Because of the bet, Han Lang and Zhao Wu met head-on within the top four, drawing the attention of most onlookers. Even veterans like Huang Yuhua and Liu Xiaoxiao specially came to watch.
"Hey, Old Huang. Both of them are your soldiers, which one do you think has a better chance of winning?"
Huang Yuhua was somewhat taken aback.
He knew very well that after his seclusion ended, there was no significant difference between Han Lang and Zhao Wu in the test results.
From an objective perspective, like everyone else, he believed Zhao Wu, with the advantage of spiritual artifacts and techniques, had a better chance.
However, in his eyes, Zhao Wu's personality was that of a very typical new recruit. To Huang Yuhua, who had seen countless people, he could see through Zhao Wu at a glance, with almost no unexpected outcomes.
But what about Han Lang?
Although his skill level was lower than Zhao Wu's, Huang Yuhua always felt he was very mysterious.
Therefore, regarding their bet, he had greater expectations and hopes for Han Lang from a personal emotional standpoint.
Now faced with such a question from a comrade, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer, so he awkwardly tossed the question to Liu Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao, what do you think about this?"
Liu Xiaoxiao's judgment on this matter was not as indecisive as Huang Yuhua's. She replied directly.
"In my opinion, this match should be without suspense. Han Lang will definitely advance smoothly to the finals."
Seeing her so confident, everyone was naturally puzzled.
"Why is that? Xiaoxiao. What is your basis for favoring Han Lang, who is less skilled?"
Liu Xiaoxiao certainly wouldn't tell everyone that she had sparred with Han Lang before, so she just replied impatiently.
"Just a personal opinion! There's no basis!"
Seeing Liu Xiaoxiao's aloof demeanor again, everyone understood that it was probably impossible to get anything out of her at this moment. So, they all had to shut their mouths and stop talking, focusing their attention on the current battle.
After a few casual remarks from them, Han Lang and Zhao Wu on the stage had already taken their stances.
Zhao Wu's expression was somewhat solemn. From his perspective, although he was confident in fighting Han Lang, the bet put immense pressure on him.
He didn't want to capsize in the gutter and become a laughingstock of the entire recruit camp.
In contrast, Han Lang appeared extremely relaxed.
Ever since he could control six golden needles simultaneously, Zhao Wu, a cultivator only half a step stronger than him, no longer posed a threat.
However, he did not become arrogant or look down on Zhao Wu because of this.
As Tang Geng had said, Zhao Wu came from a cultivation family, and it was possible that he had hidden some desperate killing moves during the battle.
Such moves might become the key to deciding this match later.
As the referee gave the order, the battle officially began!
Zhao Wu didn't hesitate at all. He immediately stepped forward and charged towards Han Lang.
However, facing Zhao Wu's fierce offensive, Han Lang remained as still as a mountain.
Three golden needles flew up with a "buzz," instantly whistling towards Zhao Wu.
Zhao Wu was a little dismissive at first, but when he saw the trajectories of the three golden needles, his heart was greatly alarmed.
"This... are these different attack methods coming from three directions?"
Seeing through everything, he dared not be careless. He immediately flicked his right hand slightly, and an artifact resembling a bronze bell flew out of his storage ring. Soon, it transformed into a giant golden bronze bell, completely enveloping Zhao Wu. Its speed did not decrease at all as he pinched with two fingers, aiming directly for Han Lang's throat.
Han Lang was not flustered. He immediately controlled a golden needle to fly back quickly, heading straight for Zhao Wu's wrist.
Although the sound of the golden needle breaking through the wind was not loud, it was exceptionally clear in Zhao Wu's ears.
He had no choice but to give up the current offensive opportunity, retract his move, and dodge.
It was a moment of great speed!
As Zhao Wu's right hand just retracted, the golden needle passed between Han Lang and Zhao Wu.
However, Zhao Wu's strength was, after all, exceptionally formidable.
In this extremely short period, he was still able to follow closely behind the golden needle, using his left hand as a blade, and strike directly at Han Lang's neck.
Han Lang was slightly surprised. In his opinion, although Zhao Wu's cultivation was strong, he was, after all, a pampered young master from a prominent family.
His combat ability should not be strong.
But this move, in a flash, not only evaded Han Lang's counterattack but also grasped the combat advantage and quickly formulated the next move to defeat the enemy.
This was not something an ordinary person could easily do!
Of course, Han Lang was not to be outdone.
Although Zhao Wu's reaction was fast enough, Han Lang's response was not slow either.
He roared with spiritual energy in his arm and reached out to block with a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.
While blocking Zhao Wu's attack, the three golden needles also quickly returned to their positions, almost instantly, they all hovered in front of Zhao Wu.
"Swish swish swish!"
The three golden needles broke through the wind and whistled towards Zhao Wu's forehead and eyes.
Zhao Wu was stunned.
He quickly stepped back, and as his figure retreated rapidly, golden light erupted from his body, combined with the bell-shaped spiritual artifact, forming an impenetrable protective shield around him.
"Ding ding ding!"
Three clear ringing sounds.
The golden needles seemed to have struck something hard and metallic. About two inches in front of Zhao Wu, they could not advance any further.
Seeing this, Han Lang's expression became serious.
He was very aware of the power of the Shen Nong Imperial Needle Technique.
Although these golden needles were just ordinary gold and did not reach the level of spiritual artifacts.
However, with the enhancement of the Shen Nong Imperial Needle Technique, their power was no less than that of low-grade spiritual artifacts.
But now, not only could the golden needles not penetrate Zhao Wu's protective shield, but they also stopped several inches in front of Zhao Wu, making no progress.
This was almost impossible to achieve!
Thinking of this, Han Lang couldn't help but blurt out and ask.
"Your artifact, it's not a low-grade spiritual artifact, is it?"
"Hmph!" Zhao Wu sneered, "Low-grade spiritual artifact? You're thinking too simply! Haven't you heard of what the Brahma Gold Bell is?"
Brahma Gold Bell?
As soon as these words were spoken, before Han Lang could react, the crowd below the stage began to buzz with discussion.
"Brahma Gold Bell? Is it the Brahma Gold Bell, one of the legendary Ten Supreme Spiritual Artifacts in the cultivator world?"
"Holy cow! That's too awesome! You know, in this era, the Ten Supreme Spiritual Artifacts can be said to be the most outstanding artifacts on Blue Star!"
"Judging from its appearance and function, this seems to be true!"
"Whether it's true or false, that's not the question I'm most concerned about right now. What I'm most concerned about is Zhao Wu's true identity. Is he also closely related to the Ten Great Sects?"
"No need to doubt! Such rare and precious treasures as Supreme Spiritual Artifacts, apart from the Ten Great Sects and the Five Great Schools, what other forces have this capability!"
Listening to the babbling discussions from the crowd, Zhao Wu's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Indeed!
Due to his outstanding talent and background, besides being the proud son of the Zhao family in Star City, he was also an outer disciple of the Xuan Shuang Sect, one of the Ten Great Sects.
Before joining the special forces, his master deliberately gifted him his most prized spiritual artifact, the Brahma Gold Bell, to give him a better advantage.
Therefore, he was now shining brightly!
However, Han Lang appeared indifferent to all of this.
In the memories of the Medicine Venerable from another world, only high-grade immortal artifacts were recognized on the Li Chuan Continent, and only divine artifacts and above began to be ranked.
Therefore, he truly looked down upon the Brahma Gold Bell in Zhao Wu's hand at this moment.
"Heh, just a mere Supreme Spiritual Artifact, is it worth you being so proud? In my eyes, it's no different from scrap metal!"
Han Lang's words angered Zhao Wu.
He retorted with even more disdain.
"Hmph! I think you're just sour because you can't get it! Let alone the fact that Supreme Spiritual Artifacts are almost impossible to find in the cultivator world. Even if they were commonplace, they would still be much better than your few scrap golden needles!"