The surrounding audience were also shocked by Tsukage Chigusa's words.
Under the gaze of everyone, Tsukikage Chigusa puffed up her chest and said confidently: "What, you Chinese don't let people go to the toilet?"
"I know you want to delay, don't play tricks, come on stage immediately!"
Ji Fansheng's frown deepened and he shouted in a loud voice.
But Tsukage Chigusa rolled her eyes and said: "People say that China is a country of etiquette, but in my opinion, it's all nonsense! You don't let me go to the toilet even if I want to, and you make me fight you while holding in my urine.
Even if you win, it will be a weak victory! If word of this gets out, how can you, China, still have the face to say that you are a country of etiquette? A great country?"
"Dao Lingtian!" Kato Shitou stood up slowly, put his hands behind his back, looked directly at Dao Lingtian on the other side, and said in a deep voice: "Our player proposed to stop going to the toilet. Of course, you are the host.
The people and the audience are all Chinese. If you just disagree, I have no other way. But we will not admit the results of this competition!"
Hearing this, Dao Lingtian cursed the old fox in his heart.
The surrounding audience also criticized him one after another.
Going to the toilet is just an excuse.
Tsukage Chigusa must take advantage of this time to recover and nurse her injuries back to normal.
The rule of the second round of competition is to defend the opponent. It is supposed to be a sustained and high-intensity battle, so that the strength of the opponent can be demonstrated.
But after Yueying Qiancao was slapped by Shen Qingyin, she used such a ridiculous reason to delay time. It was so shameless!
This is simply cheating.
People are shameless and truly invincible.
"Okay, I'll give you five minutes." Dao Lingtian's face was as dark as water, and he nodded: "There are still two remaining ones. If you want to go to the toilet, you can go, but for the next competition, you are not allowed to come for any reason.
Delay time!"
"Haha..." Kato Shido smiled coldly and nodded towards Tsukage Chigusa.
The latter came to him, took something and hid it in his hand, and left quickly.
Ji Fansheng was left alone on the field.
Kato Shitong glanced at Ji Fansheng, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He sent Tsukage Chigusa off not only to let her hurry up to recover from her injuries, but also for another purpose.
Now it seems that Ji Fansheng has been tricked!
Kato Shido knew the history of China very well, and had even studied Chinese military art. He knew that there was a saying that "a great effort can be made in one go, but then in three cases it will be exhausted."
Ji Fansheng appeared with anger and determination, which was when he was at his most powerful and powerful.
In this state, you can definitely exert your strongest combat power!
But at this moment, he has no opponent to fight, and his momentum will gradually decrease as time goes by.
Five minutes, although not long, was enough to bring Ji Fansheng's aura to the bottom.
Due to the ebb and flow of the situation, Tsukage Chigusa will be more likely to win in this competition.
But soon, Kato Shido's expression darkened.
Because Ji Fansheng actually moved.
He suddenly danced with his sword on the field!
Ji Fansheng is dressed in white, with a tall and tall figure, and extremely handsome sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. When he dances with the sword, it is simply a visual feast.
At this moment, he seemed to transform into a white-robed swordsman.
With the long sword in hand, it is sometimes majestic, sometimes strange and changeable, sometimes endless, and sometimes extremely fierce.
His body movements flashed and leaped, and the sword light flashed on the field.
The surrounding audience watched mesmerized.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ji Fansheng's sword dance is very beautiful and dazzling.
In the eyes of his martial arts colleagues, his swordsmanship is both soft and strong, with hidden murderous intent!
There is no doubt that this is an extremely profound and exquisite swordsmanship, at least a sixth-grade martial arts.
"Baga!"
Kato Shido's expression turned extremely ugly and he cursed secretly.
He didn't know if Ji Fansheng saw through his plan or if he did it unintentionally.
But it is obvious that Ji Fansheng can maintain his momentum without weakening by dancing with the sword.
Don't say five minutes, even fifty minutes, he can still maintain his best condition.
Dao Lingtian saw the change in Kato Shitou's face.
He realized something instantly.
He glanced at Ji Fansheng in surprise.
Unexpectedly, this kid actually saw through the little devil's plan. It's rare, it's really rare.
But he didn't know that the reason why Ji Fansheng suddenly danced with the sword was because a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, telling him Kato Shido's plan and reminding him that he could maintain his momentum by dancing with the sword.
Being able to enjoy Ji Fansheng's sword dance will not make the audience feel bored.
Five minutes flew by.
Tsukage Chigusa wasted no time in returning to the field.
His face was obviously much rosier, and his breathing had become calmer.
It seems that in these five minutes, her injuries have improved to a great extent.
Ji Fansheng made a sword sheathing gesture and raised his eyes to Yueying Qiancao, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit.
"Can we start?"
Yueying Qiancao smiled charmingly and said: "Little brother, you are so impatient, then let me entertain you well."
After she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly focused, and she placed her hands on her waist and threw them forward at the same time.
"咻咻咻咻咻..."
Dozens of shurikens were fired at Ji Fansheng at the same time.
Yueying Qiancao himself also rushed towards Ji Fansheng, and with a "clang" sound, both swords were unsheathed at the same time.
After the sword dance, Ji Fansheng's condition and momentum were at their peak, and he slashed forward with the sword in one hand.
"call!"
A whistling sound sounded, and energy visible to the naked eye burst out from the sword's edge.
Sword energy?
No, it has not completely reached the level of sword energy.
It's just the changes in airflow caused by high-speed sword swings and advanced sword-drawing techniques.
Although it is not yet a sword spirit, it is still very powerful.
He directly knocked away most of the shurikens, leaving a few scattered ones that were easily swept away by Ji Fansheng with his sword.
Then, Ji Fansheng's eyes were slightly cold, and he rushed towards Yueying Qiancao with his sword.
The two clashed instantly!
"clang!"
A crisp sound sounded.
Yueying Qiancao's figure swayed slightly, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.
Ji Fansheng's sword is very powerful!
The moment the swords collided, Tsukikage Chigusa felt numb from the shock.
She gave a sweet scolding, held the short knife behind her left hand, and pulled it horizontally outward.
Ji Fansheng changed his moves instantly, retreated, and at the same time raised his sword quickly from bottom to top.
The tip of the sword swiped across Tsukage Chigusa's chin, instantly drawing a line of blood.
Tsukiyage Chigusa staggered and felt a chill on her back.
If she had moved just a moment slower, she would be dead now.
But now there is no time to be afraid, because Ji Fansheng has already come to kill with his sword again.
Ji Fansheng and Shen Qingyin have completely different styles. The latter is more elegant, agile, and changeable, while the former is more direct, fierce, and open and close.
Ji Fansheng's fighting style is doomed. As long as he gains a slight advantage, he can instantly seize it and overwhelm his opponent until he can't lift his head.
Just like this moment.
After gaining a slight advantage, Ji Fan's energy was fully activated, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon, giving Yueying Qiancao an extremely powerful sense of oppression.
On the field, swords and swords flickered, and the sound of swords clashing sounded intensively.
The speed of the two people's moves was faster than the other, which dazzled the surrounding audience.
In such a quick duel, it was impossible to see clearly the trajectory of their moves, and could only see the white light of swords.
In such a battle, the winner is destined to be decided soon.
Less than two minutes passed before Ji Fansheng pierced Yueying Qiancao's shoulder with his sword, and then hit him with another palm, beating him until he vomited blood and retreated.
But this obviously did not satisfy Ji Fansheng, so he chased after him with his sword, pointed out his sword, and stabbed Yueying Qiancao in the throat.
"I admit..."
At this time, Tsukikage Chigusa suddenly shouted.
Ji Fansheng stopped in time.
What he received was the influence of traditional Chinese martial arts civilization.
Be aboveboard and consistent with your words and deeds.
Although he wanted to kill his opponent, since his opponent shouted to admit defeat, he would not violate the rules. Otherwise, even if he succeeded, it would be a discredit to the Chinese martial arts community.
But Ji Fansheng underestimated the little devil's lower limit.
Tsukage Chigusa didn't shout out the last word "lose". Instead, she swung her left arm and swung away his sword with her short sword. At the same time, she stepped forward, held the tachi tightly in her right hand, and stabbed out quickly.
Ji Fansheng's pupils suddenly shrank, he had no idea that Yueying Qiancao would be so shameless.
It's too late to escape now.
He could only avoid the vital points as much as possible.
"laugh!"
This knife opened a large gash in his side, and blood spurted out instantly.
Ji Fansheng's body swayed, and he slashed at Yueying Qiancao with his sword.
But the latter was very cunning. He succeeded with one strike and was not willing to fight at all. He dodged and retreated while shouting "I surrender"!
"mean!"
"I'm such a cnmd kid, so shameless!"
"Shameless villain! So shameless!"
"..."
The surrounding audience suddenly became furious.
Tsukage Chigusa chuckled nonchalantly, covered the wound on her shoulder, and said lightly: "I didn't admit defeat just now, he stopped on his own, who's to blame?"
After saying that, he staggered back to his seat in Sakura Country.
Ji Fansheng pressed the wound on his abdomen tightly, but blood continued to flow from the gaps between his fingers.
This knife hurt quite a lot.
Although he won, his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
"Whoosh!"
A short figure swept onto the field.
Ryunosuke Kamiya!
One of the three innate mid-term strong men in Sakura Kingdom, he may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the most mysterious.
Even Ye Qingcang didn't find any specific information about him. He only knew that he came from the Kamiya family that had been inherited for 500 years in the Sakura Kingdom.
Other than that, no one knew anything about him.
Even in the first round of competition, Kamiya Ryunosuke did not use any real methods at all.
This is an unknown opponent.
Even if Ji Fansheng was in peak condition, he was not sure of winning. Now that he was injured, his chances of winning were even lower.
But Ji Fansheng and Shen Qingyin had the same idea. Even if they couldn't win, they should try their best to injure the opponent, or force out the opponent's trump cards to gain opportunities for those behind.
He took a deep breath, pressed the wound with his left hand, and tightened the sword in his right hand. His face was pale and his breath was disordered, but his eyes were unusually bright and his gaze was extremely firm.
"You can still fight?" Ryunosuke Kamiya crossed his arms and said with a sneer.
Ji Fansheng held his head high and said loudly: "Why not!"
The words just fell.
"Bang!"
There was an explosion, and a cloud of black smoke suddenly rose from where Kamiya Ryunosuke was.
And he himself mysteriously disappeared from the spot.
"What?"
Ji Fansheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his back.
He could have stabbed behind him with his sword.
"Qiang!"
A sword rubbed tightly against Ji Fansheng's sword and stabbed towards his heart.
Extremely fast!
Ji Fansheng's expression suddenly changed, and his right hand holding the sword expanded outward with all his might.
The next moment.
"laugh!"
The sword pierced Ji Fansheng's chest, directly piercing his body!
The bloody blade stabbed out from the back.
Ji Fansheng's body trembled and blood poured out of the corner of his mouth.
Kamiya Ryunosuke appeared in front of him, with a ferocious smile on his face. He raised his leg and kicked him out, and the sword was pulled out of his body.