Reaching Divinity Through Martial Arts: Starting with the Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art
Chapter 146

Saber technique at Perfection?

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"Xuanjie's crazy magic stick technique, he... he actually followed it!"

"Liu Mang struck out with all his strength, and he not only caught it, but also knocked Liu Mang away?"

"Is he really just Late Dark Force?"

Jiang Fa slowly stood up straight. Even though he was physically strong, his hands were inevitably numb.

"Good sword skills." Liu Mang gritted his teeth, his hand holding the stick trembling slightly.

The two looked at each other.

Liu Mang took a deep breath, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

He originally wanted to advance slowly with the strength of Late Dark Force in the Qingshan Martial Arts Tournament, and then make a big splash in the finals, but now Jiang Fa forced him out of his trump card in advance. Although it is a pity, it does not prevent him from moving forward.

"Come again!" Liu Mang roared, and hit Jiang Fa with his long stick like a violent storm.

The purpose of the crazy magic stick method lies in the word "crazy".

Once the stick posture is unfolded, it is like a madman entering the body, fighting for his life with every move, and the same style. The life-threatening posture is enough to make any opponent fearful.

But Jiang Fa was not afraid at all.

His sword is as sharp as a cloak.

Each knife was half an instant faster than Liu Mang's stick, and each knife accurately cut into the weakest gap of the stick. The blade was like black lightning, shuttling through the shadow of the stick in the sky, forcibly tearing open one hole after another in Liu Mang's crazy stick technique.

"This... what kind of sword technique is this?"

A warrior in the audience lost his voice.

"Cloak Saber Technique, Zhao Clan Martial Hall's ordinary sword skills! Just like Mountain-Breaking Fist, they are the most basic Mid Yellow Grade martial arts!"

"But this... this doesn't look like it at all! How can Cloak Saber Technique be so fast?"

"Major Accomplishment? No, Cloak Saber Technique Major Accomplishment doesn't have this kind of power... could it be...Perfection?"

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the stands.

Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection is shocking enough, now if even this Cloak Saber Technique is also Perfection...

So is this still a human being?

"Impossible!" Shi Chongshan stood up suddenly, his face ashen. "How can he, a low-level guy and a young man, master both a boxing technique and a sword technique to Perfection at the same time? This is absolutely impossible!"

Li Kunlun's face no longer looked relaxed.

If Jiang Fa's previous opponents were only Late Dark Force, he didn't take it to heart.

But now even Liu Mang, who is at the peak of An Jin, cannot gain the upper hand in his hands. Even he can't help but feel a little pressure now.

Lie Changkong couldn't sit still anymore.

He looked at Zhao Zhong, and even the tone of his voice changed. "Brother Zhao! This disciple of yours is Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection, Cloak Saber Perfection, and the body technique Major Accomplishment... Did you really teach him?"

Zhao Zhong looks complicated,

He didn't know how to answer at all.

Because he himself also wanted to know how this poor boy who had to borrow money for his tuition back then did it.

Inspector Qiao on the viewing platform has already stood up.

His eyes were locked on the black-clothed figure on the stage like a hawk, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured, "Perfection in boxing skills, Perfection in sword skills... This kid's understanding is definitely not something that can be found in a pond."

The smile on Meng Qiuran's face has long since solidified.

He originally thought that Jiang Fa was just a dark horse with good luck, but now it seems that this dark horse is really going to make a big splash.

"Master Qiao, look at this..."

Inspector Qiao sat down slowly,

"Although this man has extraordinary understanding, he is just of inferior quality. However, his performance is indeed outstanding. Let's take a look first and then talk about it."

In the ring, Liu Mang became increasingly impatient.

Crazy Demon's stick technique is all about one breath. Once the stick power cannot suppress the opponent, the breath will quickly exhaust.

His stick technique was airtight at the beginning, but now it has gradually become stagnant, with an imperceptible lag between each stick.

Jiang Fa can see it clearly.

With a twist of the blade, he stopped fighting.

One step of his foot was like thunder.

"Bang!"

The Ghost Head Sword slashed hard into the middle of Liu Mang's long stick, and a huge force shook Liu Mang's arms to the point of numbness.

Immediately afterwards, the Jiang Fa knife was like a wave.

One knife after another, endless, layer upon layer.

This is a variation of the chain knife after the tenth form of Cloak Saber Technique. It uses the momentum to superimpose, and each knife is heavier than the last.

Liu Mang blocked seven sword blows in a row, but finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The eighth knife fell, and the long black iron stick in his hand was split and flew out of his hand, hitting the ring heavily.

The ninth knife stopped at the side of Liu Mang's neck.

The cold air on the blade made the hairs on his neck stand up.

"You lost."

Liu Mang stood there, trembling all over.

His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

But the ghost-headed knife was lying across the side of his neck, and the blade was cold, as if if he moved, it would slit his throat.

"I..."

He opened his mouth, his throat filled with fishy sweetness.

"Admit defeat."

When these two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

Jiang Fa put the knife away and turned around.

"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Jiang Fa wins!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the audience.

The stands erupted into thunderous cheers, surging like a tidal wave.

"We win! Senior Brother Jiang wins!"

"He even defeated An Jin at his peak!"

"Cloak Saber Technique Perfection, Mountain-Breaking Fist Perfection, how did he do it?"

Qin Xuan stood in the corner of the stands, looking at the black figure slowly walking down the stage, emotions surging in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong..."

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