Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Fists Strike a Million Thieves—Chief Zhang Feiyan

Zhang Feiyan uses both spear and saber.

But the saber is merely a sidearm.

It’s clear that he excels in spear technique.

Those who use spears know that the Spear God is not strange.

At this moment, Zhang Feiyan sees Zhao Zilong casually stepping out, surprisingly a high disciple of Tong Yuan, and amidst his shock, he can’t help but curse his bad luck.

He initially wanted to play it off with Ding Ling, to test Ding Ling’s level for future convenience.

Unexpectedly, he was instead sized up by Ding Ling.

He finds himself with a thorny problem.

Either Ding Ling or Zhao Zilong could easily challenge the top performers in the army!

Especially Ding Ling, whose combat power is astonishing!

To know that Lei Gong’s strength is the greatest in the army, except for him and Zhang Baiqi!

But even so, in straightforward confrontation, his weapon was knocked flying within just one move!

Ding Ling’s strength is apparent!

Moreover, Ding Ling’s saber technique is swift as lightning, ethereal like clouds! Quite extraordinary! To defeat Ding Ling is even more difficult than defeating Zhao Zilong!

Two such masters!

Plus their troops behind them!

If Ding Ling gives the order to attack now, surrounding and killing them,

Zhang Feiyan would most likely die here.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feiyan feels a chill!

This time he truly starts to worry.

Before, he had the confidence to come forward, thinking Ding Ling’s combat power was at most on par with his, while he had dozens of leaders, all second-class generals, and Zhang Baiqi further assisting from afar, reaching a first-class general level.

With such meticulous planning.

How could Ding Ling possibly overpower him?

But now he has no confidence at all!

So, when he sees Zhao Zilong again take the initiative to challenge the warriors, he coughs softly and sighs:

”Since you are a disciple of the Spear God, it is normal for us to not be able to match you. Let’s spare ourselves the embarrassment here.”

He looks at Ding Ling:

”General Ding just needs to return Li Damu and the others immediately, and we’ll leave at once. I assure you here, I will absolutely not conduct raids around Changshan County anymore.”

”Alright.”

Ding Ling waves his hand.

Immediately, soldiers escort Li Damu and the others over.

Li Damu and his group hang their heads, not daring to look Zhang Feiyan in the eye.

”I hope Leader Zhang keeps his word.”

Ding Ling says loudly:

”Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind ascending Black Mountain once.”

”...”

Zhang Feiyan’s mouth twitches a couple of times, nods, and starts to leave.

Ding Ling suddenly speaks:

”Leader Zhang, I’ve heard your lightweight skill is outstanding, and your kung fu with fists and feet is remarkable. Why don’t we have a competition?”

”This...”

Zhang Feiyan pauses, unsure how to respond to Ding Ling’s request.

Refusing would certainly damage his prestige.

Agreeing, winning would be good, but losing would equally damage his prestige.

His head hurts.

Regarding this impetuous visit to see Ding Ling, he feels he shouldn’t have come.

But if he didn’t, it would similarly cause internal discord within the Black Mountain Army, a problem not easily handled.

He decides, in the future, he should probably stay away from someone as prickly as Ding Ling, not worth provoking!

”Does Leader Zhang not dare?”

The reason Ding Ling challenges,

is suddenly remembering the progress bar of the Path of the War God, seemingly needing challenges against more than 20 plane experts, and the more the better.

Zhang Feiyan is definitely a plane expert, or he wouldn’t have climbed to the position of a great commander in the bandits’ nest, leading a million Black Mountain Army and not afraid to stand against Yuan Shao and others!

”Alright!”

Zhang Feiyan is a hot-blooded, bold, combative general, just restrained from personally making a move after being a commander for too long, now provoked by Ding Ling, he can no longer hold back, giving orders to let others take his saber and spear.

He removes his helmet, clad in armor, leaps off his horse, and with several bounds, crosses fifty meters like a gust of wind, standing in the center, looking at Ding Ling:

”Barehanded melee—I, Zhang Feiyan, have never lost since I was a child! If General Ding dares, you can come over and try.”

”Alright.”

Ding Ling laughs heartily, also having his weapons and helmet taken by others.

Similarly wearing a full set of General Armor, activating the Wall-Climbing Technique and Agile Power, with one step, he floats across dozens of meters, several steps akin to lightning, swiftly flying and standing before Zhang Feiyan.

Zhang Feiyan stiffens internally, praising:

”What a graceful technique, what high agility!”

He is quite shocked:

”As far as I know, those skilled in body techniques in the world are mostly street rogues. Due to various reasons, their techniques are mostly lost to the river of history, not passed down. Where did you learn such a remarkable technique?”

”It was passed to me by a predecessor.”

Ding Ling assumes the starting posture of Mantis Fist:

”Leader Zhang, please!”

”Mantis Fist.”

Zhang Feiyan’s pupils contract: ”Great success appearing flawed, great skill appearing clumsy, seemingly full of gaps yet intricately perfect to the extreme! This realm can be considered transformation realm mastery!”

His heart rises up, knowing he’s encountering a true master in fist and foot kung fu.

He really can’t imagine why someone as young as Ding Ling, skilled in weapon arts and horse skills, would also be so adept in ground combat, fists, and the Dao of Light Body, simply frightening.

He’s extremely vigilant, also assuming a starting posture.

Indeed, it is the Wild Bull Skill passed down from Zhang Niujiao!

The two set their stances.

And mutually charge toward each other with great understanding.

Boom, boom, boom!

Zhang Feiyan and Ding Ling, both, with Wild Bull Skill, once engaged with Technique and Body Technique, resemble charging mad bulls, fiercely and ominously to the extreme. Ordinary people hit by his fists would feel like being hit by a bull’s horns, with fracturing bones at the least!

Every punch and kick feels wild and fierce, with faint sounds of bull roaring, a manifestation of the Wild Bull Skill’s great success.

Ding Ling’s Mantis Fist flashes continuously, lively and dynamic to the extreme, each strike aimed directly at the opponent’s vital points, akin to a mantis catching cicadas, swift and sudden yet bold and courageous.

Once the two clash, they quickly exchange several moves, making the void boom with sound.

The sound is so loud.

It once echoes past the ears of both armies.

Both armies are wide-eyed, watching intently, silently cheering and urging their respective general (leader)!

”Kongmen Fist!”

Ding Ling’s fist changes, suddenly shifting to a grand and elegant yet fiercely murderous powerful fist technique!

This fist technique is more upright and intense!

Every punch can produce explosive crackling sound.

Every time Zhang Feiyan and Ding Ling’s fists collide, it makes them grimace, their hands hurt.

What Zhang Feiyan doesn’t know is, Ding Ling is actually holding back by thirty percent.

If not, delivering all-out blows, Zhang Feiyan might be knocked down by Ding Ling within three moves.

Ding Ling isn’t going all-out, wanting to increase his practical experience in fist and feet.

After all, his experience in this area is almost zero.

And lacks strong enough experts for practice!

Now, finally encountering one Zhang Feiyan, Ding Ling naturally doesn’t want to defeat him so quickly.

He needs him as a whetting stone.