497: Chapter 492: Confrontation 497: Chapter 492: Confrontation “Baka yarou!”
Kumamoto immediately became enraged, his iron fist swinging out, aiming directly for Yu Guang’s face.
Yu Guang stepped back to steady himself and then slapped out with his palm, colliding with Kumamoto’s iron fist.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound echoed as Yu Guang stood unshaken, but Kumamoto was sent reeling three meters back.
“Great!” “Great!”…
The audience at the scene and those watching on TVs and computers cheered in unison.
Although it was just one or two moves, it showcased the martial prowess of Yu Guang, the strong fighter from Qingcheng School.
His swordplay was not only impressive but also his Inner Strength, which was incomparable to this Japanese karate expert.
Amidst the cheers from the audience, Yu Guang once again advanced with his sword.
His Treasure Sword of Qing Light danced impenetrably, pressing close to Kumamoto!
Chilling light flared in Kumamoto’s eyes, exerting all his strength.
For a moment, veins bulged frighteningly from his arms.
“Swoosh!”
Yu Guang’s sword pierced Kumamoto’s left thigh.
In a fit of rage, Kumamoto pushed hard, but Yu Guang had already withdrawn his move, making Kumamoto’s push miss its target once more.
Without skipping a beat, Yu Guang pressed on with another attack, spinning around with his back to Kumamoto.
“Daring to turn your back on me?”
Facing such treatment, Kumamoto felt he was being scorned.
Seeing his opponent’s back, Kumamoto saw an opportunity for revenge.
Kumamoto fiercely chopped with his palm towards Yu Guang’s spine, but as his palm was midway, Yu Guang’s figure vanished.
Caught in surprise, Yu Guang had already circled to Kumamoto’s right side, the tip of his sword lightly stabbing, striking Kumamoto’s right thigh once again.
With both thighs grievously injured, Kumamoto winced in pain, and his whole body went limp.
“Excellent skill!”
Ye Tian, watching in front of his computer, also exclaimed, recognizing the move Yu Guang had just performed: the famed “Wild Goose Falling onto the Sand” technique of the Qingcheng School!
True to his reputation as a strong Qingcheng fighter, Yu Guang executed the “Wild Goose Falling onto the Sand” with flawless precision!
The reason for turning his back was nothing more than to mislead the opponent about the direction of the attack.
For fighters with a simple mind like Kumamoto, it was natural to fall for such a trick.
“Kill him!” “Kill him!”…
As Yu Guang defeated his opponent, the audience became even more excited, shouting in unison.
After all, the foreign fighters were known to be extremely cruel, so everyone hoped that Yu Guang could repay in kind and kill all these foreign devils!
However, Yu Guang did not deliver the killing blow, maintaining his demeanor as a gentleman.
“You’ve lost!
Get down from here!”
Yu Guang rebuked coldly, and Kumamoto immediately slunk away from the martial arts stage.
“Waste!”
After being defeated, team leader Rogers from the foreign martial arts team glared fiercely at Kumamoto.
“…”
Kumamoto dared not speak and retreated to a corner where a gaunt old man appeared beside him.
“Ya Cai, what are you going to do?”
Kumamoto asked fearfully, feeling a chilling sensation emanating from the old man.
“What am I going to do?”
Ya Cai smiled faintly, his hand already gripping Kumamoto’s neck.
Despite Kumamoto’s large size, he was lifted by Ya Cai as though he was a child.
“Ugh, ugh…”
Suspended in mid-air, Kumamoto felt an extreme discomfort, unable to breathe.
He struggled desperately, but Ya Cai’s grip was firm like a vise, unmovable.
With Kumamoto’s strength already far less than Ya Cai’s, coupled with the injuries from his match with Yu Guang, how could he break free from Ya Cai’s iron grip?
Before long, Kumamoto stopped struggling and passed away, lifeless.
Ya Cai discarded Kumamoto’s body carelessly to the side like trash, and the others from this foreign martial arts team looked on without a shred of sympathy, their gazes cold and indifferent.
Team leader Rogers announced loudly, “This is the fate of losers.
This time, these Chinese came prepared, but if anyone else loses after this, they’ll meet the same fate!”
Victors are kings and losers outlaws; such was the creed of this international martial arts delegation!
The karate expert who had just been defeated and then killed by his comrade was caught on camera, and the event commentators, upon seeing this, were filled with righteous indignation!
“Ladies and gentlemen, look at this—this is the opponent we’re up against; they even kill their own comrades.
You can see how brutally cruel they are; it’s beyond words.
Evil does not overcome righteousness, and I believe today, our martial artists will surely bring us a victorious battle!”
Fueled by the host’s rallying cry, the audience erupted with enthusiasm.
Wave after wave of cheers rolled through the live audience, while viewers in front of their TVs and computers also shouted out loud…
Amidst the cheering, the second contestant from the foreign martial arts exchange team stepped up, it was none other than Ya Cai, the man who had just killed the loser Kumamoto!
Despite Ya Cai’s thin appearance, Yu Bo dared not take him lightly, the murderous aura emanating from this slight elder was not to be underestimated!
Ya Cai slowly approached Yu Guang, who brandished his sword and threw out a flourish of his blade, aiming straight for Ya Cai’s vital points.
However, Ya Cai was much more formidable than Kumamoto.
Yu Guang’s sword thrusts were fierce, but Ya Cai pressed forward rather than back, immediately clashing with Yu Guang!
“Clang!” “Clang!” “Clang!”…
Sword and claw intertwined, creating a sound akin to metal crashing against each other.
Ya Cai managed to strangle the karate expert Kumamoto to death, which shows that his claws had been trained to be as hard as steel, to the extent that even Yu Bo’s sharp Green Light Sword couldn’t injure Ya Cai.
Every time Yu Guang thrust with his sword, Ya Cai swiftly found an opportunity, pressing his claws onto the flat of the blade, neutralizing Yu Guang’s moves.
For every attack that Ya Cai defended against, he could launch an attack of his own, and after blocking one, Yu Guang would thrust with his sword once more!
The two were evenly matched, their fight was on an equal footing!
The audience was instantly stunned; both were indeed top-notch fighters, combining offense and defense…
The difference was that Yu Bo came from a prominent orthodox sect and thus his moves were bold and straightforward, while Ya Cai’s moves were extremely sinister, targeting the opponent’s vitals with every strike.
“Swoosh!”
In the midst of the awe, Yu Bo had already thrust his sword towards Ya Cai’s brow, the blade whistling sharply, glinting with cold light.
Ya Cai flicked his claws upward, sending a tap on Yu Guang’s Green Light Sword, deviating its course and almost dislodging it from Yu Guang’s grip.
Seizing the briefest of moments, Ya Cai was quick to react, striking towards Yu Guang’s chest, to which Yu Guang quickly protected with his left hand!
“Bang!”
The sound of their fist-claw contact made a muffled thud.
But their hands did not separate!
Yu Bo’s right hand still clutched the Green Light Sword, while Ya Cai’s left claw was still raised high…
Both men became frozen like puppets, stuck in position!
One minute passed, then two minutes…
Large beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads, and the more perceptive members of the audience could see that the two had not just stopped, but were actually engaged in a contest of Inner Strength.
Both were elderly gentlemen with whitened hair, and such a competition of Inner Strength was extremely perilous; a moment’s distraction could leave them both crippled!
“Humming…”
After another minute, both contenders began to tremble, and waves of heat steamed off their heads.
Their Inner Strength competition had reached a critical, intense stage!
“Bang!”
Another muffled sound, and the bodies of Yu Bo and Ya Cai finally separated.
In the contest of Inner Strength, neither had the advantage, and both men, holding their breath, were unable to speak.
After standing dazed for a moment, they both spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, showing that this contest of Inner Strength had resulted in injuries for both.
Neither Yu Bo nor Ya Cai could move anymore; the match could not continue, and they both slowly left the arena.
This time, it was a draw!
“Yu Elder, you did well!”
When Yu Bo descended from the stage, Feng Pinglang patted his shoulder, but Yu Bo’s face was overcast because he had only defeated a foreign expert.
On the side of the foreign martial arts team, after stepping down, Ya Cai sat down without saying a word, carefully regulating his Inner Strength.
The second match ended in a draw; for the third match, the martial artist from China who took the stage was dressed as a Taoist, introduced by the emcee as Wu Chen.
Wu Chen’s opponent was a ninja, known as Hattori, who had also participated in the previous day’s competition and had disabled his opponent’s legs in battle!
Upon entering the stage, Wu Chen assumed a stance—was it not Tai Chi he was using?
Hattori smirked coldly, drawing his short sword and shifting his footing.
“So fast!”
The audience exclaimed in amazement; Hattori’s movement created a gust, his form becoming so swift that it was nearly invisible.
The live audience could still cope, but those viewing from televisions and computers were utterly dumbfounded; the camera frame rate wasn’t fast enough, causing the broadcast to jitter.
“Damn it, how can we watch this?”
“Is my stupid computer crashing?”
…
The audience continued to curse, yet such a frame rate didn’t affect Ye Tian, who could clearly see Hattori’s movement.
The ninja’s Qinggong had reached an exceedingly high level, leaving faint afterimages as he moved.
Because of Hattori’s inscrutable Ninjutsu, all the spectators were sweating bullets for the Chinese martial artist, Taoist Wu Chen…
However, Wu Chen didn’t move; he still maintained his Tai Chi stance, using his eyes, ears, nose, and even the skin of his body to sense his enemy’s presence.
Soon after, Hattori closed in on Wu Chen, his short sword thrusting swiftly toward the crucial spot at Wu Chen’s throat.
And Wu Chen, sensing the danger, firmly blocked the attack.
“Snap!”
A crisp sound rang out; both fighters’ moves were matched, equally splendid in attack and defense!
After missing his strike, Hattori disappeared again, moving even faster than before, blending into the air, beyond what the naked eye could track.
“Too fast!
Can our Chinese martial artist withstand this?”
“Indeed, this ninja is too formidable!”
…
The audience started to worry for Wu Chen, but he stood poised and undistracted, eventually closing his eyes.