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Che Zhou was in the ring and couldn't hear Zhang Fei's discussion. He really didn't realize how powerful Zhao Yun was. He was working hard to attack, hoping to defeat Zhao Yun.
However, after attacking more than ten times in a row, each attack was from a different angle, but Zhao Yun was repulsed in the same way each time. Each time he shot out a spear, and each shot was aimed at the same position.
It made Che Zhou so angry that he vomited blood. No matter how he moved, Zhao Yun always used one move back and forth, knocking him back cleanly without any more entanglement with him.
"Damn it!"
Che Zhou was furious. He felt like he was a clown standing on top, making the people below laugh.
To be honest, this fight was not good to watch, because Zhao Yun's counterattacks were all the same moves, and the scene was neither showy nor intense.
As for Che Zhou, the intensity is intense, but the thunder is loud and the raindrops are light. Every time he goes up, it looks very fierce and majestic, but Zhao Yun defeats it with an understatement, which makes the audience feel extremely uncomfortable.
The game is no longer exciting, and many people are dissatisfied. Most of them are people under Liu Zhe's rule. Zhao Yun is one of his own, so naturally he cannot boo.
And they know how powerful Zhao Yun is. If the competition is not exciting, then it is just rubbish in the carriage, and they cannot force Zhao Yun's strength.
So, the people below began to boo the chariots.
Hearing the boos below, Che Zhou was startled for a moment. When had he ever encountered such bold people?
Diaomin!
Che Zhou was furious and immediately defined the people who booed him.
Listening to the boos below, as well as the scoldings and greetings mixed in, Che Zhou vaguely understood why he was being booed.
"Made!"
Che Zhou cursed in his heart, how dare you say that I am incompetent?
Looking at the calm Zhao Yun across from him, Che Zhou gasped, gritted his teeth, and continued to attack.
"Snapped!"
It was the same move again, and the chariot took five steps back.
"Huhu"
Che Zhou was panting. He was attacking continuously throughout the whole process. His physical exertion was huge. His clothes were soaked with sweat. They were sticky and very uncomfortable.
On the other hand, Zhao Yun didn¡¯t sweat at all, he was exactly the same as when he first stepped into the ring.
After so many rounds, Che Zhou already knew that he was no match for Zhao Yun, but he was not convinced.
After fighting for more than ten rounds, he was almost gasping for breath, but Zhao Yun still stood still.
He was neither convinced nor willing to give in. He knew that he was not Zhao Yun's opponent, but he didn't want to go on like this. If Zhao Yun still stood there from beginning to end, he would be embarrassed and humiliated.
Therefore, Che Zhou¡¯s mentality changed. From the initial mentality of wanting to defeat Zhao Yun, it changed to wanting Zhao Yun to move, or at least leave the place where he was.
Unknowingly, Che Zhou was shocked by Zhao Yun's strength. The definition of victory in his mind was not to defeat Zhao Yun, but to win this victory.
His current definition of winning is that as long as Zhao Yun is forced to move, even a little bit, it is victory.
Although the definition of victory before and after is different, it is equally difficult for Che Zhou. It is difficult to defeat Zhao Yun, and it is also very difficult to force Zhao Yun to move.
But compared to defeating Zhao Yun, Che Zhou felt that it was much easier to force Zhao Yun to move.
So, Che Zhou took a deep breath, resisted the fatigue of his body, and struck out with the wooden sword again.
This time, Che Zhou had made up his mind and focused on attacking Zhao Yun's lower body and Zhao Yun's feet.
"Die!"
The chariot roared angrily, and the wooden knife almost touched the ground and cut into Zhao Yun's feet.
"Snapped!"
A wooden gun appeared in the sight of the chariot, as if condescending, a shot was stabbed from above, and it accurately hit the knife shaft again.
The wooden knife on the carriage suddenly seemed to be nailed by a nail, and the wooden knife was firmly pierced into the ground.
"Damn it!"
Che Zhou was furious. Although he knew it was not that easy, he still felt very unhappy because someone had so easily neutralized his attack.
Cha Zhou pulled out the wooden sword. Due to the angle, Cha Zhou was not forced to move away after receiving the force. However, for the sake of safety, Cha Zhou took the initiative to take two steps back and put a little distance away from Zhao Yun.
After taking two steps back, Che Zhou launched another attack.
This time it was towards Zhao Yun¡¯s knee.Last time, it was even worse this time.
After Zhao Yun stabbed his wooden knife with a wooden spear, the powerful force shook Che Zhou's hands and he could not hold the weapon, and the wooden knife fell to the ground.
"Ha ha"
The embarrassed appearance of the carriage made the people around laugh out loud. Everyone was like looking at a clown, which made them very happy.
"Damn it!"
Che Zhou screamed angrily and his weapon was knocked down. This was a very shameful thing for the general. At this moment, Che Zhou wanted to get under the ring and hide away from anyone.
On the battlefield, if you lose your weapon, you lose your life. If it is on the battlefield, the chariot is already a corpse at this time.
"Can you die if you move?"
Che Zhou simply jumped out, picked up the wooden knife, roared and rushed towards Zhao Yun.
"I don't believe I can't force you"
Cha Zhou roared angrily and almost threw himself at Zhao Yun, hoping to force Zhao Yun to move.
However, he was still too naive. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com