397: Chapter 386 Zhongtiao One-stroke Style 397: Chapter 386 Zhongtiao One-stroke Style “Talking more is useless, today you said it’s about making friends through martial arts, so don’t nitpick and bring along a useless person, you need to know that in our vast Huaxia, there are many people more skilled than me.”
Upon hearing Song Yun’s words, Yamamoto was utterly infuriated, as if he had been pushed to the edge, and he yelled at the members of the RB exchange group, “Shanye, you teach this fellow a lesson.”
Since this sentence was spoken in Japanese, everyone present did not understand what that “ghost” was fussing about.
Shanye, with a bamboo sword hanging from his waist, stepped forward and looked down on Song Yun disdainfully, “Don’t think that just because you defeated Xiao Quan, you’re invincible.
You need to know one thing, his power is only considered mediocre on our side.”
“Oh, so what?
In the end, Xiao Quan still lost.
Stop the nonsense, if you want to fight, fight; otherwise, just admit defeat,” Song Yun glanced at his opponent and spoke.
“You ‘ghosts’ really do love to babble, always mumbling so much before a fight.”
“Damn it to heck,” Shanye’s Chinese wasn’t very good.
Seeing how Song Yun was looking down on him, he didn’t bother using a language the opponent would understand when cursing; after all, feeling good about the curse was what truly mattered.
“Ghost, stop your babbling, if you can throw a punch, don’t talk,” Song Yun said coldly after giving the other party a glance.
“You hurt one of our compatriots, I will injure every single one of you who dares to come forward.”
“Hmph, a frog at the bottom of a well does not know the vastness of the heavens, I am a descendant of the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style, today I must take revenge for Xiao Quan.” Shanye drew his bamboo sword, his gaze was fixed on Song Yun like that of a venomous snake.
The Zhongtiao One-stroke Style is very famous in RB and is also the oldest sword skill there, purportedly created by Xie Yunliu, who studied only ten years under the sage master Lv Dongbin, but among the younger generation, he was unrivaled, only slightly inferior to the Sword Saint, Tuoba Sinan by half a step.
At the height of Xie Yunliu’s fame, he unexpectedly drew his sword against his master Lv Dongbin, violating the ethics of the teacher-student relationship and became a pariah spoken of by everyone in the Martial World.
A person like him was doomed not to be accepted by the Martial Arts of the Central Plains; nearly everyone wanted to kill him quickly.
Thus, he fled to Dongying, which was then RB, where he created the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style, planning to return to the Central Plains for revenge.
As for whether he sought revenge, that remains unknown, but the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style was also created by a Huaxia person.
This ghost wore a face full of pride, seemingly incredibly arrogant; no one knew where he got such confidence.
“Stop staring at me with your dead fish eyes.
The sword skill you are using now was also passed on to RB by our ancestors,” Song Yun said disdainfully as he looked at the other side.
“That person couldn’t make it in the Central Plains and had to confine himself in your land; otherwise, how could RB ever learn the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style?”
“It’s impossible, the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style was created by our Great RB Empire, how could it be created by you,” Shanye, gritting his molars, shouted in denial, he couldn’t believe that the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style was invented by the Huaxia people.
“Stop deceiving yourself, the truth is right here, at that time your Dongying was just a tool for Xie Yunliu’s revenge,” Song Yun scoffed.
“But you see, he only taught you the One-stroke Style, he didn’t pass on the mental method to you, ha-ha, what you have learned is merely the superficial part.”
“Damn, damn, damn.” Shanye didn’t wait for Yamamoto to start, holding his sword he chopped down at Song Yun.
But little did he know, Yamamoto stopped him, a furious look on his face, and then slapped him with a hand, “Did I signal the start?
You are disgracing the spirit of the Bushido.”
“My apologies, deeply sorry.” Shanye immediately bowed his head in apology, his eyes showing no sign of resentment, rather a whole hearted respect.
“I apologize on behalf of my disciple,” Yamamoto turned around and gave Song Yun a bow, “Although our pursuits are different, the Bushido spirit does not tolerate defilement, just now he attacked you sneakily, which is despised by the Bushido spirit, Shanye, remember, no matter who your enemy is, you need to respect them enough.”
“Yes,” Shanye shouted loudly.
“Do you not need a weapon?
Fighting barehanded is unfair to you,” Yamamoto asked Song Yun.
“No need, my body is the best weapon,” Song Yun said with a light smile.
Yamamoto nodded and returned to the referee’s position, “Both parties, please give a salute.”
Song Yun and Shanye bowed to each other, performing the traditional courtesy.
After Yamamoto shouted start, Shanye raised his bamboo sword high in a stance intending to split Song Yun from head to tail, his habitual starting posture that maximally utilized his sword skill.
This move was incredibly sneaky; he could use his own aura to shock the opponent, causing them to reveal flaws in their panic, thereby striking them down in one blow.
There were several offensive modes in Sword Dao; stabbing at the throat, horizontal slash from the left, straight chop from above, diagonal cut from right to left, diagonal cut from left to upper right, and so forth, but Shanye’s favorite move was still stabbing at the throat, the sensation of a sure-kill thrilled him profoundly.
Seeing that he could not hit Song Yun after several attempts, Shanye’s eyes became fierce like an eagle, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he slowly decreased his attack frequency, attacking Song Yun while tentatively predicting his next position.
Of course, Song Yun knew this ghost was waiting for an opportunity to deliver a powerful blow; continuing to entangle like this had no point.
Song Yun’s lips curved into a cold smile, watching Shanye’s attacking patterns, since the Zhongtiao One-stroke Style patterns were created by that Sword Demon Xie Yunliu, Song Yun didn’t know much about them, he could only grope his way to a counterattack.
Damn it, after trying a couple of times Song Yun couldn’t stand it any longer, fighting with Shanye was like beating up a child, there’s no technique to speak of.
If Song Yun hadn’t wanted to thoroughly understand the One-stroke Style, he would have knocked him out long ago; it’s just that Shanye wasn’t much of a formidable figure, his combo was used very incoherently, it was obvious he didn’t practice much.
Song Yun deliberately exposed a flaw to the opponent, Shanye’s eyes lit up as he slas…