Tumoto Yefu raised his chin, looking arrogant. After he finished speaking, he smiled coldly, looked at Ye Qingyuan and said: "Ye Qingyuan, when Ye Wen and my ancestors dueled, the winner was determined in the ring.
But my ancestors committed suicide by disembowelment in shame, so today in this arena, we not only have to decide the outcome, but also life and death, how about that?"
Ye Qingyuan said calmly: "Our Chinese martial arts emphasizes humility and courtesy. I will not offend others unless they offend me. No matter what happens today, if you lose, I will naturally let you go, but if I lose, you can take it."
My life."
"Ha ha!"
Tumoto Yefu laughed wildly, "Okay, if I win, I will definitely not show mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tumoto Yefu swung the long and short wooden sword in his hand forward, kicked hard on the ground with his feet, and immediately rushed towards Ye Qingyuan.
Ye Qingyuan's feet were firmly planted on his horse, and he opened his hands in a Wing Chun stance. The wooden knife slashed at him sharply, and he dodged as if he had stepped on a lotus flower.
Tumoto Yefu attacked three times in one breath, all of them aimed at Ye Qingyuan's vital points, but Ye Qingyuan calmly dodged them all.
Tumoto Yefu was not depressed at all, but became more and more courageous as he fought. A pair of long and short swords, he shook off countless swords in an instant and covered Ye Qingyuan's face.
It was originally a wooden sword, but due to the messy appearance of the sword and the wanton killing intent, everyone in the arena had an illusion, as if the wooden sword was not a wooden sword but a real sword.
No matter how fierce Tumoto Yefu's sword was, Ye Qingyuan always dodged calmly and calmly, seemingly unaffected by it.
Some of the juniors in the Chinese martial arts community had already shown joy on their faces, and they were talking and praising in a low voice, "Chief Ye is worthy of being a descendant of Grandmaster Ye Wen. No matter how this hateful old man from the island country attacks us, we remain calm and calm.
I think this island country old man’s physical strength will be almost exhausted soon, and Chief Ye will fight back soon!”
"Yes, Chief Ye hasn't even made a move yet, but the old man from the island country opposite has already tried his best, but what can he do? He can't even touch the hem of Chief Ye's clothes!"
"Come on, Chief Ye, take action and defeat him!"
…
The juniors were talking a lot and were very happy. In their minds, Ye Qingyuan had already won.
But the seniors in the arena below the arena all had solemn expressions on their faces, as if they were worried about Ye Qingyuan.
Lin Kun was looking at the two people above the ring with a solemn look on his brows. Che Lingling glanced at him and immediately asked in a low and confused voice: "Lin Kun, are you nervous for that old man from the island nation?
"
Lin Kun turned around, smiled bitterly, and said: "How could I be nervous for him? He is not a relative of mine."
Che Lingling said: "Then are you nervous for Chief Ye?"
Hearing what Che Lingling said, Yu Qing and some people around him all looked at Lin Kun in confusion.
Che Yong wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
Under the attention of everyone, Lin Kun did not show off, looking at the two people who were still facing off in the ring, and said: "The current situation, it seems that Chief Ye is calm and dodging calmly, but Tu Bennofu's attack is fierce, but he is also not afraid of it.
It’s just some useless work.”
Che Lingling asked back: "Isn't it like this?"
Lin Kun smiled and shook his head and said: "If you look carefully at the situation between the two of them, it's definitely not that Chief Ye doesn't want to resist, but that he has no chance to take action at all. This Tumoto Yefu is a real master. He seems messy.
The powerful attack moves are actually extremely powerful
His two wooden knives, one long and one short, completely blocked Chief Ye's way to fight back, and he still looked at ease. If the fight continued like this, Chief Ye would not be able to find a breakthrough point.
If we hold on for ten more moves, I'm afraid we will be defeated."
"No way..."
Che Lingling was not the only one to speak out, a group of people surrounding her all expressed disbelief.
Lin Kun said nothing and continued to look back at the two people competing on the ring.
Ye Qingyuan frowned slightly at this time. Although he was able to move with ease, he wanted to fight back, but he could never find a chance. The great thing about the Tu Ben Yefu in front of him was that he had thoroughly studied the Ye family's Wing Chun methods. Every time
They were able to get ahead of him and cut off his path.
Ye Qingyuan was anxious in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. A duel between real masters is not only a battle of moves, but also a psychological one.
Take Nobuo Tomoto as an example. Outsiders can't see it now, but some senior masters in the arena have already seen the clues.
Takumoto Yeo had all the advantages, but he did not dare to attack Ye Qingyuan rashly. On the surface, it looked like he was playing a circus rat, but he was testing Ye Qingyuan step by step.
After all, the Ye family's Wing Chun has been passed down to this day. Although it is generally in decline, no one can guarantee whether the Ye family has a backup plan in case he rashly attacks Ye Qingyuan and hits the target.
With Ye Qingyuan's approach, victory or defeat can be determined by a thought.
On the other side of the ring, the two brothers of the Sak family frowned and watched the duel on the ring. Saklansi asked Sak Aman: "Brother, what do you think this island guy is doing?"
Sak'aman touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and said: "Look, the old man named Ye has obviously blocked all the ways of attack by the old man from the Tuben family, but he still looks calm.
Don’t you think it’s strange?”
Saklans thought for a while and said: "Brother, you mean that Ye Qingyuan seems to be restricted, but in fact he is waiting for an opportunity?"
Sak Aman said: "Not necessarily, but in this kind of duel between levels, victory or defeat is often determined by one move. Old man Tuben seems to be attacking very fiercely, but he still doesn't dare to attack rashly. To put it bluntly,
He is also wary of Ye Qingyuan's back-up plan."
Saklansi nodded and said: "Brother makes sense, but why do I feel that Ye Qingyuan is not that powerful? The news we have received is that in his generation, the Ye family no longer has a master to speak of. There has been no master for a long time.
The strength of his ancestors."
Sak'Aman rolled his eyes at Saklans and said, "Where did you get the news?"
Saklansi said: "I spent a lot of money to buy it from a Chinese charlatan. Brother, is there anything wrong with it?"
Sak Aman said: "My brother, you are too naive. China is the most famous copycat country in the world. Can you guarantee that the news you bought is absolutely true?"
Saklans frowned and suddenly realized, "So, Ye Qingyuan might be much more powerful than we thought?"
Sak Aman said calmly: "Don't worry, let's take a closer look. If this old man Tuben wins over Ye Qingyuan, it proves that the news you got is true."
Saklans immediately asked: "But if this old man Tuben defeats Ye Qingyuan, wouldn't our coming to China this time be in vain? The grudges accumulated between our ancestors and the Ye family, if we don't
How can we prove that our Sak family is stronger than the Ye family by defeating Ye Qingyuan with our own hands?"
Sak Aman narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Tumoto Yefu on the ring, and said with a smile: "This is easy to handle..."