bullyxtreme Chapter 357 Yao Jin: With me here, even the Heavenly King himself can't get into the Li family.
Chapter 357 Yao Jin: With me here, even the Heavenly King himself can't get into the Li family.
But why are the two people in charge of recruiting soldiers idiots?
One was munching on dried meat, while the other stood by, lost in thought.
Looking at his attire and his silver spear, can't you tell he's no ordinary person?
Jiang Song took a deep breath to suppress the irritation in his heart.
He's here to do serious business, not to argue with two idiots.
"What skills do you have?"
Cheng Yaojin finally finished eating the piece of jerky and slowly asked.
He had already made his decision.
If this Jiang Song is not even as good as himself, then he will keep him as an ordinary soldier, who won't cause any trouble.
If someone is more capable than you, then you should definitely send them away!
Such a master is a menace to the Li family and a hindrance to the imperial court.
"I am somewhat proficient in marksmanship."
Jiang Song spoke truthfully, his tone calm and without a hint of boasting.
But when he said those four words, "slightly proficient," he always carried a kind of confidence that made people grit their teeth.
"Oh?"
Cheng Yaojin raised an eyebrow, grinned, and gave a meaningful smile.
"I used to know a fool who also boasted about his excellent marksmanship."
What was his name again... Oh, Yuwen Chenglong.
That guy always carries around a silver spear, telling everyone he's the White Dragon of the Waves, but once he's on the battlefield, he just keeps stabbing people in the waist.
You Junda couldn't help but laugh out loud, quickly covering his mouth as his shoulders trembled.
Jiang Song's expression changed slightly.
He considered himself to have a good temperament and not easily angered.
For those who practice martial arts, the first priority is to cultivate their mind; those who are restless and impatient will find it difficult to achieve great things.
But when he faced this fat man, he had an urge to stab him with a gun.
"I am not boasting..."
Jiang Song gritted his teeth, trying his best to keep his tone calm.
"Oh? Not just boasting?"
Cheng Yaojin stood up, kicked his chair back, and stretched his shoulders.
"Then let's compare ourselves and see what you're really made of."
If you win, you stay.
If you lose, go back to where you came from.
He stretched out his hand, and two soldiers immediately joined forces to lift out a Bagua Xuanhua axe.
The axe was incredibly heavy, its blade larger than a human face, and its edge gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Ordinary people wouldn't even be able to lift it, let alone use it.
Cheng Yaojin caught the axe with one hand, twirled it in his hand with great speed and power.
His relaxed demeanor made it seem as if he were holding not a weapon weighing a hundred pounds, but a fire poker.
"I humbly request your guidance, General."
Jiang Song, holding a silver spear, bowed respectfully.
His movements were perfect, without a single flaw.
But Cheng Yaojin saw a hint of impatience in his eyes, the kind of impatience that said, "I don't want to waste my time with you."
"Take this!"
Cheng Yaojin didn't hold back and swung his axe to chop at the target.
Despite his size, he was incredibly agile, moving with lightning speed. He swung his axe straight at Jiang Song's forehead, both swift and ruthless!
The axe blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Jiang Song slightly turned his body, raised his silver spear, and held the shaft horizontally above his head, steadily catching the axe blow.
"clang!"
The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew everywhere.
Jiang Song's expression changed instantly.
It wasn't just surprise, it was shock.
This fat man was much stronger than he had imagined!
He had thought Cheng Yaojin was just a good-for-nothing, but he didn't expect that the force of that axe blow would make his arm go numb slightly.
If you underestimate your opponent, you may suffer serious injury or even lose your life.
Cheng Yaojin succeeded with his axe strike, and then unleashed a barrage of attacks.
The first axe blow—to the head!
The second axe blow, the little devil picks his teeth!
The third axe blow: cleaning the ears!
The fourth axe...
The fifth axe...
The signature skills he learned from the old immortal were now being used by Cheng Yaojin in quick succession, with lightning speed.
Jiang Song evaded several moves, his figure moving as elusive as a ghost.
Each time, he barely managed to avoid the axe blade; his robes fluttered in the wind from the axe, but not even the edges were grazed.
After giving way for another ten or so moves, Cheng Yaojin's axe momentum was exhausted, and his moves paused briefly.
It was in that very moment!
Jiang Song flicked his silver spear, and the spear tip, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, struck first despite being behind, accurately hitting the axe handle.
"clang!"
Cheng Yaojin felt a tremendous force coming from the axe handle, his tiger's mouth went numb, and the Bagua Xuanhua axe flew out of his hand.
It tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily into the ground several meters away, the axe handle humming and vibrating.
Cheng Yaojin stared blankly at his empty hands for a moment.
He looked up at Jiang Song.
Jiang Song had already put away his gun and stood there, his expression normal and his breathing steady, as if the battle just now was nothing more than a casual occurrence.
Cheng Yaojin's heart skipped a beat.
broken!
This guy is exceptionally skilled.
He had seen many people who used guns.
Luo Cheng's Five-Hook Divine Flying Silver Spear was sharp and ruthless.
Yuwen Chenglong's silver spear was cunning and treacherous.
But even if those two people were combined, they probably wouldn't be a match for Jiang Song in front of them.
"General, you flatter me."
Jiang Song sheathed his silver spear, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said.
His tone remained calm, without a trace of pride.
"Old Cheng, why did you actually let him win?"
You Junda leaned closer and said in a low voice.
After all, Cheng Yaojin was one of the top figures in the Li family, how could he possibly lose so easily?
"I'm not feeling well today."
Cheng Yaojin casually made up an excuse, bent down to pick up the Xuanhua axe from the ground, and handed it to the soldier next to him.
But he was thinking about something else.
Jiang Song's abilities are too great, far beyond his control.
If he were to actually join the Li family, given Li Shimin's eagerness to find talented individuals, he would surely be entrusted with important responsibilities.
At that time, the Li family will have gained another powerful general.
No, we have to get rid of them.
"May I ask if we can register now? I have something else I need to see the Second Young Master about."
Jiang Song planted the silver spear in the ground, took out a piece of dry rations from his pocket, and asked while eating them.
He was starving after traveling for so many days.
Cheng Yaojin's eyes darted around, and an idea immediately came to him.
"Who did you say? Second Young Master? Did you come here specifically to seek refuge with him?"
"Exactly."
Jiang Song also had his own purpose in coming here.
Although Luo Yi is a person of poor character and has let his mother down.
But no matter what, he's still his father.
Luo Yi was harmed by Qin Qiong, and he was determined to avenge this.
He knew he couldn't fight alone, so he went to join the Li family, who were fighting against Qin Qiong.
"You think you're worthy? Who is the Second Young Master? He's a dragon among men, not someone you can just see whenever you want!"
Cheng Yaojin tilted his head back, looked down at people, and had a disdainful smile on his lips.
His tone was condescending and full of contempt; his arrogant and disdainful manner didn't seem like an act at all.
Yu Junda chimed in from the side:
"That's right! The Second Young Master is so busy with important matters, how could he have time to see an insignificant like you?"
"Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? What kind of person are you!"
Jiang Song's face darkened, and his fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the silver spear.
"Although I am a nobody, I do have some skills."
It seems rumors are just rumors and shouldn't be taken seriously. Goodbye!
After saying that, he twirled the silver spear in his hand and strode out.
Cheng Yaojin and You Junda exchanged a glance, both seeing the word "success" in each other's eyes.