"That's right."
Tangze Ichiro's firm face, his eyes filled with immense confidence, looked directly at Wanyun Ting and said, "Your current Chinese martial arts are only suitable for physical training, but in actual combat, our Bushido can defeat you a hundred times over!"
"Heh heh."
Wanyun Ting smiled, his gaze towards Tangze Ichiro becoming sharp and piercing, and said coldly, "Speaking of your island nation's Bushido spirit reminds me of your past wars of aggression!"
Tangze Ichiro's expression was calm as he said, "You Chinese people have always hated us islanders."
"That's right, it's a hatred from the bone. Every Chinese person cannot forget it, and even thinks that if there's a chance, they must kill your islanders to avenge the martyrs!" Wanyun Ting's sharp gaze fixed on him. This is the hatred for islanders ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person.
So, a boiling anger ignited in Wanyun Ting's heart. However, he still asked, "But before we fight, I want to know if my brother is here?"
Tangze Ichiro shook his head. He drew out two katana swords from his waist with his two-sword-wielding hands and faced Wanyun Ting. He said calmly, "They said a martial arts master from China came, and asked me to kill you!"
"Heh heh..."
Wanyun Ting smiled, knowing that the people behind the Qunlong Group would definitely not let him see Jiang Wenhao easily.
"They were right!"
Wanyun Ting looked provocatively at Tangze Ichiro, who was holding swords in both hands, and chuckled, "As for whether you can kill me, I don't know."
Tangze Ichiro's gaze deepened. He tightly gripped his katana swords, his bare feet stepping out with his right foot into a straight horse stance. Then, he raised his left hand holding a sword above his head, while his right hand held a sword down. His sharp eyes locked onto Wanyun Ting, as if targeting prey, and he said, "I'm looking forward to your Chinese kung fu!"
"Alright."
Wanyun Ting's right hand grasped the sword hilt and with a swish, he drew his Tai Chi sword. The blade glinted coldly under the light. He released his left hand, and the scabbard fell. His left foot caught it, and the scabbard landed on the instep of his foot before being gently placed on the ground.
Wanyun Ting flicked his right hand, creating two outward sword flowers. He felt the sword, which was relatively light. Although its craftsmanship was exquisite and the blade gleamed like a mirror, reflecting cold light and being extremely sharp, it was still no match for the Junzi Sword that Wanyun Ting had obtained from Senior Kang Guangling in the valley.
"Then let me let you experience the sword art of Chinese kung fu. Come!"
Wanyun Ting took two steps forward, also slightly adopting a stance. He held his sword in his right hand, waved it slightly, and smiled provocatively at Tangze Ichiro, signaling him to make the first move.
Tangze Ichiro's gaze was calm and sharp. He carefully observed Wanyun Ting. Although he could feel that this young man possessed kung fu, he didn't know how deep it was. However, seeing his provocation made Tangze Ichiro feel a hint of anger in his heart.
After all, as the president of the Double Sword Style, he was undefeated in America, and countless people wanted to join his school. Now, being provoked by a young Chinese man, Tangze Ichiro hesitated no longer. He exerted force with his right foot and stomped fiercely. Holding swords in both hands, he moved with extreme speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wanyun Ting, his dual katana swords slashing diagonally towards him...
Clang!
Wanyun Ting swung his Tai Chi sword to block. The sword blade and Tangze Ichiro's katana blade emitted a spark. Instantly, he twisted his waist, held the swords with both hands, and with a swift turn, a cold light flashed as he slashed towards Wanyun Ting...
The metallic clang of swords colliding echoed through the space. Wanyun Ting retreated to defend, his long sword constantly changing, blocking Tangze Ichiro's relentless dual sword slashes...
He had to admit that as the youngest and most talented master of the Double Sword Style in the island nation, Tangze Ichiro's dual swords, whether in swordsmanship, speed, power, or footwork, were definitely first-class.
Especially since he was also a master of internal martial arts. Infusing his qi into his katana swords, Tangze Ichiro's every slash could break through the air, emitting a whistling sound. His martial arts practitioners could also see, with the naked eye, the sword energy emanating from his katana swords, with an attack range of ten centimeters.
In other words, if an apple was placed there, Tangze Ichiro would swing his sword and cut it ten centimeters away with his sword energy.
However, unfortunately, Tangze Ichiro's opponent this time was not those Chinese masters who only knew some superficial kung fu and came to America to open martial arts schools.
Many of the so-called Hong Quan masters and Xing Yi Quan grandmasters in China nowadays were not skilled enough. They learned some superficial kung fu and then ran to America to open martial arts schools to teach the locals Chinese kung fu.
Therefore, when Tangze Ichiro made a name for himself in America with the Double Sword Style, he had sparred with many so-called Chinese kung fu masters, and almost all of them were defeated by his katana swords.
Hence, Tangze Ichiro was filled with contempt and disdain for Chinese kung fu. He knew that China still had martial arts powerhouses, but he believed they were extremely rare.
Wanyun Ting's expression was calm, a smile on his lips. He continuously swung his Tai Chi sword with his right hand, retreating steadily with his feet. He appeared to be suppressed by Tangze Ichiro's attacks, but in reality, Wanyun Ting was using his retreat to test his opponent's skills. As a sword slashed towards him, Wanyun Ting stepped back, and his jacket was instantly cut open by the sword energy from Tangze Ichiro's strike...
Clang!
Wanyun Ting infused his Tai Chi sword with his qi and thrust it fiercely towards Tangze Ichiro with a reversed inward movement. Instantly, his qi condensed at the sword tip. With a *bang*, a burst of sword energy directly pushed Tangze Ichiro, who was blocking with his katana swords, back several steps. Only by stomping his left foot firmly on the ground did Tangze Ichiro stabilize his stance. Tangze Ichiro's eyes widened, his brows furrowed. He looked at Wanyun Ting in front of him with surprise and solemnity.
Wanyun Ting tugged at the opening in his jacket with his left hand, which had been cut by the sword energy, but it hadn't damaged his inner shirt. This was because the step he took back was calculated. He looked up at Tangze Ichiro and chuckled, "Sword energy projection. It seems your martial arts realm should be at the early stage of Dan Jin!"
At this, Tangze Ichiro put away his previous condescension. He tightly gripped his katana swords and looked intently at Wanyun Ting, saying, "I underestimated you. Your swordsmanship has Gang Jin. You should be around my realm!"
"Mm, that's right."
Wanyun Ting nodded with a smile, too lazy to tell him that he was actually at the middle stage of martial arts Dan Jin, and implicitly at the late stage.
After all, he had been practicing intensely with Li Shuyun and Lu Xiaodie before. Although he couldn't break through to the late stage of Dan Jin, his internal energy had increased significantly.
Tangze Ichiro nodded. This time, he was serious. He said, "They didn't lie to me. You are indeed a Chinese martial arts powerhouse. You are worthy of being my opponent. So, may I know your name?"
Seeing Tangze Ichiro's serious expression and sincere inquiry about his name, Wanyun Ting couldn't help but sneer. His eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out two sharp beams of light. With a stomp of his right foot, he charged directly at Tangze Ichiro with his sword in hand, saying, "Win against me first."
Facing his active sword attack, Tangze Ichiro dared not be careless. He held his swords in both hands, exerted force with his feet, and utilized the twisting power of his waist, infusing his qi into his dual swords. With a spin, he unleashed a diagonal slash of his dual sword technique, blocking Wanyun Ting's sword thrust...
Ding ding dong dong!
Instantly, sword light and sword shadows flashed, and the sounds of collision reverberated. The forty members of the Double Sword Style knelt on both sides, their eyes wide, intently watching Wanyun Ting and Tangze Ichiro fighting. Their hands rested on the katana swords at their waists, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
At the same time, the few black men outside the glass door were also peering through the door, their eyes wide. One black man exclaimed, "Oh my god, is this Chinese kung fu? This is way more awesome than watching Chinese action movies..."
Whoosh!
The long sword swept across. Tangze Ichiro bent his waist and back, watching Wanyun Ting's sword sweep past him. The tip of his left katana sword rested on the ground. He then kicked with both feet, but Wanyun Ting dodged it with a sidestep. Following that, he executed a spinning sword move, sweeping upwards towards Tangze Ichiro's waist as he was still airborne...
The speed was so fast that Tangze Ichiro's eyes widened. He twisted his body, rotating 360 degrees in the air. His right katana sword blocked Wanyun Ting's sword strike. However, as his feet just landed, Wanyun Ting, who had rushed forward, transformed his left hand into a palm and, before Tangze Ichiro could react, struck him heavily in the chest...
*Pfft...!*
A mouthful of blood spurted directly from Tangze Ichiro's mouth. He was sent flying backward as if hit by a car, landing on his buttocks with a *thump*, then rolling backward twice before lying flat on the ground. However, his hands still tightly gripped his two katana swords.
As a swordsman, no matter the situation, one must never let the sword leave one's hand...
"President..."
With a *swish*, the forty members on both sides immediately stood up, drew their katana swords, and blocked Wanyun Ting, while also protecting Tangze Ichiro.
*Pfft...*
Two members helped Tangze Ichiro up, only for him to spit out another mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale. He felt as if his chest bones had been cracked by Wanyun Ting's palm. The excruciating pain made his whole body tremble violently. His wide, staring eyes looked at Wanyun Ting, who was surrounded by the members, and Tangze Ichiro showed an expression of unbelievable shock...
"Kill!"
A young member protecting Tangze Ichiro, gripping his katana sword tightly, let out a furious roar. Instantly, the surrounding members also swung their katana swords and charged at Wanyun Ting in unison...
For a moment, sword lights and sword shadows flashed, and the sounds of clashing swords reverberated throughout the space, accompanied by screams, the *thump* of people falling to the ground, the *clang* of katana swords falling on the ground, blood splashing, and severed arms flying. In less than a minute, more than a dozen members had fallen to the ground, howling and crying while clutching their broken limbs...