Masakazu Miyamoto's tone was inflexible and respectful that was unique to Japanese people, but what he was trying to convey was extremely arrogant.
Just like their race, they appeared to be tolerant and polite, but in reality, they were fierce and violent, and liked to go to extremes.
This kind of national character, of course, had a cultural heritage, but it was more influenced by the natural environment.
It was just an island with barren resources. If they wanted to survive, they had to be brave and fierce. However, as a group of humans, they needed order to maintain the stability of the group. Hence, the Japanese had complicated etiquette to restrict themselves.
Goryeo was in the same situation as Japan. They were also trapped on an island, and their culture originated from the Federation, causing them to feel inferior. When he appeared to the outside world, he was extremely arrogant and used this to cover up his guilty conscience.
The Federation's territory was vast and there was enough space. Only by taking a step back would one be able to see the world. This retreat was not to lower his head and avoid the enemy, but to retreat to develop and become stronger.
Out of all the ancient civilizations in the world, only the Federation's heritage remained unbroken. It was precisely because of this sturdiness that it could withstand all kinds of natural and man-made disasters, bear the impact of various cultures, and use sturdiness to resolve everything.
It was this huge cultural difference that made it difficult for Xu Xu to understand Shoichi Miyamoto's behavior. It was barbaric to pull out his sword and demonstrate his power the moment they met.
Of course, although Xu Xu did not like Masaichi Miyamoto's way of doing things, she still admired his swordsmanship.
The solid wood coffee table was sixty to seventy centimeters wide and more than a finger thick. Even if one were to chop it with a large axe, it would be impossible to cut it in half. Masaichi Miyamoto cut the tea table in half with the long knife in his hand. The sharpness and swiftness of the saber technique made people gasp in amazement!
Xu Xu had cultivated the Inherited Martial Arts, so she knew very well how powerful this slash was. To put it simply, it had already surpassed the limits of ordinary people. It was the true Transcendent level.
What surprised Xu Xu was that the target of the demonstration, Gao Zhengyang, was actually unmoved by the knife. This was not calmness, but complete disregard.
It was as if Masaichi Miyamoto's attack was just a child's play, not worthy of attention at all.
Masaichi Miyamoto also saw Gao Zhengyang's disdain, and he couldn't help but frown. It was said that Gao Zhengyang held the watch into a ball, so he should be close to the transcendent level.
He would only draw his sword and slash at an expert of this level. This was both a demonstration of power and a show of respect to the expert. Gao Zhengyang's attitude clearly showed that he looked down on his saber technique.
Masaichi Miyamoto had been practicing swordsmanship for 30 years and was very confident in his swordsmanship. It was this kind of confidence that allowed him to get to where he was today.
If someone insulted him, he would not be angry. But Masaichi Miyamoto couldn't accept others belittling his favorite swordsmanship.
Masakazu Miyamoto bowed deeply and said solemnly, "There is no limit to the way of the sword. If Lord Gaojun has anything to say, you can tell me directly. "
Xu Xu suddenly became nervous. Despite being insulted, Miyamoto Shoichi asked for advice seriously. This unusual response also showed Shoichi Miyamoto's seriousness.
If Gao Zhengyang couldn't say a thing or two, the result would be hard to predict.
Looking at Shoichi Miyamoto's serious expression, Xu Xu had no doubt that if he did not get a satisfactory answer, he would pull out his sword and kill!
Xu Xu also became nervous when she thought about the sharp slash earlier. Even if she had a gun in her hand, she was not confident that she could block him at such a close distance.
Xu Xu gave Gao Zhengyang a look, signaling him to be careful, the other party was likely to fall out with him!
However, Xu Xu's look did not get any response. Gao Zhengyang was not looking at her at all. His gaze swept across Shoichi Miyamoto's sword and finally fell on the broken coffee table.
Shoichi Miyamoto's sword was straight as if he had measured it with a ruler. The coffee table was split into two parts from the middle.
Gao Zhengyang looked at it for a while, then said with some regret, "It's a pity that this coffee table is broken, it's quite good."
Shoichi Miyamoto waited for a long time for this comment. He felt that he had been greatly insulted, so he slowly stood up and strode over the coffee table. He walked five steps in front of Gao Zhengyang and said coldly, "Lord Gaojun, you're too rude. If you kneel and apologize now, I can still forgive you."
"How am I rude?" Gao Zhengyang asked curiously.
Shoichi Miyamoto's expression became even uglier. He was finally sure that Gao Zhengyang was here to provoke him.
Although it would be troublesome to kill him here, it was nothing compared to the humiliation. Shoichi Miyamoto shut his mouth tightly and constantly adjusted his breathing, preparing to draw his sword.
Xu Xu realized that something was wrong, so she hurriedly shouted, "Shoichi Miyamoto, this is the Federation, I'm warning you, don't mess around!"
Xu Xu said and wanted to pull Gao Zhengyang, but just as she moved, Shoichi Miyamoto made his move.
Xu Xu realized that something was wrong, so she hurriedly shouted, "Shoichi Miyamoto, this is the Federation, I'm warning you not to mess around!" Xu Xu said and wanted to pull Gao Zhengyang, but just as she moved, Shoichi Miyamoto moved.
The so-called Iaijutsu was generally known as the Sword-Drawing Technique. It sought to complete the slash in an instant and kill in one hit.
This sword technique was very brutal, and it was a typical sword technique for actual combat. After hundreds of years of inheritance, the Iaijutsu had been particularly perfected. It could be adjusted according to various situations. It was the fiercest and most ruthless of the Japanese sword techniques.
Shoichi Miyamoto had practiced the Iaijutsu for decades, and the Sword-Drawing Technique had become part of his blood and bones, becoming his instinct.
It took 0.4 seconds for a person to blink. During this time, Shoichi Miyamoto could use the Sword-Drawing Technique twice in a row.
Shoichi Miyamoto did not care about Xu Xu, who was a police officer, so her loud warning became the starting gun. In his heart, he had already planned the arc of the sword.
It would cut diagonally below Gao Zhengyang's neck, and then cut his neck off. The power of the arc of the slash would send Gao Zhengyang's head flying high.
Just as the long sword was about to be unsheathed, Shoichi Miyamoto suddenly felt something in front of him, and then his hand sank. The smooth feeling of unsheathing the sword was suddenly interrupted.
Then, the Onimaru that was half-unsheathed was forcibly pressed back by the force.
Unknowingly, Gao Zhengyang was already on the right side of Shoichi Miyamoto. His right hand was pressed on the end of the hilt, and the Onimaru was firmly pressed into the scabbard.
Shoichi Miyamoto was horrified. When he held the sword and was about to attack, Gao Zhengyang was still opposite him. Before he could unsheathe the sword, Gao Zhengyang was already next to him.
The interval in between was about less than 0.1 seconds!
Gao Zhengyang's movements were indescribably fast, and even with Shoichi Miyamoto's sharp eyes, he could only catch a glimpse of a black shadow. Although he felt that something was wrong, it was too late for him to react.
The Onimaru that had dominated Japan was forcibly pressed back into the scabbard by his opponent before it could even be unsheathed. Shoichi Miyamoto's confidence was destroyed.
His dignified and cold face was at a loss, and even a little weak.
Gao Zhengyang smiled faintly at Shoichi Miyamoto. "Your swordsmanship is so bad, it's not worth criticizing. Just like how no one will criticize a pile of dog poop for being smelly, do you understand? "
Shoichi Miyamoto was devastated. Although Gao Zhengyang's words were unpleasant to hear, he no longer felt anything.
The sudden change also surprised Xu Xu, and her mind was in a mess. Until now, she still did not understand how Gao Zhengyang won.
Both sides moved so fast that Xu Xu's brain could not react in time.
It was the same for Shoichi Miyamoto's entourage. It was only then that everyone came to their senses, and they rushed over.
Four bodyguards in black and two women in kimonos surrounded him. The four bodyguards in black were holding long swords in their hands, and they were full of murderous intent. The two women in kimonos looked at Shoichi Miyamoto worriedly, afraid that something would happen to him.
In fact, the four bodyguards did not dare to act recklessly. They only slowly surrounded Gao Zhengyang to create pressure.
Shoichi Miyamoto no longer reacted to the outside world, and he was in a daze.
Gao Zhengyang grabbed Shoichi Miyamoto's Onimaru and said to him, "Prepare your knees, I'm going to show you real swordsmanship."
Gao Zhengyang gestured at the four bodyguards in black. "Come here and be a meat target."
Xu Xu was confused. She did not understand what Gao Zhengyang wanted to do, but she felt that it was not wise to provoke him. Moreover, it was meaningless.
Shoichi Miyamoto's confidence had been crushed, and Gao Zhengyang had achieved his goal of showing off. What was he going to do? Kill everyone!
The bodyguards did not understand Mandarin, but it did not prevent them from understanding what Gao Zhengyang meant. However, they did not dare to make a move, afraid that they would hurt Shoichi Miyamoto.
Shoichi Miyamoto's eyes moved, and he woke up from his thoughts. There was a hint of madness in his eyes, and he shouted in Japanese, "Use everything you have to kill them all."
Xu Xu understood some Japanese, and she could tell that something was wrong. She quickly reminded Gao Zhengyang, "Miyamoto has gone crazy, be careful."
The bodyguards in black were all from the Black Dragon Corporation, and they were all loyal to them. They would not hesitate to carry out Shoichi Miyamoto's orders. Killing people was not difficult for them.
Even in the Federation, they would not be afraid.
However, the bodyguards were very cautious. When they slowly approached, one of them even used a wireless headset to contact the outside, informing everyone to come over with the weapon.
"Are you ready …"
Gao Zhengyang said as he stepped forward, and the four bodyguards also carefully surrounded him.
The main living room of the presidential suite was more than 150 square meters. Although there was a lot of furniture, it was spacious enough in the middle. Gao Zhengyang and the four bodyguards gathered together, so there was more than enough space.
The spacious space was very disadvantageous to Gao Zhengyang. This was because the bodyguards could surround him from all sides. Not only did Gao Zhengyang not retreat, but he also stepped into the middle.
The two bodyguards at the front shouted at the same time, then raised their katanas and slashed at him. The two bodyguards on the side also moved a little later, and slashed diagonally. The two of them, one in the front and the other in the back, performed the Reverse Kasaya Slash.
The four katanas almost sealed off Gao Zhengyang's space to dodge.
Xu Xu, who was at the back, felt her heart tighten. It was obvious that the bodyguards in black were well-trained swordsmen. Transcendents were also mortals. The battle would be over if he was slashed once.
However, Gao Zhengyang, who was standing in the middle, stood straight, and his posture was even a little relaxed.
Just as Xu Xu was worried, Gao Zhengyang drew his sword.
The cold light of the sword reflected in everyone's eyes like a new moon.
The light of the sword was not dazzling. However, there was a pride that shone in all directions and a coldness that pierced straight into people's hearts.
The four bodyguards stopped moving, and their katanas flew out of their hands at the same time.
Masaichi Miyamoto's eyes widened at the back, but he still could not see how Gao Zhengyang attacked. However, Gao Zhengyang slashed at least eight times.
This was because not only did the four bodyguards' katanas fly out of their hands, but there was also a thin bloodstain between their eyebrows.
At this time, the four bodyguards' clothes split in the middle at the same time and slid to the ground. The four bodyguards' strong bodies did not have a trace of injury.
Gao Zhengyang's sword was as fast as lightning, but he was calm and leisurely. That was why the swift blade didn't have a fierce edge. Instead, it exuded a cold indifference like a new moon.
The blade cut through his clothes, but it did not hurt his skin. It also showed his superb control over his saber.
Masaichi Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the spot. This kind of sword technique was really extraordinary, and no one could compare to it. His katana was like dog sh * t compared to it!
Masaichi Miyamoto was shocked and in pain. 'Why is there such a terrifying sword technique in the world, and why is there such a terrifying person!'
With a bang, the door was violently smashed open. Qi Guofeng rushed in with a group of people.
Then, everyone saw Masaichi Miyamoto kneeling in front of Gao Zhengyang, his face full of sincere admiration.
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