128: Chapter 125 A Shot Cuts a Line, Eagle Strike is Ruthless and Deadly

These dozen or so people were clearly worlds apart from those Gang members.

They were certainly not street thugs involved in brawls, swarming and fighting chaotically; once their Aura was suppressed by the opponent, they would immediately crumble.

From the moment they engaged, this group showed exceptional discipline, moving in and out with order and agility, clearly having undergone professional training.

Even though many of them had deceptive physical appearances, the eyes that were clearly different from ordinary people told Li Changsheng that any one of them could easily take down four or five regular people.

Moreover, Li Changsheng knew very well that given his own physical constitution—whether in strength, agility, or stamina—he could easily handle a fight against twenty or thirty street thugs anywhere.

Because thugs have absolutely no discipline; their fights are just a jumbled mess, and they are easily scared out of their wits.

But right now, even though several had died, this group's formation showed no signs of panic; they not only stood their ground but were also closing in methodically.

Their positioning was very characteristic of the old wartime era: a triangular formation, with one on each side of the corridor and two in the middle, spreading out to almost encompass the entire semicircle directly in front of Li Changsheng.

And once the fighting started, weapons would occasionally strike out from the middle of the group at Li Changsheng, like a human wall constantly pressing in on him.

Being surrounded like this, and seeing them neither flinching nor fleeing despite the bloody scene, Li Changsheng either had to take them all down or turn and run.

This was no different from a battlefield. It was the same on the battlefield; ancient legions that truly formed battle arrays, equipped with long spears, possessed such a fearless spirit that even iron cavalry could not break through their formations.

Why was it that in ancient warfare, one had to face cavalry with elite troops? Only true infantry elites—veterans hardened by long periods on the battlefield—had the nerves of steel to withstand the terrifying psychological pressure when cavalry charged their lines.

And even then, the fear brought by cavalry remained immense. Once some elites suffered losses to a certain degree, their psychological defenses would collapse, which also signaled the collapse of the entire defensive line.

"If you want to break the situation, then fight your way through!"

Li Changsheng knew very well that if he fought empty-handed, he was bound to take many hits from blades and clubs; injury was a certainty.

As the saying goes, one inch longer means one inch stronger; this is especially evident on the battlefield.

After all, if you count all the famous ancient generals, have you ever seen many who used short weapons?

They were either like Guan Yu, with his long-handled broadsword, or like Zhao Yun and Lu Bu, with their long spears and halberds, or perhaps some special weapons, such as chain hammers; such blades were equally lethal.

As for Liu Bei wielding a long sword while fighting Lu Bu with the other two heroes, that is purely a fabrication of the romance novel; it's fine to read it for entertainment, but don't take it seriously.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as large hammers or double-bladed axes, but those were rare and usually required someone with an exceptionally robust physique and exaggerated stamina, and the weapons forged had to be sufficiently large.

Because only by being large enough could they block the various surrounding attacks in the battle array.

As for modern times, there were indeed Big Knife Squads when the Xia Kingdom clashed with the Japanese cavalry, but that belonged to modern warfare. Moreover, by that time, it was usually small-scale cavalry skirmishes; there were no large-scale cold weapon clashes. And when cold weapon clashes did occur back then, it was because they had no other choice and were forced into close-quarters combat.

Most of the time, it was still infantry combat, and the fighting style was very chaotic, clashing in trenches or alleys; in these situations, long-handled weapons were not as useful as short weapons.

"Hah!"

Li Changsheng let out a violent shout, his tongue exploding like a spring thunderclap, the hum and ha sounds resonating from his chest and abdomen like Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound.

Man and spear formed a single line; with a flick of the spear tip, he moved and the spear thrust out, his feet stepping along the center line as he lunged straight at the people in front of him.

This move of Li Changsheng's was nothing extraordinary; it was simply the Middle-Flat Spear found in many spear techniques.

There is a saying regarding common weapons: the saber is like a fierce tiger, the sword is like a swimming Dragon, the staff sweeps a wide area, and the spear strikes a straight line.

This was the most correct judgment he could make after assessing the current situation; it was absolutely impossible to clear out the enemies he saw around him step by step.

After all, if this were flat, open terrain, and he had a real great spear in his hand and a horse, Li Changsheng would be confident in emulating the fierce generals of old. Even against a hundred-man troop, he could ride in and out seven times; not to mention taking on a hundred enemies, fighting his way through would not be a problem.

But right now, he needed to break the formation by focusing on a single point.

Puchi!

One spear thrust, two points rapidly; two sprays of blood exploded within the crowd. The spear tip flicked again, sweeping left and right, knocking the two people who had taken the opportunity to get close against the wall.

The Middle-Flat Spear is the king of spears; it doesn't guard against high, low, far, or near. It doesn't block high, it doesn't parry low; the central thrust is hard to block or parry.

Li Changsheng's speed was extremely fast, and the spear tip in his hand emphasized speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy, bringing the characteristics of spear technique—going like an arrow, returning like a thread, pointing at the head, wrinkling the face, and stabbing without being seen—to the fullest.

Pa!

However, after stabbing and wounding seven or eight people, the capability of this mop-handle spear reached its limit.

After all, this was not the material of a real great spear; the wood used for a great spear must have elasticity and toughness.

And this mop handle was clearly too brittle; after flicking away a man holding a knife, the wooden stick snapped completely.

Li Changsheng's spear technique was indeed vicious; to kill the enemy as quickly as possible, he always targeted vital points.

But there were simply too many enemies around him. Sometimes, to block the enemies rushing in from both sides, he could only use whipping strikes to disrupt their attacks.

The key issue was that the space was not open enough. The advantage of long-handled weapons lies in movement; constantly maintaining distance to perform thrusts is the best choice.

Even in cavalry combat, one must constantly charge back and forth on horseback to achieve maximum lethality and strike a blow to the enemy's Aura.

The moment the spear snapped, six or seven cold, gleaming kitchen cleavers came hacking down at Li Changsheng.

The whistling sound of wind was incessant in his ears.

Li Changsheng hurriedly used the half-section of the wooden stick to block left and right. It was worthy of being an Advanced hotel; the kitchenware was truly exquisite.

The wooden stick was quickly chopped into several pieces. When only the last section remained, Li Changsheng immediately threw it out, while simultaneously pulling with one hand, causing his suit jacket to quickly shroud several of the cleavers like a large flag.

It was extremely fast and quickly entangled the cleavers. However, before Li Changsheng could pull hard to snatch the cleavers away, the suit was shredded by the sharpness of the blades.

As expected, movies are all deceptive; the sharpness of these Advanced kitchen cleavers would definitely be considered a divine weapon in ancient times.

However, Li Changsheng didn't pay much attention to it. The moment his coat was shredded, he released his hands a step early and quickly reached out, his fists opening like a tiger entering a pack of wolves. His hands rose and flipped like a whip, then tore and pulled down like hooks, specifically targeting their faces.

His five fingers spread rapidly, like iron hooks, resembling the sharp claws of an eagle, slamming into a person's face, his fingers instantly digging into the eyes and flesh.

The next moment, two of them were seen wailing as they collapsed to the ground, a large chunk of flesh torn from their faces, leaving them a bloody mess.

It was clearly the Xingyi Eagle Claw!

And this hand movement of hooking, pulling, and dragging carried the meaning of the Xinyiba "Hating the Sky for Having No Handle." The core of Xinyiba is to grasp that viciousness of "Hating the Sky for Having No Handle," and this grab was just like an eagle catching its prey.

No matter how cunning you are like a rabbit, you cannot escape from the eagle's claws!

This is also an extremely vicious move in Xingyi.