Hearing Zheng Fan's casual tone, anger flared in Kudo Shinji's heart. Shinji was almost thirty, while Zheng Fan did not even look eighteen. Then again, if Zheng Fan had looked more mature, Shinji might not have dared provoke this cultivator from the Celestial Empire.
Shinji's solid fundamentals were undeniable. He quickly turned his anger into fighting spirit and said coldly, "I'll show you the martial heritage of Fusang."
Zheng Fan also felt that his words had been somewhat inappropriate. But since he had already fired up his opponent's fighting spirit, there was no need to explain. He nodded and said, "In that case, I'll take one move from you. But only one." As he spoke, the bearing of a Grandmaster shone through.
Hearing Zheng Fan's words, the spectators quickly scattered, leaving ample space for the two men. Sensing Zheng Fan's Grandmaster bearing, Kudo Shinji realized the danger as well. He cupped his fists and said, "My strongest move is the Draw-Sword Technique, which I've practiced for twenty years. May I use a weapon?"
Zheng Fan nodded, allowing Kudo Shinji to use a weapon. A servant of the Kudo Family soon brought over a bamboo sword, which did not disappoint Zheng Fan.
Before the gathered spectators, Kudo Shinji sank into a horse stance and bent at the waist, gripping the sword's hilt tightly. Yet the energy in his meridians remained as still as water, making it clear that he had mastered the Draw-Sword Technique. Zheng Fan, by contrast, stood with his head high and chest out, but his eyes were not on his opponent. He was even looking around. Though imposing, that posture was entirely unsuitable for combat.
"Aaaaaah!" Kudo Shinji charged forward with a wild roar. When he came within three feet of Zheng Fan, his bamboo sword flashed out