Zhao Yuan's sword collided fiercely with Morita Taku's sword.
Suddenly sparks flew everywhere and energy exploded.
The moment the two sides came into contact, Zhao Yuan felt a huge force coming towards him. His right hand holding the sword trembled slightly. At the same time, the long sword was severely suppressed by Morita Taku's sword and hit him.
Zhao Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly jumped back in an attempt to relieve Morita Taku's strength.
He responded quickly, but chose the wrong response method.
In a duel of equal strength like this, as long as you give in a step, you will be beaten by the opponent. From the beginning to the end, it is difficult to find a chance to turn around and fight back.
In this situation, Zhao Yuan's most correct approach should be to change the posture of the long sword, avoid the frontal pressure of Morita Taku, and counterattack, but he chose to retreat directly.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Muyang couldn't help but slowly shook his head.
He knew that Zhao Yuan had lost.
Sure enough, when Morita Taku saw Zhao Yuan retreating, he stepped forward decisively to catch up. He also grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand, used both hands to slash down hard.
Zhao Yuan quickly raised his sword to block.
"clang!"
There was a crisp impact sound.
Zhao Yuan trembled and staggered back.
The pace is a little chaotic, and the mind is also confused.
A look of panic flashed across his face.
Morita Taku's eyes turned cold, and he struck out faster. The sword reflected cold rays in the sunlight. Each sword was faster than the other, and he slashed at Zhao Yuan crazily.
The light of the sword is like a waterfall, and the attack is as fierce as the violent wind and rain.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Incompetent sick man of China! You are too weak, too weak, hahaha!"
Morita Taku was attacking fiercely and yelling wildly with his eyes wide open.
Zhao Yuan's tactics were disrupted and he could only respond hastily, but was beaten back and forth.
Both hands and jaws were shattered by the shock, and blood flowed freely.
"Zhao Yuan! Fight back! Fight back!"
"Shen Technique, where is your Shen Technique? Get rid of the opponent's suppression and attack him!"
"You must resist it, Zhao Yuan!"
Under the stage, the Longmen geniuses stared at the stage with anxious expressions and kept shouting reminders.
But at this moment, Zhao Yuan couldn't hear the shouts of the people in the audience at all. He was already stunned and could only rely on his body's instinct to resist.
Zhao Yuan has been practicing for twenty years, but he has participated in only a handful of battles, and those battles were either crushing strength or competing with fellow disciples. He has never experienced such a fierce battle, and has never faced such a powerful and fierce force.
of enemies.
Jiang Muyang is right. These geniuses in Longmen are just flowers in the greenhouse. They have good cultivation and various high-level martial arts. However, they lack combat experience and their actual combat effectiveness cannot match their cultivation.
match.
If you have the upper hand at the beginning, you still have hope of winning. If you fall slightly behind, you will be completely suppressed. The situation will get worse and worse, and you will eventually fail.
Just like Zhao Yuan on the stage at this time.
The more anxious he is, the more chaotic he will fight. The more chaotic the fight, the greater the disadvantage. The greater the disadvantage, the more anxious he will be...
A vicious cycle has been formed.
Finally, when the time had just passed one minute, Morita Taku found an opportunity and knocked away Zhao Yuan's sword with a knife. At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked hard, hitting the latter's abdomen and kicking him away.
Morita Taku dodged, raised his knife and chased after him.
A ferocious look flashed in his eyes.
Before leaving the hotel today, Shido Kato, the deputy director of the Sakura Kuni Martial Arts Association, gave everyone a clear goal.
If you can kill, never cripple, and if you can cripple, never lightly injure!
Their goal is not to simply defeat their opponents and win, but to beat them to death and maim them, in order to wash away the injustice of Kitahara Kurasuke's unjust death in Dragon City!
Morita Taku held the sword in his hand tightly and charged towards Zhao Yuan, with murderous intention coming out of his body.
Zhao Yuan, who was in mid-air, felt this substantial murderous intention, his heart suddenly shrank, and his whole body became cold.
An unprecedented feeling of fear came over me.
He wants to kill himself!
Zhao Yuan instantly realized this, twisted his waist forcefully in the air, and at the same time swung his right hand holding the sword violently.
The long sword was thrown by Zhao Yuan, stabbing Morita Taku with a sharp sound of breaking wind.
Morita Takutachi swung his sword, blocked the long sword, and then slashed it down.
"laugh!"
A stab wound suddenly appeared on Zhao Yuan's abdomen, and blood spurted out. He fell hard to the ground and rolled backwards uncontrollably.
Morita Taku continued to pursue.
"I surrender!" Zhao Yuan's eyelids twitched, and he quickly raised his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Whoa!"
The moment Zhao Yuan finished speaking, Morita Taku's sword had already reached his neck.
The sword pierced Zhao Yuan's skin, and bright red blood flowed out.
"hehe……"
Morita Taku looked at Zhao Yuan with disdain and smiled disdainfully.
Zhao Yuan's eyes dodge, not daring to look at him.
After he shouted the three words "I surrender", he completely lost the courage to face Taku Morita.
What's more, the sword was still at his throat.
"You are so weak!"
Morita Taku sneered, shook his head slowly, and gently patted Zhao Yuan's face with his sword.
This action is very insulting.
Killing people and killing people is nothing more than this.
Zhao Yuan's face was extremely gloomy, his fists were clenched, and his eyes were full of anger.
"Is this the genius of your Chinese martial arts world? What a joke!"
Morita Taku laughed a few times, narrowed his eyes and glanced around, his expression extremely contemptuous.
"What did you say!!!"
"You bastard, you are too arrogant!"
"Just wait for me. If I meet you on stage, I will beat you until your mother doesn't recognize you!"
"..."
All the geniuses of Longmen were furious.
Even Ji Fansheng and Shen Qingyin, who have calm and calm personalities, turned gloomy.
Morita Taku is so arrogant!
His humiliation of Zhao Yuan angered everyone in Longmen.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
Morita Taku laughed wildly, put away his sword and walked off the stage in a swagger.
The people from Longmen quickly stepped forward and took Zhao Yuan down for treatment.
The first battle ended with Zhao Yuan being seriously injured and voluntarily admitting defeat.
The audience was suddenly silent.
Obviously, no one expected this result and felt it was unacceptable.
"Longmen, come on! Longmen, beat those little devils hard!"
"We must win next time!"
"Let those little devils see the power of our Chinese martial arts!"
Immediately afterwards, thunderous cheers and cheers erupted from the audience.
Dao Lingtian's face was as dark as water, and he said in a deep voice: "Feipeng, it's your turn to take the stage in the second round. You must win this battle but not lose!"
A tall and sturdy young man with short hair stood up, cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards Dao Lingtian, gritted his teeth and said: "Dragon Master, please rest assured, Feipeng will definitely live up to his trust!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped out, rushing to the field.
Yuan Feipeng, a Longmen genius, is an early-stage ancient warrior who is good at boxing and palm skills. In terms of strength, he is on par with Zhao Yuan.
He stood in the center of the field like a javelin, with his left hand behind his back, his left hand spread out, slowly raised, and said loudly: "Longmen, Yuan Feipeng!"
"good!"
"Come on Yuan Feipeng!"
"Fuck the little devil!"
The audience applauded and cheered Yuan Feipeng on.
"Whoa!"
A thin figure rushed onto the stage, holding a knife in both hands, staring at Yuan Feipeng with a gloomy look, and said in broken Chinese: "Martial arts meeting, Taro Koizumi!"
The two of them reported out of the house and then started fighting directly!
And the war entered a feverish stage as soon as it started.
Both of them were holding back their anger, and their opponent was the target of their anger.
The sword of Taro Koizumi shone with a cold light, and the sword light flashed in waves. Each sword was like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, extremely vicious.
Yuan Feipeng's fists and palms changed, his moves were wide open and closed, and he was extremely domineering.
The two fought fiercely and fought fiercely.
In the end, Yuan Feipeng, at the cost of being stabbed in the shoulder, approached Taro Koizumi, and violently attacked his abdomen with a pair of iron fists.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
Taro Koizumi was beaten back by the violent punches, spurting blood from his mouth.
"Bang!"
Yuan Feipeng threw his last punch.
Taro Koizumi flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and hit the ground heavily. His face was covered with blood, and he fell into coma.
Although he didn't die, he still lost half his life.
"I won!"
Yuan Feipeng clenched his fists with both hands, took a deep breath, looked straight at the people in the Sakura Kingdom seats, and shouted loudly.
Stimulated by the severe pain, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and his facial features were a little distorted, but his eyes were extremely bright and his fighting spirit was high!
There was a sudden burst of cheers from the audience.
Yuan Feipeng twitched his lips, a sense of pride and honor welling up in his heart.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to win glory for your country!
He clenched his hands into fists and raised them high, raised his arms and shouted twice, even though the knife edge on his shoulder was stretched, he didn't care at all.
Then he returned to the Wu League seat under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"Feipeng, you did a good job, hurry up and heal, there is still a second round." Dao Lingtian said with a smile on his face.
"Yes, Dragon Lord!"
Yuan Feipeng nodded heavily and walked to the back, where specialized medical staff treated his wounds.
This battle was a transformation for him. Only by experiencing a life-and-death fight can he become a truly strong man. Although Yuan Feipeng's strength is still lacking, his mentality has been greatly improved.