Sword Philosophy

Different Views for the Same Point

On the stage stood a new participant, a handsome figure, dressed in white, wearing a fan, and seemed to be a learned class.

Not yet finished the participant introduced himself, coming with a jump of the new participant's salto again. A person with a bhiksu look, a little old, bald of course, but has a thick beard and mustache. On his neck was a prayer beads, each grain of which was quite large. Even though under the crowd of crowds kasak kusuk menggunjing "how could a monk participate in a race to find a husband ", but it seems that the monk does not care.

" Heh young man, ... If you still love your life, come down quickly, and let me continue, if not, then don't dream of you fighting that beautiful girl, I'm gonna kill you right now..... " The monk began to spread intimidation.

" Amitabha. bhiksu greetings, is not the Buddha compassionate, why is it so easy to say kill. We are now on the same stage, I will retreat, if the lord monk can defeat or bring me down " .Answer the young man.

" Ha ha ha ha, I am Shen Kun. You are the first person who did not run after I gave you the opportunity to leave, therefore be prepared !!! " .

" Oh so you're a swordsman with the title of Lost Death, please..... "

The monk unleashed a physical blow without a stance, although the wind was heavy. Besides being strong, fast and precise, the punch was as if ordinary and without any specialness at all. Does not have a style. But that's where the specialty lies, the punch that is trained to continuously, without the name of the style, only needs strong, fast, precise and human life as a means of training, creating the originality of the punch line. The punch was dangerous, not a few training facilities were killed with the body destroyed even with just one blow. That's where the nickname The Lost Death comes from.

But apparently the student was still calm and turned his hand creating a pat kwa-shaped shield of light. Once the 2 moves collide, the impact creates a shockwave.

While the student only uses a little energy to throw the opponent's attack power, with a certain round method. Although as if only a simple sentence, but the style in the martial world known as the Borrowing Kumala style it takes continuous, consistent and does not stop, once off guard, training, the energy received instead of being successfully deflected and thrown in the other direction, can actually hurt seriously.

So a cataclysmic fleeting collision was actually a dead end. The power from Shen Kun seemed to hit the defensive wall, and the direction of his attack energy shot upwards. Little by little the young man's feet began to enter the floor of the stage.

As everything seemed to reach a dead end, Miao Ren Ying darted in between the gaps of their fight. Miao Ren Ying's right hand gripped Shen Kun's hand with the Tiger Claw, her left hand holding the light kwa pat with the dragon's footprint. Next the Tiger Claw pulled Shen Kun and greeted the Eagle Kick. While the left side continued the finger of the praying Grasshopper pierced right in the middle of the round pat kwa light. Shen Kun on the right side bounced strongly because after being pulled and kicked. While the young student on his left side is seen to have injuries at a certain point, because in fact the storm rotation as strong as anything still has a relatively weak and penetrable storm eye.

" Lord, please follow the rules of the match .According to the rules I am the testator, Well who will advance ahead of you " .Dashingly Miao Ren Ying challenged each of the participants who wanted to advance first.

On the side of the audience, Miao Ren Ying looked beautiful even though Miao's customary attire impressed the village, even Miao Ren Ying was wearing a lion's skin suit and a tiger's skin subordinate, a golden snake skin belt, and a golden scales, and enough decoration.

But for Shen Kun, his chest ached as if it was crushed due to some fractured ribs. And the young man was hit by a finger-stroke at a certain acupoints that made his whole body seem to be stung by an electric bee.

Let alone trying to fight next, even to answer Miao Ren Ying alone, their breathing was heavy.