“Be careful, Asan, “Mr.” Lin has co prepared!” soone laughed. “As if he wouldn’t tear you to pieces, ha ha ha!”
“Rather than mock, it would be better to take the sword and enter the arena himself,” Asan imdiately answered, throwing an ominous look at him. "What? Do you have the courage to raise your weapon??”
The man lowered his head.
“That's right. I accept your challenge, Brother Lin. Show what you can do. But if victory is mine, then today we drink at my expense!”
For a victory, opponents received thirty percent of the bet, and this ti it was a huge amount. Besides, who in Kyushu wasn't confident? If you lack confidence, you will never reach the top level.
Asan jumped into the ring, the arena judge announced:
“The rules are simple! Once one participant admits defeat or leaves the arena, the winner will be decided!”
“Okay,” said Lin Yi.
“Everyone already knows everything, hit the gong!” hurried Asan, a longti veteran of the arena.
Without changing his face, the judge shouted:
“Then let's begin!”
“To fight,” Lin Yi said, hugging his fist with his palm, but suddenly discovered that in Kyushu such a habit was not followed.
The judge did not have ti to finish when Asan rushed into battle with such force that the stone arena was covered with cracks.
“Haha, bad luck for “Mr.” Lin! Who in our century rembers polite gestures??”
“I wonder what family he cos from? So old fashioned.”
“Who cares about etiquette? Only victory matters!”
“Asan hit first - the kid got screwed. He hits so fast that you can't dodge his attacks.!”
“Eh, they called for a hundred victories, but here the dude won’t survive even one fight.”
“Look! A lesson at the price of a top-class original stone! Ha ha ha!”
Lin Yi's face remained unchanged amid all the comnts around him. Asan grinned, launching one attack after another, swords whistling, each ti flying centiters away from him.
He hasn't even pulled out his sword yet. I just watched calmly.
In the fist world, he was able to create a light of the sa magnitude. The dull golden veil was separated from the blade by two centiters, if not less. Obviously, his equipnt was of iron rank.
ntally sighing, Lin Yi stopped for a split second..
Asan opened his eyes wider, greed flared up in them, and he made a dozen attacks at once. Shiny golden blades cut through the air with a whistle, a dozen holes appeared in the opponent at once... and they all suddenly disappeared like a mirage. He dodged so quickly that the supre expert's eyes could not follow!
And even the sword still hasn’t been pulled out of its sheath!
Asan roared with rage and began to burn internal energy as quickly as he could, the entire arena was drowned in a golden shine, he galloped around his opponent, trying to touch him on one side, then imdiately lunge on the other, from the side, from below, from above!
There were whistles and screams of delight for almost a minute, while Lin Yi, in a shroud of golden light, stood almost motionless. Rotate the body a couple of degrees. Pull back a little. Touch your wrist to move the sword an extra centiter.
Finally the light faded. Lin Yi still did not move a single step from the center of the arena, calm and as if untouched by the storm. Asan stood in front of him, wet from head to toe with sweat and breathing through his mouth, crouched to the ground almost like an animal..
The hooting crowd fell silent.
“You’re a swordsman!” Asan roared. “Why don’t you draw your sword?!” Don't you respect ?! Or do you just know how to dodge??!”
After so many oblique blows to a target that wasn't even defending, he was furious. He had never had to experience such sha before - even if this Lin had knocked him out of the arena with one blow, he would not have felt such sha!
“Are you worthy of my sword?” Lin Yi asked with disappointnt. “You, an expert at the peak of the highest rank, began by succumbing to the opinion of the crowd, and throughout the fight you moved under the auspices of emotions. With your sword art you need to swing a stick. All you know is attack speed, but what about accuracy? I didn’t even have to dodge half of the attacks, you missed yourself. If you were a good expert, you would think about how to force the enemy to substitute himself for the second with the first attack. Try it once, it works much better than mindlessly swinging a sword.”
Lin Yi wanted to see the best experts of Kyushu, and if this was considered a worthy opponent by them, then it beca sohow very sad. In the Golden Gate, third-class experts understood swordsmanship better than this klutz.
Yes, he had inner strength, in the end he would defeat even a first-class expert. But Asan used no more than half, or even a quarter, of this power. In the Golden Gate, any supre expert who had just entered the rank would be able to defeat him. If it weren't for the Purple Dragon King back then and that person chasing after him, Lin Yi, only in the first grade, would have simply killed him on the spot.
Disgrace.
In the lands of the Five Mountain Swords, with such a level of fencing, he would not even be able to enter the lower courtyard.
The crowd stood with their eyes wide open.
What actually happened?
Why did he, the opponent, stand and criticize Asan? Is this a duel or what?
They looked like a student and a teacher, not two rivals!
Many covered their mouths and laughed. Asan, blushing even more, growled:
“Who are you to teach , boy? At least pull out a sword if you know how to use it! Or can you just dodge like so mongrel??!”
“Only those who do not know how to use it take out a sword unnecessarily.”
“Take out your sword or I will actually hack you to death!” Asan scread.
He already hated this bastard! So kid thirty years younger than him, who had discovered half as many acupuncture points, dared to teach him?!
Who did he even think he was??!
In the entire region of Haidun they knew the great Asan! One of the best swordsn there is!
“I didn’t want to provoke you,” Lin Yi said calmly. “Just help. Sorry it didn't work out.”
“If you want to help, take out your sword!” shouted Asan, furious at such humiliation.
He couldn't even find any objections, just demand that his opponent take out his sword. Defeating him in the art of fencing was his last hope!
“If that’s your wish,” Lin Yi sighed..
The mont the Violet Dao left the scabbard, everyone gasped, feeling a surge of world energy.
The sword was flawless, it was overflowing with power.
“Spiritual sword?” Asan muttered, his envious eyes wide open.
He always dread of a flawless sword, but even after years in the arena he could not accumulate enough.
However, looking closely at the blade, he began to laugh:
“Where did you get this?! Ha ha ha, people, do you see this?! How many attributes does it have? All? Who forged this? Ha ha ha!”
“Another lesson: don’t underestimate any enemy,” Lin Yi said. “Keep your eyes open, now I’ll show you what a really fast strike should be like.”.”
Asan's eyes opened wider when a purple light suddenly spread across the blade. Before he could even see anything, the buzzing blade was already lying on his neck..
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