Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it exploded in the dojo like thunder.
Not worthy?
This harsh word was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Taro Watanabe's chest.
For a moment, Taro Watanabe's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead stood up. A surge of overwhelming anger suddenly surged in his heart, and he shouted angrily:
"Arrogant! You ignorant brat, do you know who I am? I, Taro Watanabe, practiced martial arts at the age of eight, became a disciple of the Amano Sect leader at the age of twelve, and won the title of 'Unrequited Master' at the age of twenty-two.
I have challenged more than a dozen strong swordsmen without ever losing! In the future, legends about me will definitely spread in the Japanese martial arts world!"
Taro Watanabe's voice was full of pride.
In fact, he is completely proud of himself.
It is the highest title given by the Japanese sect to its disciples.
The so-called "exemption" means obtaining the qualification to tell others the name of one's school.
The so-called "Ji Chuan" means that he has learned all the techniques in the school.
Currently, there are less than ten disciples in the Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu who can obtain the title of "Fusu Jieden", and Watanabe Taro is the youngest one.
If there are no accidents, in the near future, he will become the successor of Gengoro Amano, take charge of the entire Shinto Mu-Nen style, and be named a swordsman, and his name will go down in history.
But now, Ye Fan is uttering arrogant words, saying that he does not deserve to know his name. How can he not be angry?
The anger that had been accumulated for a long time could no longer be suppressed, and finally exploded completely at this moment.
"Ho ho ho!!!"
From the depths of Taro Watanabe's throat, he let out a wild beast-like roar. His aura increased rapidly, as if he was a different person, and his eyes shone with the light of choosing and devouring others.
"China boy, go to hell!"
Taro Watanabe shouted loudly and jumped up like an eagle. His sword tore through the air and drew a sharp trajectory high in the sky.
He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and struck Ye Fan in the face with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain, as if he wanted to split him in two.
Shinto Wu Nian style is actually a variant of Ittou style, with the core of "killing with one strike".
If the opponent blocks with one strike, he will practice his sword skills and cut off with others. If the opponent attacks, he will be determined to die together and will never withdraw his sword.
As the saying goes, never hesitate with the first sword, and never strike with the second sword!
On the battlefield, whether to kill or be killed can be decided in an instant. In a samurai duel, the first blow is usually the last blow.
This style was born in countless purgatory battlefields of blood and fire. It requires warriors to concentrate quickly, deliver a knowing blow to the enemy, and kill the opponent before being beheaded!
At this moment, Taro Watanabe's whole body's energy and energy were completely integrated into this sword, and he shouted at the same time:
"Mysterious meaning - slash in the wind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his speed was as fast as the wind, which exceeded the limit of the naked eye. In the eyes of ordinary people, he seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Slashing in the wind is one of the most powerful mysteries of Shinto Mu-Nen-ryu. The sword will be struck, and there will be no mercy for those who do it.
Once this move is used, let alone a mortal body, even if it faces a Category 12 hurricane, it can be split open.
"昘!"
The light of the sword is like a stream of autumn water, cleansing and chilling, and breathtaking.
At this moment, in Taro Watanabe's eyes, Ye Fan was already a corpse, with no possibility of survival.
…
Ten meters!
Five meters!
Three meters!
one meter!
The sharp blade of Tai Dao was getting closer and closer to Ye Fan's face.
However, Ye Fan not only did not dodge, but his face did not change at all, as if he did not take this "slash with the wind" into consideration at all.
"Flies don't know how small they are! How dare you compare your Japanese showpieces with my vast Chinese magical power? It's ridiculous!"
Ye Fan said, raised his right hand and patted forward.
The movements were light and soft, like swatting flies, and seemed to have no lethality.
At first glance, Ye Fan's "resistance in a corner" is like a mantis using its arm as a cart, or a cricket shaking a tree, not knowing what it can do.
There is no comparison between Ye Fan's palm and the sword made of fine steel, as if he will be hacked to death in the next moment.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the field.
"boom!"
Ye Fan's palm instantly expanded and turned into a giant pillar. With the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, it hit Taro Watanabe from high in the sky, and the surrounding air made bursts of sonic boom sounds.
Suddenly, the situation changed, and the ghosts and gods were frightened.
In an instant, Taro Watanabe's sight was completely obscured by this mountain-like giant palm.
This sudden change made him horrified, and he felt unprecedented fear in his heart. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone seemed to be under tremendous pressure and was about to be torn apart.
The scene that happened in front of him completely exceeded the limit of his imagination and made him tremble deep in his soul.
In terms of momentum, Ye Fan's giant palm was countless times more powerful than his sword slash against the wind.
At the critical moment, Taro Watanabe's eyes flashed, and he burst out with a strong will to survive. He quickly retracted his sword and tried to block it.
At this moment, the giant palm struck down, like a piece of blue sky falling, enough to sink the land of China.
"Zheng!"
The next moment, Tai Dao let out a mournful cry, and it was as fragile as paper, instantly breaking into thousands of fragments.
Immediately afterwards, the giant palm continued to fall, pressing hard against Taro Watanabe's body.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the entire dojo shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.
The aftermath of the terrifying energy leaked out, and the invisible air waves knocked all the disciples in the training hall to the ground.
After a while, the disciples in the training hall struggled to get up, stretched their necks and looked at where Taro Watanabe was originally.
The next moment, they seemed to have seen something unbelievable. Their pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes, and their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they had been shocked by electricity.
Looking from a distance, I saw a deep crater on the ground, seven or eight meters in diameter and one meter deep, as if it had been bombarded by artillery shells.
In the center of the deep pit, there is nothing. Where is the shadow of Taro Watanabe?
But if you look carefully, you can see a pool of dark red blood in the center of the pit.
Watanabe Taro, the dignified elder brother of the Shinto Wu Nian style and the martial arts genius of the Japanese country, was killed directly by Ye Fan's palm!
Not only was he beaten to death, but his body was completely destroyed, not even the bones or dregs were left.
…
quiet!
Deadly silence!
For a moment, there was complete silence in the huge dojo, and you could hear a needle drop.
The disciples in the training hall all seemed to be petrified, standing there dumbly, unable to move.
Invisibly, it seemed as if a hand was squeezing their hearts so hard that they were almost suffocated.
"hiss!"
After a long time, everyone came back to their senses. They couldn't help but take a breath of air-conditioning and were horrified.
Shocking!
Unprecedented shock!
There are no words to describe how they feel at this moment.
Ye Fan's blow just now has transcended the realm of mortals, as if the gods lifted up Mount Sumeru and fell from the nine heavens.
Even their master, Gengoro Amano, might not be able to stop him.
However, after doing all this, Ye Fan remained calm and slowly took back his right palm and put it behind his back, with a calm look, as if he had done something trivial and didn't take it to heart at all.
There is a saying circulating in the martial arts world——
Under the Grand Master, everyone is an ant!
A grandmaster is like a dragon, a being that millions of people look up to, and there is no way that mortals can beat his edge.
But among the masters, there are also three, six or nine levels.
Among the powerful masters, there is also a saying -
Under the throne of heaven, everyone is an ant!
But now, Ye Fan's strength has reached a very exaggerated level, and he can even instantly kill masters in the early stages of the heavenly realm.
Japanese swordsmen like Taro Watanabe were nothing more than ants in Ye Fan's eyes. Even if they were killed, they would not even frown.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were like lightning, scanning the faces of many disciples in the training hall, and said sharply:
"Now, you can let your sect master come out to see me! If he is too timid to come out, I will wash the training hall with blood today and make Shinto Wu Nianliu disappear from this world!"
Hearing these words, the disciples in the training hall were trembling with fear, their livers and gallbladders were split apart, and they were about to faint.
At this moment, deep in the dojo, an old voice rolled in like thunder from the sky:
"Who dares to be so presumptuous in the training hall? Don't you think that I, Gengoro Amano, should be taken seriously?!"
