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Chapter 460 - 434 Provocation

Chapter 460: Chapter 434 Provocation

Master Zhao’s swordsmanship was truly miraculous; in his hands, the sword seemed to possess its own spirituality, protecting him like a roaming dragon. Every movement he made was accompanied by bursts of sword flowers.

Elegant, yet not aggressively so, it gave off an air of refined, scholarly grace. However, should you be negligent for even a moment, that sword tip would pierce straight through your throat!

At that moment, the two were deeply engaged in combat, and with a glance, Li Chen judged that Master Zhao had the upper hand. Master Zhao’s technique was enduring and fluid, whereas Yan Yiwu’s was somewhat rash. If this continued, Master Zhao was bound to win.

Yan Yiwu’s withered, tawny face turned grim, and on the sidelines, members of the Huaxia Martial Arts Community nodded slightly in agreement.

"Master Zhao’s swordsmanship has indeed improved."

"Indeed, we have this round in the bag."

As expected, as the battle progressed, Master Zhao’s attacks became relentless and dense. Yan Yiwu felt as though he was being suffocated, his space continuously constricted.

"Clang"

With a crisp sound of a sword’s song, Master Zhao’s blade thrust straight at Yan Yiwu’s face!

Swift and sudden, the attack caught Yan Yiwu off guard. His nunchaku left an opening, and Master Zhao’s sword penetrated it without missing a beat. With a flick of his wrist, Master Zhao changed the direction of the blade’s edge, shaking off Yan Yiwu’s attempted block with his nunchaku.

"Excellent!"

Zhao Qi and the others burst into applause; this round was surely theirs.

Yan Yiwu’s face darkened, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Astonishingly, he did not dodge or parry, as if he had conceded. Master Zhao’s sword halted just in front of Yan Yiwu’s neck.

As the scene unfolded, nearly all the Huaxia people cheered. Master Zhao too believed he had won. After a moment, seeing Yan Yiwu motionless, he sheathed his sword, waiting for the judges’ decision.

But in the instant he sheathed his sword, Yan Yiwu flung one nunchaku at Master Zhao, while swinging the other, closing the distance between them.

Caught off guard, Master Zhao blocked the first nunchaku with his sword, and deflected the second in a fluid motion. Unexpectedly, Yan Yiwu grabbed the rebounding nunchaku and smashed it down fiercely!

"Thud"

The strike hit Master Zhao, and the sheer force made him spit blood, forcing him to stagger back a step. Yan Yiwu seized the opportunity to launch a ferocious assault.

"Utterly shameless!"

Zhao Qi and Yang Zi slammed their hands on the table, filled with indignant fury. How could someone be so shameless? This round was clearly won by Master Zhao; how could Yan Yiwu resort to deceit?

The result on the field came swiftly. Master Zhao was panting and bleeding from the mouth, evidently injured.

The judges were not all Huaxia people; for the sake of fairness, they had been invited from all over the world. Therefore, after a collective vote, the referees declared Yan Yiwu the winner of the round.

"You despicable coward!"

Other masters from the martial arts community were also incensed. Clearly outmatched, yet resorted to such despicable tactics.

"All is fair in war, as your own country says," Yan Yiwu said nonchalantly.

"Fine, then let me take you on," another master said as he stood up, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

"I need to rest. Someone else can fight you," Yan Yiwu said with a sneering smile.

"You!"

The Huaxia master was seething with anger, while the onlooking Huaxia people were on the verge of smashing their screens!

Damn it, who plays like this?

Why didn’t you fight back when the sword tip was at your throat just now?

Despicable, utterly despicable.

Everyone felt like they couldn’t catch their breath, and the laboratory was filled with cries of anger, but there was nothing they could do.

Before long, the second round began.

The people of the National Martial Arts Community were holding their breath, but it wasn’t long before they realized that this foreign Martial Arts Team indeed had strength. This player was much more formidable than Yan Yiwu.

As time ticked by, the result quickly became evident, defeat!

The third person went up, and before long, another defeat occurred!

This scene made the Huaxia people even angrier. What was going on? How could they lose to such a shoddy Martial Arts Team?

Mayor Ren and several others present felt extremely uncomfortable. This was like being slapped naked, who would want their own country’s team to keep losing?

Moreover, as the matches progressed, the players from the foreign Martial Arts Team seemed to become increasingly powerful, and the National Martial Arts Community started showing signs of faltering.

Suddenly, a scream echoed from the competing platform.

Everyone looked closely and saw that the black man had directly broken Master Liu’s hands!

At this moment, both of Master Liu’s wrists were twisted at a grotesque one hundred and eighty degrees, the bones in his hands clearly broken!

"Master Liu!"

The people on the Huaxia side were beside themselves with rage, while the black man on stage delivered another fierce kick to the inner thigh of Master Liu’s leg, effectively crippling him. Master Liu let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain!

"Ahh!"

The piercing scream filled every Huaxia person with rage. This foreign Martial Arts Team was despicable!

"Fuck this, I can’t watch this anymore!"

"I really want to go up and beat the living shit out of them!"

"Master Liu was originally a Hidden Weapons expert. Now that his arms and legs have been crippled, isn’t he as good as a disable person?

"The competition doesn’t need to be this brutal. It should have stopped at the touch, these foreigners are really beasts!"

Mayor Ren and others were shocked and suddenly stood up, shouting, "Stop!"

The black man in the arena paused, but he didn’t look at Mayor Ren. Instead, he looked at a member of the Martial Arts Team. After seeing that person nod, he didn’t hesitate to cripple Master Liu’s other leg as well!

"Ahh!"

Disregard! Provocation!

This was a blatant slap in the face!

It’s like saying, I’m trashing your people right in front of you, what are you going to do about it?

Without a doubt, that was the message from the foreign Martial Arts Team.

A flash of anger crossed Mayor Ren’s face. The man clearly heard him shouting to stop and yet he still delivered such a harsh blow?

The black man glanced at Mayor Ren and his crew, and the look in his eyes was full of arrogance and contempt, and even a hint of mockery.

It was as if he was saying, your country isn’t all that. Talking about a five thousand year Kung Fu heritage when you’re so worthless.

"You’re seeking death!"

All the grandmasters were enraged and were about to rush up and unsheathe their swords, while Mayor Ren and the senior officials stood up furiously: "What is the meaning of this?"

A stiff voice came from the foreign Martial Arts Team, "Fighting is like this, isn’t it? There are always going to be injuries and deaths. If you don’t have the guts, don’t step up."