29: Battle Against Tang nglong
Tang nglong, his surna was Tang, but he was not a Huaxia person.
He was about the sa height as Lewis, but clearly a great deal more muscular. A pair of cold eyes revealed the cruelty unique to a Western strongman. He strode onto the fighting stage, drew a massive greatsword that required two hands, yet Tang nglong could wield it easily with one.
The greatsword was about the sa length as Yuyin's but twice as wide.
The wire sh rose, and the match began!
The fervent crowd let out a roar that seed to shake the Underground Fighting Arena. By now, half of the audience was cheering for Yuyin. Although the bets on Tang nglong to win were still four tis those on Yuyin, she was a local fighter from Lingdu, and a female one at that, which naturally made her popular.
Tang nglong panted heavily, holding his greatsword as he advanced on Yuyin in large strides. He stopped a few paces away, looking down at the woman who was petite compared to him, "I won't be as careless as Lewis. And besides, I'm not interested in Eastern won."
"As it happens, I can't muster the slightest interest in Western n," Yuyin said, suppressing the physiological fear she felt toward the giant man, doing her best to make her state of mind cold and indifferent.
Although Yuyin had no interest in any man, here, she didn't need to explain.
Tang nglong's thick, golden-brow furrowed powerfully. "Is that so? But I do have a bit of an interest in tearing apart a weak and vile woman!"
Suddenly, Tang nglong roared, stepping forward as he swung the greatsword in a half-circle, chopping down toward Yuyin.
Tang nglong's movent and sword draw were far faster than his seemingly heavy fra would suggest!
But at this mont, Yuyin's Primordial Energy was nearly one hundred. Her already sharp dynamic vision was now more than enough to capture all of Tang nglong's attacks.
Her slender figure facing the giant's heavy sword was an unexpected sight. Far from dodging, she tid her move perfectly, also taking a quick step forward to et him. Before the giant's sword could complete its fall and reach maximum speed, she struck first to parry.
Ting!
Sparks flew, and a crisp clang of tal echoed.
The greatsword in the hands of Tang nglong, whose arms were as thick as Yuyin's waist, was knocked back at the sa ti as Yuyin's sword. For a mont, both of them staggered.
This was the essence of the Polaris Sword Art, seemingly simple yet profound: parry before the enemy's attack reaches its maximum force, seizing the initiative through timing, technique, and speed! Even though Yuyin's absolute strength was not yet a match for Tang nglong's, she could still fight him head-on!
"This Qingyu, the Sword Maiden, can actually go head-to-head with the Western powerhouse, Tang nglong, and not be at a disadvantage?" At the fighter and VIP seating, a stern-looking martial artist in a Tang suit exclaid in shock. Although he might not be weaker than Tang nglong, facing Tang nglong's brute strength combined with his agility, a single mistake could lead to him being defeated in one move. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
Both of them involuntarily took half a step back. Tang nglong, for all his agility, was only relatively so. He had clearly lost his balance, flailing his arms to try and regain it.
Yuyin, on the other hand, adjusted her posture swiftly and nimbly as she retreated. Using the montum of the recoil, she suddenly lunged forward in a sword step. The longsword in her hand carved a reverse arc, and with a flick of her wrist, she chopped upwards diagonally at Tang nglong's chest.
"Oof!" Tang nglong's heavy fra was still unsteady. He barely managed to swing his sword down to parry.
Clang!
This ti, Tang nglong's greatsword was knocked aside directly by Yuyin's longsword, as he had no ti to adjust his posture and exert force.
Seizing the opportunity, Yuyin switched to a two-handed grip, adding force with her left hand. With a sudden twist and turn, she brought her sword down in a chop.
Thump!
The unsharpened blade chopped down heavily on Tang nglong's thick chest, sending the giant staggering to his knees. His thick, studded leather belt snapped, and a deep dent was left on his chest.
"Ugh, ah..." Tang nglong clutched his chest, letting out a cry of pain.
Yuyin did not press the attack, instead waiting for Tang nglong to stand up.
Amidst the cheers for the Eastern Sword Maiden from the audience, the veins on Tang nglong's forehead bulged. His adrenaline surged, making him forget the pain. His powerful body flushed red, and what seed like an unconscious surge of Primordial Energy rose from him.
He let out a roar and suddenly burst forth, his greatsword chopping ferociously toward Yuyin.
"No! Watch out! Dodge!" the martial artist in the Tang suit couldn't help but shout.
This all-out attack was incredibly ferocious, full of power and rage. Everyone expected Yuyin to dodge, but instead, she stood her ground. Facing the falling greatsword, she swiftly struck out with her sword to intercept.
Ting!
Yuyin's longsword swiftly smacked the broad, flat side of Tang nglong's greatsword, knocking it to one side. Tang nglong's body, having put too much force into the strike, followed the greatsword, stumbling forward past Yuyin's side.
He flailed about, his head and torso completely exposed.
Yuyin's eyes focused. In the brief mont Tang nglong was instinctively trying to regain his balance, she fluidly retracted her sword while turning her body. Gripping the sword with both hands, her movents were as smooth as flowing water, forming a bizarre contrast with Tang nglong, who was clumsily scrambling and looked about to fall, as if they were in two completely different worlds of rhythm.
Whoosh!
Yuyin decisively chopped down on the solid side of Tang nglong's head.
Half of Tang nglong's face caved in. His eyes rolled back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he collapsed to one side.
His heavy body rolled all the way to the edge of the fighting stage.
Tang nglong, defeated.
Perhaps the audience, after the last match, had acknowledged that Yuyin had so skill. But this was Tang nglong! He was not on the sa level as Lewis, that third-rate professional fighter. Besides, Lewis's underestimation of his opponent was a major factor in the last match. Tang nglong was a true top-tier fighter who had been on a winning streak recently, and he had gone all out, yet he still lost?
So in the audience might have thought that Yuyin, relying on her agility, had a slim chance of winning on points by dragging out the fight. But who could have imagined that this slender, tall woman would actually win through direct, frontal combat, defeating Tang nglong in just two or three exchanges?
Who could have imagined that?
Tonight's battle was a shock to everyone, no less than the last one!
"Ding, you gained 10 Soul Charm Points from the astonished audience."
"You shattered Tang nglong's discrimination against Eastern won and Eastern martial arts. Gained 10 Soul Charm Points."
"You gained 1 Soul Charm Point from Mada Butterfly's surprise, from..."
In this battle, Yuyin gained another 32 Soul Charm Points.
Mada Butterfly? Who was that?
"Qingyu, Qingyu, Qingyu!"
Amidst the announcer's various praises and the cheers of the crowd, Yuyin took the towel handed to her by a pole dancer, wiped herself lightly, and calmly walked off the fighting stage.
Just then, the manager, along with a group of assistants and bodyguards, ca up to et her.
"Miss Xia, our boss would like to see you," the manager whispered beside Yuyin.
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