Tu Lei stood atop the viewing stand, his wound already bandaged, fists clenched in fury. How he wished it was him standing on that stage.
In this mont of public attention, he would fiercely defeat the arrogant Japanese Swordsman, bring glory to Huaxia, and beco a hero of his nation.
"Hmph, this Japanese is too arrogant. Brother Jin Lun will definitely teach him a harsh lesson."
Lin Yanran said angrily.
Ye Qingfeng, however, had a nonchalant expression. He couldn’t understand what the people from the Ti Pavilion were thinking; must be out of their minds.
This kind of guy who cos to provoke, they actually still let him onto the stage to compete. Just kill him outright; what’s the point of a competition?
Truly, the older they get, the more troubleso they beco.
Not a bit of the decisive killing spirit.
"Just killing these two directly, it’s simply idiotic." Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help but comnt.
How the Ti Pavilion handles matters, Ye Qingfeng thought, is unbelievably foolish.
"Hey, you, can you stop talking about killing all the ti? Brother Jin Lun will defeat this Japanese, that’s the proper way. It preserves our Huaxia’s etiquette and proves our Huaxia’s strength, and only this way avoids international disputes."
Lin Yanran said speechlessly, thinking Ye Qingfeng’s vicious energy was just too strong, always thinking of killing at the slightest incident.
"Proper my ass!"
Ye Qingfeng had no nationalistic sentint and couldn’t be bothered to care; he thought their actions were sheer idiocy.
He simply could not understand what the Ti Pavilion was worried about, what benefits, what proof of strength, needed? Just kill them all.
When Japan humiliated Huaxia, did they ever talk about etiquette?
A bunch of trash, bullshit.
Lin Yanran still wanted to say sothing, but Ye Qingfeng already closed his eyes, unwilling to speak.
This matter had nothing to do with him, and he didn’t want to concern himself.
While the two were speaking, the battle on the stage had already begun.
Wang Jinlun infused his spiritual power into the longsword, as only such a fine sword could withstand such spiritual power infusion.
A faint glow arose on the longsword, a surge of sword force shot skyward from Wang Jinlun, Xuanyu Sect is one of Huaxia’s top Sword Sects.
Wang Jinlun is the most outstanding disciple among them.
He is the most formidable sword dao genius, Wang Jinlun had no hesitation, unleashing a sword strike carrying fierce sword wind towards the young Japanese Swordsman.
He held nothing back; now was a battle of national dignity, right off the bat, he used a killing move.
As Wang Jinlun slashed towards the young swordsman, in an instant, the Japanese young swordsman’s figure flickered out of sight within the stage, Wang Jinlun’s eyes flashed with horror at the sheer speed of this opponent.
"Swoosh!"
The young swordsman instantly appeared behind Wang Jinlun and struck towards his back. Wang Jinlun’s response was equally swift, turning with a horizontal sword sweep aid at cutting the young swordsman’s waist.
The young swordsman promptly retreated, but Wang Jinlun’s sword qi was too intense, leaving a slash mark on the young swordsman without injuring him, rely tearing his clothing.
"Good sword!" The young swordsman couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Japanese ninjutsu is formidable, but I will surely defeat you." Wang Jinlun shouted in reply.
He rotated the longsword in his hand, emitting an even stronger radiance. In an instant, Wang Jinlun’s longsword transford into streaks of light, filling the air, flickering like a hundred swords simultaneously striking at the Japanese swordsman.
"Qi Transformation of Ten Thousand Swords!"
Xuanyu Sect’s killer move, Wang Jinlun unleashed it at once, aiming for a swift victory over this Japanese youth.
"Rember, the blade that cuts you is nad Eight-foot Demon Sword!" the young Japanese swordsman coldly said, his gaze icy, he slashed towards Wang Jinlun.
"Clang!"
Sword and blade clashed, sparking a fiery blaze, Wang Jinlun stepped back quickly, shocked at the young Japanese’s Eastern Sword.
Though his Duan Mountain Sword had been cut by the longsword in his hand, this Eastern Sword could withstand their clash intact.
"What kind of sword is this, so powerful it can face Wang Jinlun’s peerless sword."
"This Eastern Sword is extraordinary, surely surpassing Wang Jinlun’s original Duan Mountain Sword, able to rival his peerless sword."
Hearing the martial artists’ discussions around, Ye Qingfeng sneered, thinking this blade would want to compare with his flying sword, how ludicrous. It was just that Wang Jinlun’s skill was too weak.
Besides, the greatest thing about his flying sword wasn’t its sharpness and hardness; it could fly in the sky!
On the stage, the figure of the young martial artist disappeared again, leaving everyone’s hearts in shock. This Japanese ninjutsu was truly formidable, rendering their figure invisible.
"Swoosh!"
The young swordsman’s figure instantly appeared in mid-air, wielding the eight-foot demon sword with unparalleled sword qi, a fierce gust roaring as if slashing through space, cleaving towards Wang Jinlun.
"Sky-breaking Sword!"
Wang Jinlun unleashed another killer move from Xuanyu Sect, his longsword swung out, colliding with the young swordsman’s demon blade, a sharp tallic sound reverberated through the gorge.
"Swoosh!"
Before Wang Jinlun could feel any sense of relief, the young swordsman’s figure vanished again, instantly reappearing behind him.
Striking imdiately, Wang Jinlun barely managed to block the young swordsman’s demon blade with his sword. Relying on his peerless sword, Wang Jinlun barely stopped this deadly attack.
Then the youth promptly unleashed a palm strike to Wang Jinlun’s chest, leaving him unable to respond. This young swordsman’s palm carried full strength, imnsely powerful.
Wang Jinlun imdiately spat out fresh blood, his body flew backward. He stabilized himself, kneeling on one knee, his longsword plunged into the ground.
Wang Jinlun was knocked off the stage, defeated!
Defeated? Wang Jinlun actually lost, martial artists from various great sects stared at this scene in shock, unable to believe Wang Jinlun was defeated just like that.
Jiangdong’s foremost martial arts genius, wielding a peerless sword, couldn’t match this young man’s prowess, it was truly unbelievable.
Could Japanese strength already be this strong? Or is Huaxia’s martial arts truly in decline?
"Brother Jin Lun!"
Lin Yanran exclaid, disregarding her own injuries, rushing over to support Wang Jinlun.
Wang Jinlun didn’t rise, still maintaining one hand on his sword planted in the ground, kneeling on one knee. He raised his head to the icy young Japanese swordsman, feeling bitter within.
He lost at this most crucial mont; what he forfeited was the face of all Huaxia.
Originally, having obtained this peerless sword, he believed among the young disciples he was invincible, and now this Japanese swordsman’s appearance shattered his beliefs entirely.
Not only Wang Jinlun, other martial artists felt equally bitter, Wang Jinlun defeated, they felt deeply oppressed, snubbed by Japanese martial artists, a true humiliation.
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