The people from the Guoshu Club took out a fine Longquan sword and said, "Yang Shen, use this sword."
Yang Tian shook his head and said: "Using this sword will give him face."
As he spoke, he pointed to a wooden sword held by a little girl and said, "I can just use it."
The vice president of the Chinese Martial Arts Club worriedly said: "Classmate Yang Tian, the samurai sword in the opponent's hand is made of fine steel. It cuts iron like mud. This wooden sword cannot attack at all, nor can it defend. You really don't want to do it anymore."
Think about it?"
Yang Tian said: "No need."
That Mishima Taro had a cruel smile on his face.
If the other party dares to look down on him, then he will have to pay the price for it.
After Yang Tian took over the wooden sword, he stood opposite Taro Mishima.
He didn't make any move, he just stood there, but the strong pressure he exuded made cold sweat fall from Taro Mishima's forehead.
"What? If you don't take action, are you going to let me do three moves?"
Yang Tian asked in a calm voice.
Taro Mishima gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You bastard, you should die."
As he said that, he raised his samurai sword in both hands and slashed hard at Yang Tian.
When Yang Tian saw this scene, he had a worried look on his face.
You know, Mishima Taro is holding a sharp samurai sword, but Yang Tian is in a weak position and only holds a wooden sword. How to fight?
The karate student had a sneer on his face.
"How dare this kid underestimate Mishima-senpai and seek his own death?"
"Mishima-senpai's katana skills are superb, especially the chain sword technique. In the entire Peking University, Harano-senpai is the only one who can suppress it."
"This kid actually dared to yell at Mishima-senpai with a wooden sword. He was just waiting..."
Before this man could finish speaking, the weapons from the two sides on the ring had already collided.
Clang!
A sound of gold and iron clashing came.
The wooden sword collided with the katana, and one of the weapons shattered and flew out.
A tall karate guy sneered: "Humph, how can this broken piece of wood in your hand be better than the one in Mishima-senpai's hand..."
When he said this, his eyes also fell on the weapons in the hands of the two parties in the field.
It doesn't matter if you don't look, my eyes almost popped out when I saw it.
"How can it be!"
Not only him, but also many members of the karate, people from the martial arts club, and everyone watching in the audience all had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Because Yang Tian's two weapons collided, the wooden sword in Yang Tian's hand was not broken, but Mishima Taro's stainless steel katana was cut off.
"Wow, the wooden sword is so powerful?"
A little girl from the Chinese Martial Arts Club had a hint of surprise and excitement in her eyes.
The sword in Yang Tian's hand was hers. Originally, she hated this wooden sword and thought it was not as good as an iron sword. But after seeing this scene, she was really dumbfounded.
The vice president of the Guoshu Club frowned and explained: "You are overthinking. The wooden sword is not very powerful. What is powerful is the person holding the sword. He infuses the wooden sword with his true energy, making it as hard as steel.
That’s why we can easily cut off the opponent’s katana.”
There was no regret on the little girl's face. She clapped her hands excitedly and said, "I want to become my teacher and learn real Chinese martial arts from him."
At this moment, Yang Tian had the upper hand. Not only the Chinese martial arts club, but also everyone under the ring began to get excited.
And Xu Yerong.
Her pretty face stared blankly at Yang Tian, her beautiful eyes shining with a hint of splendor.
She just casually asked Yang Tian to compete on the stage, but she didn't expect Yang Tian to be so powerful and hit the opponent without the ability to fight back.
Yes, Taro Mishima has no power to fight back.
He was completely crushed.
Yang Tian put one hand on his back and raised the sword with the other.
With such a fierce blow, the huge force caused Mishima Taro's katana as hard as diamond to cut off another section.
The huge force caused Mishima Taro's jaw to crack. With a pale look on his face, he took two steps back and spit out a breath of blood.
"You persisted in two moves even though I kept my hand. Little devil, you are proud enough."
The boy's voice was indifferent. Although it seemed like he was praising someone, it was a huge insult to Taro Mishima.
"Baga!"
Taro Mishima's face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "I want you to die."
Yuanye saw the powerful aura that Yang Tian instantly exuded, his face changed and he shouted: "Mishima, come back."
However, at this moment, Taro Mishima was completely angered by Yang Tian. How could he listen to Jiro Harano?
He raised his samurai sword high, his eyes were blood red, and he slashed at Yang Tian fiercely, as if he wanted to kill someone.
Yang Tian's eyes were cold.
"You don't know how to live or die, let me teach you a profound lesson."
As he said that, the wooden sword in his hand was mixed with immortal essence, and he threw it at Taro Mishima fiercely.
A wooden sword has no edge, but when it is wrapped with immortal energy, it becomes indestructible.
Taro Mishima sensed the danger, with a look of horror on his face, and quickly held the half-broken katana in front of his chest.
However, the sharpness of that wooden sword far exceeded everyone's imagination.
The wooden sword directly pierced the blade of the katana that lay across Taro Mishima's chest, and then with fierce force, it penetrated into Taro Mishima's chest, and without losing any strength, it nailed him to the wall.
Everyone in the venue was completely silent.
Even those in karate, taekwondo, and judo were dumbfounded.
Is this a national martial art?
Isn't it said that you can use your fists and embroider your legs? How can it be so powerful?
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"
Among the dead silent crowd, the vice president of the Chinese Martial Arts Club let out an exclamation.
"It turned out to be the long-lost Hundred Steps Flying Sword."
After everyone heard this, they immediately started a noisy discussion.
"Hundred-step Flying Sword? There is such a powerful move in Chinese martial arts?"
"Damn it, I want to be a hero, I want to sign up for the Chinese Martial Arts Club."
"Hey, Yang Shen is so handsome with his wooden sword. I want to give him a monkey."
Everyone became ecstatic and excited when they saw the last sword strike Yang Tian made.
Even Xu Yerong is a bit crazy about taking pictures with a camera.
And while taking pictures, he said to himself with some pity: "If Yang Tian puts on that fairy robe and uses this trick, all the girls will definitely explode."
Everyone was constantly exclaiming, but some people's faces were completely gloomy.
This person is none other than Harano Jiro.
At this moment, with a cold murderous intent on his face, he took Taro Mishima off the wall.
Taro Mishima was bleeding continuously from the corner of his mouth. Although his heart was not injured, he was penetrated by the wooden sword. If there was no treatment in time, his life would be in danger.
"Mishima, how are you?"
Harano Jiro sealed Mishima Jiro's meridians and took out medicinal powder and sprinkled it on Mishima's body.
Taro Mishima's eyes were blood red and his whole body was shaking violently. He pointed at Yang Tiandao and said: "Kill him, kill him..."
Harano Jiro nodded and said, "Okay, I will avenge you."
With that said, he stood up and stepped onto the ring in a flash.
With ferocious anger in his eyes, he immediately launched a sneak attack.
Everyone was cheering and didn't notice this scene at all.
When they reacted, Harano Jiro grabbed a dark dagger and struck at Yang Tian's chest.
"Die!"
He is at the pinnacle of Chunin cultivation and has the ability to hide, so few people will discover his whereabouts.
This time, it seems, there is no exception.
When everyone heard about it, they quickly reminded in panic.
"be careful!"
"Yang Shen!
"You bastard, how dare you make a sneak attack!"
Everyone's expressions were extremely ugly.
However, Harano Jiro remained unmoved. A trace of cruelty appeared on his face, and he could almost see the blood splattering out of Yang Tian's chest.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his palm could no longer move forward even an inch.
Harano Jiro tried his best to do the same thing.
The proud look on his face stiffened slightly.
"No! Legs!"
However, at this moment, the young man's sneering voice reached his ears.
"Can you escape?"
After finishing his words, Yang Tian closed his palms.
Click!
A crisp sound of broken bones was heard, and everyone's heart suddenly twitched violently.
I saw Jiro Harano holding his almost deformed arm and taking two steps back, with a look of horror on his face.
"What level of cultivation are you at?"
Yang Tian said indifferently: "You don't need this. Now you just need to know that I have killed two jounin-level existences. How dare you, a little chuunin-level ant, dare to kill me?"
If you act recklessly in front of others, you will not know whether to live or die."
"Impossible, you must be lying to me. The Jonin is extremely powerful, comparable to your master-level masters. How can you have the master-level cultivation level?"
Harano Jiro's face was distorted. He was extremely talented and had trained to the chuunin level at a young age. He was already amazingly talented and a genius that was rare to see in a hundred years.
The boy in front of him is even younger than him, and it is absolutely impossible that he can kill such a terrifying being as a Jonin! (To be continued)
