Chapter 1506 The Peak Showdown
Oda Takeo has never been so despised by anyone.
His eyes were like spitting fire, wishing to burn Yang Haoran to ashes.
As soon as his feet moved, the ninja sword in his hand flew towards Yang Haoran like a meteor.
At the same time, Oda Takeo kept walking and looked towards Ling Tianmiao.
In Oda Takeo's view, killing Yang Haoran was just a matter of convenience and there would be no suspense.
Ling Tianmiao was the opponent he really wanted to kill.
However, with a crisp metal trembling sound, Oda Takeo suddenly felt sore and numb in his arm.
That huge power almost made Oda Takeo unable to grasp the ninja sword in his hand.
This made Oda Takeo startled and he quickly looked away.
I saw Yang Haoran's hand had a sword shining with red light.
“When playing with weapons, Chinese people are the ancestors.
Let me teach you how to use a sword!"
Yang Haoran spoke loudly, but the sword in his hand did not delay at all.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords had been thrust out.
Oda Takeo only saw stars dotted in front of his eyes, as if shrouded in sword light.
Terrified, I had to step back.
Yang Haoran pressed forward step by step, the sword in his hand getting faster and faster.
The situation was completely reversed. Oda Takeo kept retreating while waving the ninja sword in his hand to block.
The sound of swords clashing was endless, and people around him couldn't even see clearly the movements of the two men. It was too fast.
"Damn it!"
Oda Takeo cursed and sweat started to flow from his forehead.
He never expected that Yang Haoran was actually stronger than Ling Tianmiao.
Moreover, Yang Haoran had the upper hand, which made him quite embarrassed at the moment.
This situation must be reversed quickly, otherwise it will be too embarrassing!
Oda Takeo is revered as the Martial Saint. He is not only powerful, but also has very comprehensive skills.
He is also an absolute master when it comes to concealed weapons.
And compared with the use of hidden weapons by ordinary ninjas, Takeo Oda's use of hidden weapons is more subtle and more lethal.
Just as he kept retreating, Oda Takeo's body trembled.
In an instant, more than a dozen hidden weapons shot out from various parts of his body.
Yang Haoran was almost right next to him. Within such a short distance, there was no way to avoid him.
Seeing all the hidden weapons hit Yang Haoran, leaving more than a dozen holes in his clothes.
Yang Haoran's figure also slowed down, and his movements were affected.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Oda Takeo turned from defense to offense.
After avoiding Yang Haoran's sword, the ninja sword was pushed forward fiercely, aiming at Yang Haoran's heart.
Yang Haoran couldn't avoid it, which made Takeda Oda feel ecstatic.
The hands continued to increase strength, and at the same time, the body continued to approach Yang Haoran.
Seeing that the ninja sword had penetrated Yang Haoran's body.
But Takeo Oda soon noticed something was wrong.
His ninja sword was not hindered in any way, why was it like it was stabbed in the void?
Moreover, Yang Haoran suddenly showed a strange smile that shocked Takeda Oda.
There must be something wrong here!
With his rich combat experience, Oda Takeo didn't have time to think too much.
He drew the knife back without hesitation, and then his whole body was stunned.
The blade of the ninja sword has completely disappeared.
All that was left in Oda Takeo's hands was half of the ninja sword.
Where did the blade go? Did it disappear into thin air?
Looking at Yang Haoran's heart, although the clothes were torn.
But it can be clearly judged that Yang Haoran was not injured, and not even a drop of blood was shed.
Oda Takeo felt his scalp numb. What was going on?
"What do you still do with your broken knife?"
Yang Haoran's voice made Oda Takeshi wake up violently.
His eyes were filled with fear. Not only his ninja sword, but also the hidden weapon he had just shot out had all disappeared.
The key is that Yang Haoran didn't leave any scars on his body.
Could it be that they were all swallowed up by Yang Haoran’s body?
This idea shocked Takeo Oda. How could this be possible?
When I was panicking, I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my wrist.
Yang Haoran's Chixiao Sword struck his wrist.
Oda Takeo doesn't have Yang Haoran's ability to swallow magic weapons.
With a clang, half of Oda Takeo's ninja sword and his hand that was cut off by Yang Haoran's sword fell to the ground at the same time.
"Ah! My hand!"
Oda Takeo let out a horrifying scream.
The surrounding Nigerians suddenly became confused.
The original enthusiasm dissipated in an instant, and panic spread among the crowd.
"How is this possible? Lord Martial Saint's hand was actually cut off by a humble Chinese practitioner!"
"Tell me this isn't real, it must be an illusion!"
The popular myth of Oda Takeo in Nigeria suddenly burst like a bubble.
Some Nigerians were already slumped on the ground, looking dull and lost.
Many Nigerians even burst into tears and howled.
Mayi Ye kept looking at this scene, her body trembling and sweating profusely.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.
"How could this happen? Does Nigeria have no chance anymore?"
Yokono Shizo's face was ferocious and his fists were clenched.
"Sir, don't panic, Lord Martial Saint may have been negligent.
Although one of his hands was cut off, he was not defeated yet.
Maybe things will turn around soon.”
Yang Haoran did not beat the drowned dog, but put away the Chixiao Sword.
Don’t Nigerians want to take this opportunity to boost national confidence?
Then he will do the opposite and completely destroy the mentality of the Nigerian people!
To achieve this goal, killing Takeo Oda with one sword would be too hasty.
He wanted to use the most shocking way to end Takeo Oda's life.
"Japanese Guatou, if you kowtow to me and admit defeat now, I won't kill you!"
Yang Haoran said coldly, his voice cold.
Takeda Oda was so painful that he was sweating all over, but he had sealed his blood vessels and stopped the bleeding.
After hearing what Yang Haoran said, his face turned blue with anger and he became furious.
"Nigerians will never be slaves! It's just a broken hand, just an inch or two, and you want me to surrender?"
Stop dreaming, I will kill you anyway!"
After losing his arm, Takeo Oda burst out with unprecedented tyranny.
This is already Oda Takeo's last stand.
Only by killing Yang Haoran can he continue to return to his Zhusheng Dojo.
Otherwise, he would be a shame to the country of Nigeria. What qualifications would he have to be called a martial saint of the country?
In that case, he might as well die!
Yang Haoran chuckled and looked at Oda Takeo with eyes full of disdain.
"Well, I'll give you a chance, just take action."
"Ah! Looking for death!"
Takeda Oda roared loudly and rushed towards Yang Haoran like a tiger descending a mountain.
This chapter has been completed!
