"Tai Chi represents vitality. Where qi is, it grows and multiplies endlessly. Sword Incineration represents death. There's no return. Fang Yan lost. He lost because the power of death was stronger and more vigorous. What a pity. "Someone sighed heavily.
"The competition ends here. Friends, I'll be leaving first. But let's make it clear. I'll be the one to challenge this Japanese in a month. You're not allowed to compete with me. "
"Why you? I'm going to challenge him tomorrow. "
Chiba Haowu laughed maniacally. He said to Qing Yin proudly, "Qing Yin, did you see that? My lord father had won - he had won again. There's no difference from before. But I didn't expect him to use Sword Incineration. Who does Fang Yan think he is? Is he worthy of Father using Sword Incineration? Shouldn't you keep such a godly skill and use it as a trump card when you challenge a stronger opponent? "
Chiba Haowu felt that it was natural for his father to win against Fang Yan. He even stubbornly believed that Fang Yan was so weak that he only needed to use 20% to 30% of his strength. Why did he have to use such a powerful technique? Did he deserve it?
Qing Yin looked at the proud Chiba Haowu and said, "Fang Yan is nothing. He's worthy of Master using Sword Incineration. Master knows his opponent better than we do. He knows what kind of opponent he's facing and what kind of technique he should use."
Chiba Haomu glanced at Qing Yin's position with dissatisfaction. He didn't like Qing Yin because he was always hiding in the dark, sneaky, and couldn't be seen. Even when his father won a great victory, he still put on a dead face.
Someone who didn't even know how to smile was really annoying.
Chiba Haowu looked very disheveled after climbing the mountain.
She had underestimated this "trip." If it wasn't for the woman who kidnapped her helping her from time to time, she wouldn't have been able to climb the steepest peak of Sword Peak.
Chiba Haowu widened her eyes at the scene in front of her. Her eyes couldn't help tearing up.
She felt very sad.
She saw her father go all out. She also saw how talented Fang Yan was.
But her language teacher, Fang Yan, still had his chest cut open by her father.
How painful would that be?
His father was right. He shouldn't have come to watch this match. No matter if he saw his father being killed or his father killing someone, he wouldn't be happy.
Phoenix looked at Chiba Kaoru, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and said with a smile, "Are you feeling sad?"
"Why must it be like this?" Chiba Kaori asked.
"Because they are all men with goals," Phoenix said. "This pursuit is too big, so big that little women like us can't understand it at all. I'm not willing to accept it. "
"Just kill me," Chiba Kaori said.
"What?" Phoenix frowned.
"Just kill me," Chiba Kaori said. "Because my father will definitely kill Teacher Fang Yan. It's better to die earlier than later. The earlier I die, the less painful it will be."
The Phoenix sneered and said, "Don't worry, the match is not over yet."
Of course, the match wasn't over yet.
Fang Yan's Tai Chi Realm was actually broken by someone. This was the first time — no, the second time. It could also be the third time.
The first time was broken by the old drunkard. At that time, he had just comprehended the Heart of Tai Chi. He had already used the Tai Chi Realm, but he was sent flying by a punch. He couldn't stop it, and he couldn't stop it.
The second time was broken by Ye Rou. That woman could ignore all defenses. She could hit your face whenever she wanted, and she could kick your balls whenever she wanted.
This time, it was broken by Chiba Kaoru, a Japanese who came from afar across the ocean.
The Japanese Sword God had the ability to look down on all the heroes. He deserved the praise and support of the Japanese.
Fang Yan looked at the crack on his chest, the open flesh, and the rain of blood. He said with a smile, "Why did you say sorry? Did you want to kill me because you saw my talent? But it's not your fault. I'm indeed the most outstanding young man in the whole of Hua Xia — "
Thinking that Ye Rou might also be watching from the sidelines, Fang Yan unwillingly added two words, "One of —"
As Fang Yan spoke, he stabbed the hand that was holding Chiba Kaoru's wrist hard.
His five fingers were like sharp edges, fiercely piercing Chiba Kaoru's wrist, leaving five bloody holes on the wall of his hand.
Seeing Chiba Kaoru's puzzled look, Fang Yan said with a smile, "Your sword represents death, but Tai Chi represents rebirth — my rebirth is not as good as your death force. So, although I was still tied up by you and my chest was cut by you, when you cut my chest, there would naturally be airflow coming out. "
"So, you found an opportunity." Chiba Kaoru's eyes were full of admiration. "When I used the sword energy to slash open your chest, it was also the moment when the old energy was gone and the new energy hadn't been regenerated. The fleeting opportunity was seized by you —"
"You cut me with your sword, and I made five small holes on your body. You are older than me, so I suffered a little loss," Fang Yan said with a smile.
"Fang Yan, how about being an East Asian in your next life?" Chiba Kaoru looked at Fang Yan's handsome face and said very seriously, "In that case, I can't bear to kill you."
"I can feel your sincerity, but I have to refuse — so, don't make such a difficult request to others in the future," Fang Yan said angrily. "My father will still be my father in his next life, and my mother will still be my mother in her next life. I will still be born in the Tai Chi Fang Family and have the heart of Tai Chi. If an East Asian called Chiba Kaoru comes to challenge me, I will gladly accept the challenge and try my best to kill him. If I can't kill him, I will seriously injure him; if I can't, I will bite him. There are many people in Hua Xia. We have many cowards who are afraid of death, but we don't lack hot-blooded and fearless warriors. "
"That makes me want to kill you even more."
"I've decided a long time ago that I will be a Hua Xia man in life and be buried in Hua Xia's grave when I die." Fang Yan laughed very heroically. "I don't have enough courage, and I don't have enough vigor. I cherish my life very much, but if it's necessary, I don't mind sacrificing it. If you can take it, you can take it. If you can't, you can't leave. "
Chiba Kaoru sighed softly.
Such young people were scary, and Hua Xia, who had these young people, was the most promising.
With a flick of his wrist, Fang Yan's right arm looked as if it had been sliced by countless knives, and countless small wounds appeared.
Those were caused by the sword energy.
He didn't need to use his fists or feet. Just every joint of his arm could be used as a sword. Chiba Kaoru's cultivation was really profound and terrifying.
Fang Yan punched out, and Chiba Kaoru waved his sleeve to block it.
Bang!
Fang Yan's fist landed on Qianye Bing's wide sleeve. The sleeve was like an incomparably hard iron plate.
Fang Yan blasted a big hole in the ironing board, but his body flew backward.
Whoosh —
After Fang Yan's body slid on the ground for a while, his head hit a huge rock. Until then, the momentum of his body was exhausted.
Before anyone could react, Fang Yan got up from the ground.
He didn't like to lie down because he felt that this posture was too ugly.
So many fans were looking at him, so he had to work hard to maintain the style of a male god.
The clothes on his chest were open, and the mountain wind whistled and slapped his strong and well-proportioned chest.
Fang Yan stood as straight as a mountain, without a trace of timidity.
Chiba Kaoru looked at Fang Yan, who was striding toward him, and frowned slightly.
His arm was also bleeding, which was a hole made by Fang Yan's claws. His fingers were sharper than a sharp knife, and they forcibly pierced through the skin and flesh, piercing through his arm.
He originally wanted to kill Fang Yan with one blow and end the battle cleanly.
But he didn't expect that it would be a life and death competition now —
The one who persisted until the end would be the final winner.
Moreover, an opponent who was not afraid of death was indeed a headache.
Fang Yan's body started to sway. He looked like a drunkard who had just returned home. Even his eyes became hazy, as if he couldn't see the world in front of him clearly.
His feet stepped on protruding stones several times, and he almost fell. His body staggered forward a few steps, and he barely maintained his posture.
Fang Yan leaped up and threw a punch at Chiba Shinobu's head.
Hiss —
His fist was like steel, and his Qi was like the Yangtze River.
This punch completely subverted the principle and essence of Tai Chi, which used softness to overcome hardness. Using force against force, using tyranny against tyranny.
This was what people in Jianghu called hard Tai Chi.
Hard Tai Chi used force against force, while soft Tai Chi used little force to overcome great force.
Chiba Kaoru jumped up and kicked Fang Yan's body.
Pa la la —
Fang Yan's fist hit the tip of Chiba Kaoru's foot. The fist energy collided with the sword energy, and the airflow collided, making a harsh explosion.
Fang Yan's body fell and flew backward again. Chiba Kaoru's body fell three steps back after landing.
Bang!
Fang Yan's body hit the big stone.
Fang Yan shook his hand and stood up again.
Using the Cross Step, he once again charged toward the Chiba Shinobi.
There were no fancy skills or complicated movements. It was just a fight of force, a fight of life.
Bang —
Fang Yan's body was blasted away again.
After breaking several small trees in a row, he was stopped by a bigger tree.
Fang Yan's throat was sweet, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chiba Kaoru's face was expressionless, but a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Chiba Kaoru had been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and his internal force cultivation was indeed better than Fang Yan's.
Fang Yan tidied his sweaty hair and struggled to get up again.
"I'm going to kill him." Fang Yingying was like a red-eyed bull, angrily rushing toward Chiba Kaoru.
He was going to kill him!
Or be killed by him!
Bang!
A leather boot appeared and kicked him in the face, sending him flying back.
Hero Fang, who was sprinting forward, was kicked in the stomach before he could even turn around. He tumbled back to his original position.
"What are you doing, you crazy woman —" Fang Yingying roared at Ye Rou. It was the first time that he dared to speak to the violent woman like this.
"If you don't go help, why don't you let us go —" Fang Haohan also stared at Ye Rou fiercely, his chest rising and falling. It seemed that he was about to explode.
"Watch. Watch carefully. This is his fight, and he wants to fight fair and square — he doesn't want anyone to help him. If he needed help, he would've gone back to ask the old drunkard for help. Why would he need you two idiots to call back for help? "Ye Rou's face was gloomy, and she clenched her fists tightly.
"If he dies, I'll go challenge him. If I die, the old drunkard will go challenge him. If all the masters of our Fang family are dead, there are other heroes from Hua Xia to challenge him. It's not your turn to die. "
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