.

The afterimage brought by the red tassels spinning at the spearhead was like a red storm, completely obscuring Abdul Martini's vision.

With his fighting experience, he couldn't tell where the opponent's spear tip would pierce him.

In desperation, the iron gun in his hand was swung out with great force based on his feelings. He just hoped that he could hit the other party's gun bar so that his momentum would tilt to one side.

"Tu"

But when his gun tip really collided with the opponent's gun rod, the changes caused shocked him.

The pole of the opponent's big gun was like a spirit snake. It touched and flipped gently and avoided the huge power on his iron gun.

The castration of the iron gun, which had almost no resistance, made Abdul Martini almost lose control himself.

The opponent's big gun was not hindered at all. The tip of the gun kept hiking into his arms like the letter of the poisonous snake.

"Ah, why is this happening..."

In amazement, he had to drag the iron spear and quickly retreat, trying to avoid the point of the gun that was getting closer and closer. But Zhao Fubo's big spear was like a gangrene attached to the bone, and kept hiking around the vital parts of his body.

After taking a few steps in a row, Abdul Martini finally retracted his iron spear. At this time, he no longer dared to use his huge force to block it for fear of losing another move, so he had to wait for Zhao Fubo's attack with his back and face Zhao Fubo's attack with a light rhythm.

"Du...du...du..."

In a series of large guns and iron guns, Abdul Martini struggled to resist the seemingly ubiquitous attack. He only felt that there seemed to be countless spear tips, which would come at every time he was not paying attention.

However, when he began to stick to the door, Zhao Fubo's gun suddenly became wide open and closed. The white wax pole made a "huh" sound, just like the whistling of the cold wind at night.

In his instinct, Abdul Martini raised the iron spear in his hand and tried to block Zhao Fubo's spear. But he did not expect that this letter would be like this.

"Du!"

During another attack, a huge force was transmitted along the gun rod to Abdul Martini's hand. The sharp and brisk response that made his sharp rhythm was immediately interrupted, and even the huge force almost caused the iron gun in Abdul Martini's hand to escape.

In the following consecutive attacks, Abdul Martini, who had been at a disadvantage, never regained the initiative. The opponent's slight and heavy attacks, and the unsightly attack made him exhausted.

"Will I be defeated by a half-old child? Or will my unbeaten record be the end of this year?"

This bad guess made Abdul Martini feel very uncomfortable. Zhao Fubo was only fifteen years old, while he was eighteen years old.

And the thoughts that just now flowed through his heart like electric current made him think that he needed to sacrifice his life.

Again, the white wax gun hit from the side with the sound of "huh" wind. Abdul Martini widened his eyes and gritted his teeth. He stared at the sharp tip of the big gun in the red tassel that could not stop shaking rapidly.

The iron spear in his hand used all his strength and picked it out vigorously.

However, he had no idea about the big gun, and once again put himself in trouble. The power emitted by the heavy iron gun was once again like a rock sinking to the sea, and he had not touched anything at all.

What made Abdul Martini even more scattered was that the excessive force caused his body to turn, and the side of his body was exposed to Zhao Fubo's constantly shaking spear tip.

Zhao Fubo held the gun and felt every message conveyed to him by the tip of the big gun. Even if it was a slight tremor or a huge force.

Seeing Abdul Martini's iron spear swept away, Zhao Fubo threw the gun in his hand and changed it. The big gun immediately turned around, and the heavy gun force was slowly dissipated after several consecutive guns.

Then Zhao Fubo clenched the gun with his hand and clasped his fists at Abdul Martini.

It was not until all the guns disappeared that Abdul Martini was truly relieved. He also held the iron spear in his palm and saluted Zhao Fubo.

"call!"

At this time, everyone with the viewpoints quietly shot, especially Martin, who never expected that China's internal shooting skills were so sharp.

Just then, a scream broke the scene after the competition, and the poet had to look at it, that little John actually cheered like a little girl.

"Yeah, you are so awesome, we are defeated!"

At this time, Zhao Fubo thought of a way to stop her from screaming.

"Little John, I have learned Western dialect from you. Should you learn Chinese dialect from me?"
Chapter completed!