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Ma Wei reached out to stop Chu Hao, and said slowly, "If we don't compete today, I won't let you go."

Chu Hao was speechless, "I say, you are just a defeated opponent yet you are still acting so arrogantly, isn't that a bit too much?"

Ma Wei's face turned ugly, he shook his head: "I'm not an expert in fighting, it's not strange for me to lose to you."

Chu Hao was startled, this man actually knew how to comfort himself with such a reason. In this day and age, if one did not compete in martial arts, how could one compete in sabers and swords? Isn't this a joke!

Ma Wei reached out his hand, "Please."

"…"

Chu Hao shook his head, he knew that he could not avoid this matter, and said fiercely: "Alright, then I, Chu, will accompany you in your training, but if anything happens to you, I will not be responsible."

"Sabers and swords do not have eyes. Life and death are determined by fate!"

Finished, Ma Wei entered the car first.

Chu Hao coldly snorted as he followed his into the car.

He was being bold with his skills, and was not afraid that Ma Wei would do something behind his back, as long as Ma Wei did not aim machine gun cannons at him, he did not care about the number of people who came.

Ma Wei drove the car to a factory on the outskirts of the city.

Stepping into the hall, Zhang Xuan saw that it was extremely spacious. On both sides of the hall, there were numerous weapons, swords, spears, swords, swords, and all sorts of weapons were placed there.

This was the appearance of a martial arts building.

Chu Hao seemed to be curious about the baby's appearance, he looked around, and knocked on the weapon, "Yo, are these all real goods?"

Honestly speaking, this was the first time in his life that he had seen so many weapons. He had never even heard of so many weapons being of strange shapes and shapes.

Ma Wei nodded, "Of course it's true, these weapons have all been used before. Although it could not be said to be a Blood Seal Throat, it was still considered a superior weapon. I won't take advantage of you, you can choose your own weapon. "

"There's no need to use these things, is there?"

Chu Hao bit his tongue. This Ma Wei was f * cking risking his life!

Ma Wei shook his head, "I am not good at fighting."

Chu Hao looked around in the blink of an eye and his eyes lit up, "You really want me to choose randomly?"

"As you wish."

Ma Wei said arrogantly.

When using a weapon, he had absolute confidence in himself. This was because he had spent most of his life on it. It wouldn't be excessive to say that he was using a weapon.

"Alright." Chu Hao walked over.

Ma Wei was curious, he had seen Chu Hao's techniques before, but he did not know what kind of weapon Chu Hao usually used.

Chu Hao walked to the wall, his eyes was full of smiles, he extended his leg and raised a hook, causing a large hammer to be kicked into the air.

Ma Wei was dumbstruck.

As he landed, Chu Hao caught it, put it on, and nodded in satisfaction. "This is not bad."

The corner of Ma Wei's mouth twitched, he never thought that Chu Hao's strength was so strong, it was simply as if he was joking. The sledgehammer in Chu Hao's hands was called the Eight-edged Golden Cucumber. With a short sledgehammer in each hand, the weight of each hammer was around sixty kilograms.

But not only was Ma Wei not afraid, he had a weird look on his face.

His most commonly used weapon was a flexible sword at his waist, commonly known as a belt sword. It was famous for being caught off guard. The lightness and speed of the flexible sword against the heavy sledgehammer, everyone knew the difference between good and bad.

Chu Hao brought the two hammers to Ma Wei's side and asked: "Tell me, how do you want to fight?"

Ma Wei's face was calm, he pulled out his flexible sword and extended his hand out, "Please."

Chu Hao could not help but ask: "You really want to fight? I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the primordial power in my body, so I used the two hammers to beat you to death and cause trouble for myself. "

In truth, he had never used these weapons before. The meaning of choosing the large hammer was very clear, it was to let Ma Wei know the difficulties of retreating, but not only did Ma Wei not retreat, he actually still had to fight. Could it be that he was so impatient to die?

"Hmph, stop speaking sarcastically. In a battle of weapons, I, Ma Wei have never been afraid of anyone. Watch this!"

With that said, Ma Wei's flexible sword twisted like a silver snake and attacked.

"The heck, he actually launched a sneak attack!"

Chu Hao screamed in shock as he raised his hammers to block in front of him.

Ma Wei's hands darkened, he lowered his body, only to see the sword that was straight at him suddenly bending down, and piercing towards Chu Hao's waist.

Chu Hao's eyes immediately widened, as he did not know how to respond, and could only move backwards.

Ma Wei was unrelenting with his actions, he pointed his foot forward, and looked as if he would not rest until he had achieved his goal.

"Hah!"

Chu Hao roared out, and then smashed the two hammers down heavily in front of him.

Ma Wei's mouth curved into a smile, he stopped his steps and retracted his sword. Chu Hao's hammers struck the air, his body bent forward, and his legs staggered.

How could Ma Wei let go of such a good opportunity? The soft sword slashed across, straight into Chu Hao's hands.

Chu Hao was startled, he immediately threw away his hammers and retreated, barely dodging the sword.

"This sledgehammer of yours is way too useless!" While they were talking, Ma Wei's attacks still did not stop.

Chu Hao could only dodge left and right. He was indeed strong, but he was still of flesh and blood. If the soft sword were to stab him a few times, he would probably have more holes in his body.

After dodging for a while, Chu Hao became flustered and quickly shouted: "Stop, I admit defeat, ok?!"

Ma Wei's soft sword struck directly, and said: "Once you are on the stage, no one will ever admit defeat, unless one of you falls, you will never be able to stand up again!"

"F * ck!"

Chu Hao could not help but curse. Damn, if he knew Ma Wei was so unreasonable, he would not have agreed to a duel. He would have just directly hammered Ma Wei to death with two fists.

Chu Hao had already been forced into a corner after retreating for a few steps. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the weapons on the shelves.

Ma Wei naturally saw through it, the flexible sword instantly attacked to the side of the shelf, blocking Chu Hao's hope.

"Humph!"

Chu Hao snorted coldly, he kicked the shelves, causing the shelves to instantly fall down as if they were weightless. Ma Wei immediately dodged to the side.

Chu Hao's feet touched the ground, and with a flip of his hand, a spear appeared in his hand. He stood there quietly, staring at Ma Wei.

Ma Wei's expression immediately darkened, the flexible sword in his hand was most afraid of encountering a long weapon!

"I allowed you to do so before, but you didn't know what was good for you. Now, it's my turn!"

With that said, Chu Hao raised his spear with both hands and with a tap of his feet, he leapt into the air and then smashed down heavily.

Ma Wei did not dare to take it head on, and could only dodge to the side.

"Pah!"

The long spear smashed into the ground, producing a loud sound.

Chu Hao did not care about his numb hands, and swept his long spear horizontally, causing Ma Wei to only be able to jump lightly into the air.

Chu Hao leapt up and kicked Ma Wei's body.

Ma Wei fell to the ground in a flash, his bones breaking into pieces. When he managed to stabilize himself, a spear was already at his throat.

Victory had been decided!

Chu Hao asked coldly: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Ma Wei's face was dejected, he never expected that even after using the flexible sword that he had used for so many years, he still lost to Chu Hao, but that was the truth, and said unwillingly: I have lost.

"Humph!"

Chu Hao snorted, threw away the spear casually, and turned to leave haughtily.