Xiao Bing didn't know that he was being watched. But even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously.
The competition in the afternoon began soon. The moment Xiao Bing sat down, he saw the first contestant. Strictly speaking, it was one of the contestants in the first group.
Among the two contestants in this group, one of them was tall and brave, about 40 years old. The other was about the same age as this man, but his figure was the complete opposite. He was short and wretched, less than 1.5 meters tall, which formed a great contrast with the other man. There was a mustache under his nose, and his shifty-eyed look made it hard for people to have a good impression of him. But from this man's breath, Xiao Bing could feel that the other man was definitely no match for him. The strength of this short man was likely to have reached the Transforming Strength Stage.
A master at the transforming strength stage was already a martial arts master. Xiao Bing didn't expect this wretched man to want to be the princess's personal warrior.
The two began to introduce themselves on the stage. The tall and strong man introduced himself, "I'm Taro Sugiya from Shizuoka Prefecture. I'm good at using swords."
The other man grinned, "I'm Nakamura Jiro. I travel around the world and I'm also good at using swords."
The man's expression changed when he heard the name Nakamura Jiro. Xiao Bing didn't know who this man was. But he soon heard two people whispering, "So he's Nakamura Jiro. I heard that he went around challenging masters and chopped off their limbs. I didn't expect him to be such a short man."
"Be careful. Don't let him hear you. He's a vengeful man."
Taro Sugiya's expression was solemn. He stared at Nakamura Jiro and said, "So you're Nakamura Jiro."
Nakamura Jiro smiled, "I'm good at using swords and so are you. But you're not as good as me. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you have one knife, and I have three."
Only then did Xiao Bing notice that Jiro Nakamura's swords were on his back, and there were three swords side by side. The swords were not very long. If they were too long, they would not be suitable for his height. Xiao Bing had never met an opponent who used three swords at the same time, so he decided to take a closer look.
On the referee's seat, Hasegawa was surprised and said, "It turned out to be the legendary Three Blade Stream."
Sasaki, who was sitting on the side, asked, "What is Sanni-Ryu? Mr. Hasebe is Mr. Feng XIII's disciple and is very knowledgeable. Why don't you explain it to us? "
Hasegawa stared at Nakamura Jiro and said, "Sanni-Ryu is a kind of swordsmanship that has been lost for a long time. I didn't expect this man to have mastered it. I don't know who taught him, or if he developed it himself. The legendary Three Blade Stream allows him to control three swords at will and reach the acme of swordsmanship. This man should be invincible among his peers."
When Hasegawa said that he was invincible among his peers, he meant that he was invincible among those in the Transforming Strength Stage. After all, Jiro Nakamura was in the Transforming Strength Stage, and Hasegawa had just reached the level of the Innate Master. No matter how good Jiro Nakamura's kung fu was, he would not be able to defeat Hasegawa. Because no matter how skillful Jiro Nakamura's moves were, Hasegawa could still kill him in a second.
Having said that, Nakamura Jiro, who was invincible in Transforming Strength, was already at the top of the martial arts masters. No matter where he went, he would definitely be respected. Even the two referees sitting next to Hasegawa might not be stronger than Nakamura Jiro. Nakamura Jiro's strength was evident.
The chief steward of the Princess's Mansion took another look at Nakamura Jiro. It was hard to tell what he was thinking from his expression. He said seriously, "The rules are that the fight will end when one of them is down and unable to fight back, or when one of them admits defeat. Once the winner is decided, the fight will end immediately and the winner will not be allowed to attack again. I hereby announce the start of the match."
The strong Taro Sugiyani gritted his teeth and roared. He took out his long katana and chopped at Nakamura Jiro's head like a bolt of lightning.
Nakamura Jiro laughed and flashed past like a bolt of lightning. Two deep wounds appeared on Taro Sugiyani's chest. Nakamura Jiro sheathed his katana. He had only used two katanas, not the third. But Taro Sugiyani was defeated. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. His eyes almost popped out and his body twitched.
The karate master on the referees' stand sighed and said, "Take him away. He's dead."
The crowd gasped. Nakamura Jiro was indeed as ruthless as the rumors said.
Nakamura Jiro laughed and glanced at the audience. He said coldly, "I don't know how to fight. I only know how to kill. I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
He killed his opponent with one strike and no one could say anything about it. He didn't break the rules because Taro Sugiyani would die when he was defeated.
The chief executive stepped onto the stage and announced Nakamura Jiro's victory.
No one cheered. There was only discussion and fear in people's eyes.
Xiao Bing was having a headache. With Nakamura Jiro's appearance, the difficulty of his task had increased. Although Xiao Bing was stronger than Taro Sugiyani, he could not reveal his true strength. That was to say, he could not let others know that he had reached the Innate Realm. Otherwise, it would be suspicious if an innate master wanted to be the personal samurai of a princess.
Especially in a small place like Country R, Innate Masters were very rare. Each of them was an extremely respected existence. This kind of people also had very strong self-esteem. They were very proud and aloof. It was impossible for them to easily become the personal warrior of a princess. If it was the personal warrior of the Emperor of Japan, it would be more appropriate.
The most important thing was that the man who just died was too weak to force Jiro to reveal his true strength. Otherwise, Xiao Bing would have been able to see if Jiro had any flaws.
There were two more contestants who had reached the level of Transforming Strength. One of them was about the same age as Xiao Bing. He was a 27-year-old Transforming Strength Master, who could be regarded as a martial arts genius. It seemed that Xiao Bing should not underestimate these Country R people. Although the population was much smaller, there were still some geniuses. The other one was a Transforming Strength Master who was nearly 40 years old.
It seemed that Princess Nami was very attractive. Otherwise, there would not be so many Transforming Strength masters who wanted to be her personal samurai.
Soon, it was Xiao Bing's turn. He entered the arena and reported his name. He would finish the battle within 10 moves. His opponent was weak. If Xiao Bing did not want to show his weakness, he could finish him within three moves without revealing his true strength.
After Xiao Bing's turn, there were only six or seven matches left. After the next few matches, the top 80 were completely determined. The chief executive walked into the arena and announced the names of the top 80 contestants. Then he announced the next day's competition. The next morning, the top 80 would advance to 40. In the afternoon, the top 20 would advance to 20. Out of the 160 contestants, only 20 would be left. The competition would be more intense.
After the competition, the spectators and participants all left the stage. The spectators watched with great interest. Some of them came not just to watch the show, but also to recruit talents. There were some who couldn't make it to the end, but that didn't mean they were weak. Some powerful powers needed experts the most. When the time came, they could try to recruit them.
Xiao Bing did not show any outstanding strength in the first round, so he was happy to stop. It was estimated that the masters who had reached or were close to the level of Transforming Strength would not stop tonight. Many of them would offer their business cards to Xiao Bing. But they would not agree now, because they had not been eliminated yet. There was still a possibility that they could make it to the end.
Xiao Bing left the arena and went to a nearby shop to eat something. Then he walked out to find a car to go back to the hotel. Dozens of people surrounded him, led by the man from Osaka Mingdao who saw Xiao Bing today.
Xiao Bing was not surprised to be stopped by these people. In fact, Xiao Bing had already expected that someone would make trouble for him. There were two possibilities. One was that a contestant wanted to get rid of some of his opponents in private, but this possibility was very small, because Xiao Bing did not reveal any of his strength during the day. The second possibility was that he had offended someone in the Sakura Hall last night.
Those who could go in and out of the nightclub were basically powerful or rich upper-class people. At that time, they were so ridiculed and humiliated by him. It was not surprising that some of them wanted to retaliate against him. What's more, there was another person who hated him even more, Osaka Yangzi … And he heard that his father seemed to be protecting more than half of the docks in Jingdong City. The person who could do this must have many capable people under his command, and he was a big shot in both the underworld and the underworld.
Xiao Bing did not bother to guess who it was. What did people have a mouth for? Naturally, a mouth was used to talk and ask questions … So Xiao Bing asked lazily, "Tell me, who sent you to deal with me?"
The man in the middle of the crowd came over, looked at Xiao Bing, and said with a smile, "Mr. Aoki is really arrogant. I think you must know Osaka Yangzi?"
"Oh, I know him. I must know him very well. Is he the Osaka Yangzi who rolled under my crotch last night?"
As soon as these words came out, these people were completely enraged.
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