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Chapter 55 1v1! Let's have a one-on-one fight!

The Bagua formation's ability to weave in and out of this gap is just right.

However, the gap is extremely short, only enough for one person to squeeze through.

In other words, to break this formation, the attack must come from the inside, not the outside.

Lin Yan raised the command flag.

"Change formation! The original three-person teams are disbanded and become independent units. The offensive and defensive support within each three-person team remains the same, but they will not be paired with other teams. Each team should find the gap in the column in front of them and find an opportunity to insert themselves."

Xiong Kuo, who had just taken a sip of water, almost choked when he heard this tactic: "Single-group infiltration? That's too risky, three people from one group cutting into the middle of a twelve-person formation—"

"Precisely because it's dangerous," Lin Yan interrupted him, his eyes fixed on the field, "if even one gap in the horizontal formation is blocked, their entire formation will be unable to close down."

His command instantly changed the atmosphere on the field.

The twenty three-person teams that were just weaving in on the periphery scattered almost simultaneously.

Sun Dayong led his group, swaying back and forth three steps in front of the horizontal formation.

The sight of the swordsmen and shieldmen making them hesitate, unsure which way to face their shields.

Just as the opposing captain shouted "Change...", Sun Dayong suddenly ducked forward and slid into the gap between the two changing soldiers.

This is called sneaking in along the wall, without even touching the hem of his clothes.

Once it's inserted, it's no longer just peripheral harassment.

The trio fought back to back inside the formation, the wooden swords smearing white marks from the front of the formation directly onto the hem of the white robes.

In the stands, Cao Yan's gaze followed Lin Yan's command flag.

"The tactical change was quick enough."

A deputy commander next to him asked, somewhat puzzled, "But these groups have never been separated before. Will this work?"

Cao Yanzhong looked back at the field.

"Look at the left wing."

The three groups on the left wing inserted themselves into the gaps in the horizontal formation at different times, like three nails driven into a crack in the floor, which people outside could not pull out.

The row of twelve people was blocked by a group of people, making it impossible for the two rows in front and behind to turn around.

Fang Dahai's horizontal formation was originally intended to twist the sixty men into a single carrying pole, so that anyone who touched it would be beaten.

Now several thorns are stuck in the carrying pole, and he can't swing it anymore.

Fang Dahai noticed it from behind the formation, and his face immediately darkened.

"So I told you, this Lin Yan is not someone to be trifled with." He gripped his short halberd and personally stepped into the fray.

Fang Dahai's cultivation level is the second-grade True Qi Realm, and he was no joke from the moment he entered the arena.

Instead of going to Sun Dayong, he directly targeted the three-person team deepest in the front line—Zhang Dabiao's group.

These three were already deeply embedded, making it difficult for the support personnel on the outside to reach them.

Fang Dahai swept his halberd across, and Zhang Dabiao instinctively parried with his sword.

The short halberd, enhanced by his true energy, struck the wooden sword, sending him and the sword stumbling backward several steps, nearly tripping Old Zhou behind him.

"Disperse!"

Zhang Dabiao roared, and his men immediately scattered to both sides.

But it was still too slow.

Fang Dahai's speed was much faster than those in the Body Tempering Realm. He slashed off the white ash from the three people in succession, and the referee raised his flag: "Zhang Dabiao, Lao Zhou, and Xiao Ma are defeated."

Fang Dahai didn't stop, and rushed directly towards the second group on the left wing.

Lin Yan drew his sword from behind the formation.

This hundred-refined steel knife had been with him for almost a year, and the blade was covered with tiny nicks. Yesterday, he casually mentioned that he should get a new one, but today, with the battle situation so dire, he still drew it out.

When he entered, there were no command flags or slogans; he simply left Xiong Kuo with one sentence: "Continue commanding."

Fang Dahai was knocking Zhang Dabiao out and preparing to deal with the left-wing groups when he heard footsteps.

It didn't come from the side, it came from the front.

Lin Yan walked very fast, his bodyguard footwork was very light, but his pace was half a beat faster than usual.

Fang Dahai turned around, and the two looked at each other from ten steps apart.

"Commander Lin personally took part in the operation."

"You should have come down a long time ago. You're better than I expected."

Fang Dahai took off the other short halberd, held it in his hand, and then caught it. "But to be honest, your Eight-something Formation..." He paused, "is indeed not just for show."

Lin Yan didn't reply, holding the blade horizontally in front of him.

Fang Dahai made his move.

Two short halberds, imbued with true energy, slammed down, and Lin Yan raised his sword to parry.

A new notch appeared on the blade, and the rope wrapped around the handle loosened twice.

But he didn't retreat. Instead, he slashed back with his sword, using the fourth move of the [Mysterious Sword Technique], the slashing sword move.

Fang Dahai sidestepped.

The two exchanged seven or eight blows in the center of the training ground. Lin Yan used his nimble footwork to deflect Lin Yan's heavy blows each time, and then used the military's downward slashing sword technique to force Lin Yan to defend.

The moves themselves were unremarkable, but they all possessed the power expected of someone at the True Qi Realm. Wood chips and dust exploded around the two men's feet, leaving small white marks.

Fang Dahai glanced at his own formation out of the corner of his eye, and his heart began to tighten.

In the short time he was entangled in the fight with Lin Yan, his horizontal formation, which had been shattered by the solo team, was completely out of control.

After Lin Yan left the field, Xiong Kuo took the command flag and continued to send people in to penetrate the enemy's formation, just like before. Sun Dayong had even led his team across to the rear of Fang Dahai's central formation.

Less than half an hour into the battle, more than half of the sixty men in the Left Vanguard Battalion had been "killed".

Fang Dahai took a deep breath, forced Lin Yan back two steps, and at the same time leaped backward.

When he landed, he was no longer in his own half, but standing at the very edge of the entire training field, with the referee holding up his flag, hesitant about whether to call a stop.

At this moment, Fang Dahai suddenly grinned.

"Commander Lin, you've fought enough for this battle. But I'm here for you today."

He planted the two short halberds into the ground, took off the robe that represented the Left Vanguard Camp, leaving only a short brown robe, slapped his hands on his knees, raised his head again, and roared loudly at Lin Yan.

"Come on, stop challenging me. You and I will fight one-on-one. Whoever loses will withdraw from the martial arts competition with their own people."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then an uncontrollable murmur erupted from the stands.

Lin Yan didn't turn around to look at Xiong Kuo; he simply wiped the wood shavings off the knife.

"OK."

The two men's internal energy clashed, kicking up dust more than half a foot high. The nearby referee was forced to retreat three or four steps before he could see the field clearly again.

Fang Dahai, having lost his short halberd, used his fists instead.

His boxing style had no fancy moves; it was just the same set of fighting techniques taught in the army.

Straight punch, hook punch, advancing punch.

But with each punch he threw, it was as if he were going to smash a stone millstone. His true energy poured from his fist into the ground, and the cracks in the bluestone slab expanded from the center outwards.

Lin Yan's knife skills created afterimages.

He disassembled and used the nine forms of the [Mysterious Blade Technique], slashing down with one blade, cutting horizontally with another, and then cutting close to the body with yet another. He even incorporated a bit of the stubbornness that the Northern Barbarians showed when they went berserk and forcibly broke through their weaknesses.

Not daring to go too far, he only pressed a tiny bit inward the instant the blade touched Fang Dahai's arm armor.

Several shallow, rolled-up cuts were left on the surface of the armor.

It looks like it's been scratched by the claws of a wild animal.

Fang Dahai's fist also slammed into Lin Yan's left shoulder at the same time.