Countless spectators in the stands stood up and shouted, and the roars broke through the sky. The warm atmosphere seemed to set the entire venue on fire.
On the fighting stage of the kendo hall, Tang Fei and Ma Weiyang were facing each other from a distance. Both of them lowered their figures slightly and looked at each other solemnly.
These small actions show that both of them attach great importance to this final, and no one will take it lightly.
"I want to take a look at what's so great about you, the guy chosen by the sword master."
Ma Weiyang snorted coldly. Seeing that Tang Fei had not taken any action, he simply made a preemptive strike and flew directly towards Tang Fei in a flash.
Tang Fei's face was as dark as water, and his "anticipation" ability came into use again. No matter what moves Ma Weiyang used, Tang Fei seemed to be able to know in advance, and then make the best response plan.
In fact, Tang Fei's so-called "prejudgment" ability is not that powerful. The reason why he is superior to others is simply that his realm is much higher than others.
Just like at this moment, Ma Weiyang's fist, which was falling rapidly with the force of wind and thunder, was no different from a slowly crawling snail in Tang Fei's eyes.
Therefore, Tang Fei's reaction time will be shortened a lot. During this time, he can completely arrange his next actions so that his performance does not exceed the scope of the golden elixir and appears natural.
On one side, Tang Fei controlled his body to dodge, and on the other side, he used his palms or legs and feet to resist Ma Weiyang's series of attacks.
In the eyes of outsiders, such a situation naturally becomes a powerful "prejudgment" ability.
The fierce fight between the two lasted for more than ten minutes.
Ma Weiyang withdrew his fist that was pounded down like a rainstorm, took a few steps back suddenly, maintained a defensive posture, and stared at Tang Fei nervously while panting slightly.
Tang Fei's performance was similar to him.
In fact, at this time, Tang Fei didn't know how to behave so as to appear natural, but since Ma Weiyang was on the opposite side, he would naturally not let such a good student go.
Therefore, when Ma Weiyang panted, he panted with him, and the amplitude was greater than Ma Weiyang's. Ma Weiyang's face turned pale, and Tang Fei's face was even paler than him...
In short, to outsiders, Ma Weiyang looked very tired. As for Tang Fei, the situation was even worse than Ma Weiyang.
"After all, Da Zhuang has just joined the sword master's sect and has not yet developed. And Ma Weiyang is the legitimate son of the Ma family, one of the top nobles among the descendants. The resources and training he has obtained since childhood are much stronger than Da Zhuang. In this match, I think Ma Weiyang is likely to win,"
As the competition progressed, some warriors in the audience began to talk about it.
"Yes, if they are given a few years to develop each, Ma Weiyang will definitely not be Da Zhuang's opponent by then, but now... Da Zhuang has not grown up yet. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to win this time,"
"In this case, the sword master's face will also be damaged,"
"The sword master doesn't care about such a false reputation..."
On the field, after the two men rested face to face for a few seconds, the atmosphere became tense again.
Ma Weiyang said with a smile on his face: "As expected of a promoted elder, you can actually withstand so many attacks from me, but this is all over."
After delaying until now, Ma Weiyang feels that he has given the sword master enough face. If he wins at this time, he should not cause the sword master to dislike him.
His palms quickly made several marks in front of his body, and the surrounding area of Ma Weiyang's body suddenly lit up with colorful lights.
The seven-colored brilliance disappeared in a flash, revealing its true face under the brilliance.
Seven simple long swords of different lengths and shapes were suspended around Ma Weiyang's body, making a subtle buzzing sound.
Ma Weiyang's slightly pale face also showed a proud smile at this time: "Boy, what you are about to see is my Ma family's magic weapon Qijue Sword. It will be an honor for you to be defeated by Qijue Sword. "
Tang Fei sneered: "Failure or undefeat is not decided by you alone,"
"Tough talk,"
Ma Weiyang's eyes darkened, he took out the sword finger with his right hand and swung it in Tang Fei's direction. Suddenly, the seven long swords surrounding his body shot out.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Tang Fei's eyes flashed, he stepped forward instead of retreating, shouted angrily, and a long knife appeared in his hand.
This long knife is not Tang Fei's favorite bloody blade, but all the other weapons he collects in his daily life.
Even so, the grade of this weapon has reached the level of a two-color magic weapon.
"Fire Dragon Pattern,"
A flash of astonishing red suddenly flashed across his dark eyes, and in the next moment, Tang Fei slashed his long knife.
A scorching wave of fire shot out of the sky, accompanied by the soul-stirring roar of the dragon. The extremely ferocious wave of fire collided with the seven long swords that shot towards it.
boom.
The violent impact caused the entire kendo hall to tremble slightly.
In the fighting arena, thick smoke was billowing, sand and rocks were flying, and the energy storm caused by the collision between the two directly swept the two people involved away.
Tang Fei "smarted out of desperation" and quickly grabbed a bump on the edge of the field. The fierce storm swept over him, and Tang Fei gritted his teeth and persisted.
On the other side, Ma Weiyang, who was unprepared, was thrown into the air. He had no chance to catch anything and flew directly to the audience.
After a long time, the energy storm gradually weakened.
Tang Fei gently pulled his palm and returned to the fighting arena. Since his feet had not touched the ground outside before, he was not out of the competition just now.
Tang Fei straightened out his clothes that were torn by the storm, then raised his head and glanced at Ma Weiyang, who stood up unwillingly in the audience, with a sneer on his lips.
"The winner is our Lord Sword Master's close disciple Da Zhuang. Everyone congratulates him," the commentator paused for a while, then hurriedly said as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The audience seemed to have just woken up and started cheering.
As for Ma Weiyang, who was in the audience with them, everyone had habitually ignored him.
It is normal for the winner to attract everyone's attention.
Tang Fei quickly showed a "shy" smile and nodded and smiled at the 100,000 spectators in the stands.
But in his heart, Tang Fei couldn't help but think darkly: "If you knew that your sect was destroyed in my hands in the future, I wonder if you would be so happy today..."
The referee strode onto the stage, raised Tang Fei's right hand, and shouted passionately, which was nothing more than nonsense like "Dazhuang is our pride" and "We must learn from Dazhuang".
Tang Fei could not leave the stage if the enthusiastic cheers did not subside, so he stood on the stage for more than two hours before Tang Fei had the opportunity to leave the stage.
"Dazhuang, you did a very beautiful job today. It seems that I did not make a mistake in taking you as my apprentice."
The sword master came to the stage in person and praised with a smile.