Xiao Yiming's muscles tensed up and he clenched the sword in his hand.
Mr. Yagyukawa was disdainful and his eyes passed over him indifferently.
Boom...
As the gong was sounded, the game officially began.
In the confrontation between the two sides, Xiao Yiming was the first to be unable to resist and launched an attack.
His body was shot out like a cannonball, and the sword in his hand was slashing towards Yagyugawao.
Just when the sword was only one millimeter away from Yagyukawao, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Xiao Yiming was shocked and quickly turned his head towards the rear to continue the attack.
However, Yagyukawao's figure disappeared again.
No matter how Xiao Yiming predicts, attacks or defends, Yagyukawao will always disappear at the last moment.
Just like a cat playing with a mouse, if I don't catch you, I'll just watch you struggle.
After a chase, Xiao Yiming was already sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and gritted his teeth unwillingly.
Why?
Why can’t he always see the exact location of Yagyugawao?!
I obviously almost hit him several times...
Xiao Yiming stood there, gasping for air.
He stopped blindly slashing, but closed his eyes and felt it with his heart.
"Got you!"
Sudden!
He opened his eyes excitedly, and could wave the sharp sword in his hand in the air to form a unique move.
"Feng Xiang Sword!"
He shouted loudly, his steps slipped, his body shot up, and with a whoosh, he appeared in front of Yagyukawa Fu.
Mr. Yagyukawa was a little surprised that he could find him.
However, after being slightly surprised, he shook his head disdainfully.
"So what if you can find me?"
"In the face of absolute strength, your little cleverness is not worth mentioning!"
"It just so happens that I'm tired of playing the cat and mouse game."
Mr. Yagyukawa smiled coldly, gathered strength in his palm, and struck the sword at the moment Xiao Yiming swung it.
boom!!
There was a muffled sound, and Xiao Yiming, who was still a little proud at first, saw dense spider web patterns appearing on his sword again.
There was a hint of panic in his eyes again.
The fear of being dominated by Yagyugawa came back again.
Before he could react, his body flew backwards in the air, knocking over a group of people with a bang.
Xiao Yiming lay weakly on the ground, clutching his chest and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Blood beads were scattered all over the ground.
"Yi Ming!"
The people from Southern Martial Arts stood up immediately, helped Xiao Yiming up and laid him back down.
"Is this the strength of Chinese martial arts? I'm really disappointed."
On the stage, Mr. Yagyukawa put his hands behind his back and looked down at the people below with a sarcastic look on his face.
Martial arts was introduced to Japan from China, but now it is promoted by Japan. It is absolutely shameful to tell anyone about it!
"Haha, you are worthy of being the sick man of East Asia. This strength really did not disappoint me!"
"You dare to call yourself a sleeping lion, I think you are more like a sleeping wild cat!"
"If I had known they were such rubbish, there would be no need for Yagyu-sama to show up personally. A sweeper in our family could defeat them!"
The Japanese people sitting on the opposite side of Chinese martial arts sneered and sneered.
There was unconcealable pride in their eyes!
This look that deserves a beating made the Chinese people behind the mobile phones itchy and wanted to come through the screen and beat them to death.
"These people are so arrogant! I'll go meet them!"
A Chinese martial arts practitioner couldn't help it anymore and immediately slapped the table and tried to step forward, but he was grabbed before he could even take two steps.
"Junior Brother Yang, this person is very strong, we... are no match!"
Xiao Yiming grabbed the man's sleeve and said weakly.
Even he couldn't defeat Yagyukawa Fu, let alone one of his junior brothers?
Even if he goes up, he will only be beaten.
"Brother Xiao, can we just swallow our anger?"
Junior Brother Yang said angrily.
It feels really bad to be pointed at and scolded by someone on your own territory.
"Don't worry, with me here, I won't let Huaxia Martial Arts lose, and I won't let you swallow your anger!"
Ye Songming stood up at this time and said confidently.
"Not to mention you, even if you all come together, you are no match for him."
Shen Yuan's lazy voice came over.
"We are not his opponents, are you the one?"
Ye Songming shook his eyebrows, a little unhappy to be retorted like this by a junior.
"Indeed, I am the only one here who can defeat him."
This sentence was originally just a sarcastic remark, but Shen Yuan took it very naturally.
"Funny! I, a grandmaster, am no match for him. How can I say that you, a ninth-level warrior, are no match for him?"
"Young people should keep a low profile and don't be a clown here!"
Ye Songming immediately sneered.
His cultivation level is nominally higher than that of Shen Yuan, so his cultivation level can be easily seen.
However, what Ye Songming didn't know was that the skills practiced by Shen Yuan were different from ordinary people.
His ninth level is even more powerful than the Grandmaster!
Of course, Shen Yuan was too lazy to explain this kind of thing to Ye Songming.
"Shen Yuan, I know you are very strong, but Mr. Yagyukawa is different."
"His strength is unfathomable. He is really a difficult opponent. Your cultivation level is not as high as mine. Even if you go up, you will only be asking for trouble."
Xiao Yiming kindly reminded me.
He knew that the other party was very skilled, but except for Grandmaster Ye who had the ability to give it a try, any one of them was looking for death.
"As you wish."
Shen Yuan shrugged indifferently and didn't explain much.
"Chinese cowards, if you don't send people to the field, you will automatically admit defeat!"
On the stage, Mr. Yagyukawa said arrogantly.
Today's competition will be broadcast live.
As long as he severely defeats the Chinese Martial Arts here, the morale of the Chinese Martial Arts will be gone forever.
At that time, they can infiltrate in Japan quietly.
"Japanese boy, don't be arrogant, let me understand you!"
Just when the Chinese people were angry, Ye Songming shouted loudly, pointed his toes, and his figure fell lightly on the stage like a leaf blown by the wind.
As soon as he came on the field, people immediately recognized him and showed joy on their faces.
"Oh my God! Grandmaster Ye is on stage! We are going to win!"
"Who is Grandmaster Ye?"
Listening to the cheers of the people around him, a man asked curiously.
"You don't even know Grandmaster Ye? He is one of the top ten powerful figures in the Southern Martial Arts League! I heard that he is almost reaching the Heaven Realm!"
A warrior replied.
"Heavenly Realm? Doesn't that mean everyone will become an immortal?"
The man was very surprised when he heard the explanation.
"I don't know if I will become an immortal or not. I only know that Grandmaster Ye forced a mercenary group of ten thousand people to retreat overseas by himself!"
"You don't know the scene at that time, it was so spectacular!"
The male warrior said, raising his head proudly.
After listening to his explanation, the people on the field had even greater hopes for Ye Song's Mingbao.
And Ye Tiansong himself, after hearing their introduction of this beautiful scene, unconsciously puffed up his chest.
Although he was still far away from the heavenly realm, he still listened to these compliments and didn't want to explain too much.
Boom!
After the gong struck, the referee officially announced the start of the game.
"We in Chinese martial arts pay attention to rules. You are a foreign guest, so I will let you use one move!"
Ye Songming said proudly.
"Haha, I'd better not use it, lest people say I'm bullying."
Mr. Yagyukawa sneered.
"court death!"
Ye Songming became angry and punched away directly.
This punch was powerful and had the sound of thunder.
Mr. Yagyukawa was disdainful and greeted him with fists.