Miyamoto Hideyoshi slowly slashed out with his Tachi Infant Tear. He was originally more than ten meters away from Li Xianyu, but when he slashed out with Infant Tear, the distance was reduced to less than two meters. He appeared in front of Li Xianyu as if he had teleported, and the cold blade slashed at Li Xianyu's throat.
Li Xianyu leaned back, and the blade of his saber whistled past his cheek, unleashing a saber projection of twenty feet in length toward the spectator stands.
Everyone exclaimed.
The bald referee on the left saw this and hurriedly tried to save the situation, but he was obviously too slow.
Victoria jumped out and crossed her arms. Her white skin turned greenish-black and shone with a metallic luster under the sun.
Ding!
The blade aura slashed her arms and immediately collapsed. Victoria staggered back a few steps, shook her numb hands, nodded at the grateful referee, and silently returned to her seat. This was the advantage of the Dao Discussion Conference. There were so many experts in the audience, and even if the referee made a mistake, there was no need to worry about accidentally injuring the audience.
"Very strong, stronger than me." Victoria clenched her fists. Her tendons were injured, and she could not hold her fists.
Eric nodded with a solemn expression.
Victoria was the female War God of the Supers Association. The title came from her Steel Form Esper Ability and her age. To be precise, she was the female War God of the younger generation. Her strength was slightly inferior to Eric's, but not by much.
Another referee took out a dark gold alms bowl and threw it into the air. The golden alms bowl floated above the ring, sprinkling a golden light curtain that covered the entire ring.
The golden alms bowl should only be used after the top sixteen, but the participants in this Dao Discussion Conference were far stronger than the previous ones.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi's first strike missed, and he followed up with Blood Moon, stabbing at Li Xianyu's heart.
At this time, Li Xianyu was still leaning back, and he hurriedly turned around to deal with it. The Blood Moon stabbed into his lungs, and his breathing suddenly stopped. He kicked Miyamoto Hideyoshi away, covering his wound as he staggered back.
Wow!
The audience exclaimed.
They could not accept the fact that Li Xianyu was heavily injured in two moves.
The situation was reversed in an instant. Just a moment ago, Li Xianyu had calmly blocked Miyamoto Hideyoshi's famous Katana Slash, and victory was within his grasp. The next moment, he was stabbed by Miyamoto Hideyoshi.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi took the opportunity to beat the dog while it was down. His Tachi Infant Tears was the main attack, and his Riiza Blood Moon was his support. The two sabers were connected seamlessly without any flaws.
Li Xianyu used his left hand as a weapon. If he could dodge an attack, he would. If he couldn't, he would use his left hand to block. However, from time to time, bone scars would appear on his body, making him look battered and exhausted.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi, who had two swords in his hands, was on a completely different level from when he was fighting bare-handed.
In terms of pure physical skills, Li Xianyu was able to compete with him. Once Miyamoto Hideyoshi had the dual blades in his hands, the gap between the two sides immediately widened.
The Niten Ichi-ryū was created by the famous Sword Sage, Miyamoto Musashi. The Niten referred to the two suns, which were the sun and the moon, Yin and Yang.
Their attacks complemented each other and also served as a form of defense.
Every swordsman who had reached the next level of the Niten Ichi-ryū must have extremely strong mental strength. That was because the foundation of practicing the Niten Ichi-ryū was to multitask. Those without strong mental strength would not be able to do it.
Beginners had to hold a pen with both hands and write different characters every day until the "consciousness" of both hands became independent. The left and right hands represented two different swordsmen. They could cooperate with each other or fight on their own. It was unpredictable.
Deep sword marks appeared one after another on the arena. Miyamoto Hideyoshi was like a moving knife machine, cutting through any obstacles.
Li Xianyu's sword Qi, thunder technique, and Kato Hawk Finger were all vulnerable in front of his unparalleled attacks.
"He's so strong. Under such attacks, even Jiese and Dan Chenzi can only retreat. Is this the Niten Ichi-ryū?"
"It's indeed one of the strongest sects in Japan. Miyamoto Hideyoshi's Katana Slash is already very strong, but the Niten Ichi-ryū is even better."
"It's fine. Li Xianyu's supernatural ability is self-healing. He's not afraid of a prolonged battle."
"Come on, hang in there. You're the heir of the Li family. "
The audience was worried for Li Xianyu, praying that he could turn the tables. The jovial atmosphere from before was gone forever. After witnessing Miyamoto Hideyoshi's strength, they only hoped that Li Xianyu could hang in there. There was still hope if he persisted.
"Sigh, the heir of the Li family is still lacking compared to the top young masters." Someone sighed.
Hearing the discussions around her, Thunder Zhanhime was a little anxious. She looked around and realized that everyone was calm. She was the only one who was anxious. However, their calmness was not because they trusted Li Xianyu, but because they were certain that he would fail.
These little b * tches usually tried their best to take advantage of him, but now they were not anxious at all.
"Great-grandmother, can he win?" Thunder Zhanhime asked Great-grandmother, who was standing not far away with an equally calm expression.
She was one of the little b * tches.
"He can't win. This Japanese swordsman is very powerful. He's far from being able to defeat him," Great-grandmother said while chewing on a spicy strip.
Great-grandmother was a big shot who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. Even if Mt. Tai collapsed in front of her, she would not change her expression. Of course, she would not make such a stupid move as her beautiful face turning pale and her heart trembling because of a mere contest.
Well, it was also impossible for her to tremble.
"But if he can't win the championship, then the Buddha's promise will be meaningless." Thunder Zhanhime frowned. "The Buddha is deliberately playing with him."
"The Buddha wants to tell him that the strongest fist is the truth. Relying on others will always be an ant." Great-grandmother said lightly, "If the Buddha can help him, it doesn't matter if he doesn't. My Li family has never needed other people's protection. I'm enough. "
Cui Hua snorted and raised her pretty face. "And me."
"F * cking retard, an ancestor who has learned from his mistakes. If you're so powerful, why didn't you protect his father? A pet cat who is overconfident, obviously far from S class, but is so arrogant that he thinks he's the best. "Thunder Zhanhime's heart went crazy.
At this time, she heard Tong say worriedly, "Come on, big brother Ding Ding, you must defeat him. Don't lose."
Thunder Zhanhime's heart went cold.
He tried to fight, but it only meant that he was constantly being cut, and his body was getting more and more damaged. Therefore, Li Xianyu adopted a wandering fighting style.
His wounds were fatal, and his self-healing ability was constantly repairing them. That was how confident Cheng Yaojin was after opening a big move. I want to be naughty in front of you. Chase me if you have the guts.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi had never encountered an opponent as difficult as Li Xianyu. The other party was always in a state of being beaten, but he could not die. Just like Goku in Dragon Ball, no matter how badly he was beaten, he would not die.
"He's gradually finding the rhythm. I can't drag this out. The longer I drag this out, the more my advantage will gradually turn into a disadvantage." Miyamoto Hideyoshi pondered. He did not have Li Xianyu's endurance. Niten Ichi-ryū was a swordsmanship that consumed a lot of energy. Throughout history, there were many seniors who died of exhaustion.
"Chi, chi, chi!"
Miyamoto Hideyoshi spun, and the two swords danced into a dense storm of steel, with blade aura waving out. In the face of such a fierce attack, Li Xianyu could only retreat again and again. Sword marks appeared under his feet.
His path of retreat was blocked, and he gradually retreated to the edge of the arena.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi's eyes lit up, and the Tachi stabbed straight at Li Xianyu. His sword was as fast as lightning, and if he retreated, he would be out of the arena. He could not dodge either. If he dodged, the other party would slash at him, and it would be even more dangerous. Li Xianyu stretched out his left hand and held the Tachi Neonate Sob.
The baby's cry was ear-piercing, and the broken glove on his left hand exploded. The tip of the sword spewed out a sharp blade aura, hitting Li Xianyu's shoulder.
So painful!
His face turned pale, and the blade aura was like a sharp steel needle, stabbing into his arm. Slime might be indestructible, but it was not immune to pain.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi's attack did not stop there. Holding the Neonate Sob, Li Xianyu had obviously expected it. He forced him to the edge of the arena and sealed off the space for him to move around. Then, he used the Neonate Sob to force him to hold the sword, restricting his most powerful left hand.
It was to create an opportunity for the Blood Moon to kill him in one strike.
The Blood Moon burst out with a dazzling light, and it was hard to tell if it was the reflection of the noon sun or its own glow.
It turned into the most sinister venomous snake in the world, biting at Li Xianyu's heart.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi had seen the power of Li Xianyu's self-healing ability, but no matter how powerful it was, it could not make him immortal. All abilities in the world had an upper limit.
Shattering his heart and sending the destructive blade aura into his body, even if the heir of the Li family did not die, he would be crippled.
Sensing danger, the only thing Li Xianyu could do was use his remaining right hand to block the blade. Being stabbed in the heart by an ordinary person and being stabbed in the heart by an artifact were two completely different concepts.
It was like a nuclear bomb and an ordinary missile of the same yield. The former was far more dangerous than the latter.
The Blood Moon pierced through his palm, and Miyamoto Hideyoshi shook his wrist. The blade aura directly shattered Li Xianyu's entire palm and pierced into his heart unimpeded.
Boom!
A bloody mist exploded, piercing through his front and back. Not to mention the heart, even his sternum was gone.
Panicked screams came from the audience, and countless people could not help but stand up.
Someone died?
Even though he knew that the Li Family's descendant's special ability was self-healing, the self-healing special ability had its limitations. It was uncertain if he could survive such an injury.
The audience was shocked and angry. The heir of the Li family had a bad reputation and made many enemies. After all, he was a member of China's Bloodline Family. If he died in the hands of a Japanese swordsman, he would become an international laughingstock.
Seeing this scene, the people from the major families had mixed feelings. They could not wait for Li Xianyu to die. But if he died, the position of Pantheon Palace would be gone. Then, he might have to face the wrath of the Unparalleled Battle Soul.
"You lost. To be able to fight with me to this extent, you are a good opponent." Miyamoto Hideyoshi smiled coldly. "But weaklings are not qualified to stand in the arena. Get out."
He kicked Li Xianyu's chest and kicked him out of the arena.
As if the camera had suddenly flipped, the blue sky, the audience, and the dense crowd of people flashed across his vision.
The scene froze, and unfamiliar faces came into view. Some were angry, some were anxious, and some were a mixture of joy and worry. Everything flashed by, and finally, it turned into Miyamoto Hideyoshi's disdainful sneer.
An indescribable anger suddenly surged from the bottom of Li Xianyu's heart. It did not represent any emotion. It was an instinctive anger, like the first cry of a newborn baby.
"Hmm?" Miyamoto Hideyoshi's pupils shrank.
Li Xianyu fell backward. His body was in line with the stage, but he stopped moving in a way that defied the laws of gravity and did not fall. His pitch-black arms were elongated like tentacles. His fingers dug into the hard concrete and held on tightly.
Seeing this scene, Newton was probably so angry that he would jump out of his coffin and curse.
"Wow, he didn't fall. He didn't fall?"
"What's going on? He's so seriously injured, but he still hasn't admitted defeat?"
"Please explain it to me. I don't understand anymore."
Seeing this scene, the audience was also shocked.
Li Xianyu slowly stood up and returned to the arena. The black and white in his eyes faded away and turned into a crimson color.
Waves of blood mist rose, and his wounds healed quickly. His skin was abnormally red, like a cooked shrimp.
His blood was boiling.
Miyamoto Hideyoshi looked at him in shock. An inconceivable thought appeared in his mind. The thousands of spectators in the audience finally reacted. Their gazes and expressions were no different from Miyamoto Hideyoshi's.
Everyone was dumbfounded and in disbelief.
In the seats far away, Great-grandmother, who had been through the vicissitudes of life, stood up abruptly. Her eyes were wide open, and the spicy strip in her hand was crushed to pieces.
"It must be fake!" Dan Chenzi, who was as calm as a chrysanthemum, mumbled.
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