Zhao Zhong nodded slightly and said nothing.
I have long known that Jiang Fa will train Cloak Saber to Major Accomplishment.
Jiang Fa held the knife and walked calmly through the crowd towards the ring.
There was a sudden murmur of discussion in the stands.
"Why is he carrying a knife? Didn't he always use it empty-handed in the previous games?"
"He can also use a knife? Is it true?"
"Senior Brother Jiang actually went on stage with a sword today?"
The watching disciples of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall looked at each other in confusion. Although they often saw Jiang Fa practicing swordsmanship in the martial arts arena, they did not know what his swordsmanship was.
In their opinion, no matter how powerful Jiang Fa's sword skills are, they can't compare to Mountain-Breaking Fist who is in the Perfection realm.
He can't possibly have mastered his sword skills to Perfection, right?
Is this possible?
Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection is already astonishing. If he could also master another sword technique to Perfection, no one would believe it.
Now, suddenly using a knife is just superfluous. This is tantamount to giving up one's own advantages, but will limit the display of strength.
Flying Swallow Martial Hall also exploded over there.
Pei Yan'er's eyes widened, and she pointed at Jiang Fa, who was walking slowly towards the ring, her mouth wide enough to fit an egg in. "He... he can also use a knife? Why haven't I seen him use it before?"
A female disciple next to her also had a look of astonishment on her face. "That's right, he was bare-handed in the previous games, why did he suddenly take a knife in this one?"
"Could it be that you're pretending on purpose?"
The female disciples said nothing to each other, but no one could explain why.
Only Liu Ying had no look of surprise on his face.
Gu Qingyan was sitting in the corner of the stands, her right shoulder still wrapped in a bandage, but her eyes were always following the black figure.
Others didn't know it clearly, but she understood that what Liu Ying said was probably true.
This person's sword skills may not be simple either.
Shui Qingqian sat next to her, her eyes fell on the dark ghost-headed knife in Jiang Fa's hand, and her brows wrinkled imperceptibly.
"That knife..."
She lowered her voice and said, "Looking at the format, it should be the Ghost Head Sword that has been practiced in the military for hundreds of years. It weighs at least 80 kilograms. It would be difficult for ordinary warriors to just lift it, but this person holds the sword in one hand and walks lightly, which shows that his arm strength is good."
Gu Qingyan's heart trembled.
"And he only brought the knife out today, which means he didn't use his full strength in the previous games. It seems that what Yingying said before is true."
Shui Qingqian's tone was a bit complicated. "Qing Yan, it's not unfair for you to lose to him."
Gu Qingyan lowered her eyes.
She suddenly remembered that Jiang Fa accidentally touched her thigh, and her face turned bright red for no reason.
On the viewing platform, Meng Qiuran's eyes also fell on Jiang Fa.
"Master Qiao, this is the disciple of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall who won several games in a row in the past few days. His name is Jiang Fa."
He smiled and said to Inspector Qiao next to him, "It is said that he is a low-level man. He has only been in the library for more than a year, but he has already become one of the top seven. What do you think of this kid?"
Inspector Qiao put down the tea cup, squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Fa who was on stage. After a moment, he slowly said, "I have a low level of bones, more than a year... to be able to reach the top seven, there is indeed some way to do it."
He paused, his eyes moved from the ghost head sword in Jiang Fa's hand to his feet, and added, "This guy's aura is very reserved. If I hadn't seen him take action with my own eyes, judging by his aura alone, I would have thought he was just a low-level Ming Jin warrior."
"Oh?" Meng Qiuran looked slightly surprised. "Master Qiao, you mean that this kid has hidden his cultivation?"
"It's not like he was hiding it deliberately." Inspector Qiao shook his head, "It's more like he practiced some kind of clever Qi-condensing technique to suppress the An Jin's aura fluctuations."
Meng Qiuran was stunned, then smiled and said, "Zhao Zhong has taught a good apprentice."
Inspector Qiao did not answer, but his eyes fell on the stage again.
Over there at the Tekken Martial Arts School,
Shi Chongshan looked at the ghost-headed sword in Jiang Fa's hand with cold eyes, and a gloomy sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Li Kunlun next to him also had a look of disdain on his face. "This man's boxing skills are indeed somewhat capable, but changing weapons temporarily is tantamount to exploiting his weaknesses and avoiding his strengths. It seems that this kid is really out of his depth and is trying to mislead his opponent in this way."
Shi Chongshan did not answer, but simply said, "No matter what, we will just watch."
Liu Family Liu Boxhong was sitting in the middle of the stands, with no trace of worry on his face.
A clan elder beside him asked in a low voice, "Master, what are Mang'er's chances of winning against Jiang Fa?"
Liu Bochong said calmly, "Eight points."
The clan elder looked surprised. "Then Jiang Fa is Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection, and his body skills are so powerful. Why is the master so sure?"
Liu Bochong smiled meaningfully, "You will know later."
Liu Mang stood on the east side, with a long black iron stick hanging diagonally by his side, the tip of the stick touching the ground, and his whole body was like a Tiezhu pierced into the ground.
He is nineteen years old, with a thick back and thick eyebrows, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is a natural-born warrior.
Liu Mang slowly raised the tip of the stick, held the stick body with both hands, and said calmly, "Please."
Jiang Fa Lift the ghost head knife lightly.
"Please."
The referee ordered the flag to fall.
Liu Mang took the lead.
He stepped forward, and his body shot out. The long stick came out of the hole like an Oolong, with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and stabbed Jiang Fa in the chest.
This stick seems simple, but in fact it has endless variations.
The tip of the stick shook suddenly when it was still two feet away from Jiang Fa, and the stick's shadow split into three, pointing towards Jiang Fa's throat, chest and abdomen respectively.
The long stick pierced the air, the stick wind was surging, and the stick's power was fierce. It was a killing move as soon as it was released, leaving Jiang Fa with no room for buffering at all.
"So fast!"
Someone in the stands exclaimed.
How can the speed and explosive power of this stick be achieved by Late Dark Force?
Clearly all efforts have been made.
Jiang Fa raised the knife and came up.
The ghost-headed sword swung sideways, the blade drew a dark arc, and collided head-on with the stick shadow.
Zheng!
The harsh sound of metal and metal clashing suddenly exploded, causing the eardrums of many people around to feel slightly numb.
Ordinary people faced with Liu Mang's three-layered stick figure that was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, would either panic and block to reveal flaws, or dodge in a hurry and fall into a disadvantage.
But Jiang Fa's sword seems to be an ordinary horizontal stroke, but in fact it conceals ever-changing sword movements.
I saw that the dark sword light suddenly decomposed at the moment of collision, without any stiffness or sluggishness.
The stick figure from the middle that came from the front hit the blade first. Jiang Fa's wrist was slightly heavy, and he could send and receive strength freely.
A dense and fierce sword energy swept out against the stick body, directly dissipating the power of the stick shadow.
At the same time, he raised his elbow slightly, and the blade deflected slightly by half an inch in an instant, and the sharp blade accurately swept towards the upper side of the stick hitting the throat.
The angle is extremely tricky, and it just gets stuck at the weakest point of the stick. With a slight lift, the tip of the stick deflects, and the fatal choke attack is resolved.
The last stick shadow that struck the abdomen was the most subtle and cunning. Hidden behind the first two attacks, it was Liu Mangliu's killing move.
But Jiang Fa's knife path has been mastered for a long time, and the knife movement is continuous and echoes from beginning to end, without any flaws.
His feet were as steady as a rock, and his body remained motionless. The palm holding the Ghost Head Sword was gently twisted, and the entire dark arc of the blade suddenly closed and then exploded. The blade flew around to form a fine network of blades, accurately covering the vital points of the lower abdomen.
There was a soft pop.
Before the last shadow of the stick touched his clothes, it was crushed by layers of continuous sword force and collapsed.
Two divisions of labor, three divisions of cleverness, and four divisions of potential!
Ordinary warriors are proficient in swordsmanship and only know how to use dead-end moves to separate offense and defense. But Jiang Fa's swordsmanship at this moment can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye that it is already approaching the level of Major Accomplishment.
The moves have no fixed formula and can be moved at will. You can unload, block, and counterattack in one go, and you can control your priorities.
He didn't strike the sword quickly or violently, but he used every inch of force and every angle to flawlessly resolve all of Liu Mang's thunderous killing moves with the force of four or two strokes.
The three stick shadows were all broken away, and the remaining energy raged around, whipping up strong winds.
Liu Mang's pupils suddenly shrank, his arms felt numb, and the mouth of the stick he was holding felt slightly sore.
His all-out killing move, with three hidden changes, was enough to crush all opponents at the same level, but it was actually cracked by Jiang Fa so easily and cleanly!
"This sword technique... could it be Major Accomplishment?"
Shouts of exclamation arose one after another in the stands, and everyone's faces were filled with shock.