The Death Ghost Sword
The City Vl Tournament
"Alright I will not hesitate, there is no rest for you, You can immediately take out your Sword if you feel you are unable. I'll fight you with a little bit of my ability" Han Zhie replied.
"Iron Dragon Fist"
"Ten blows"
Bukkk bukkk bukkk
Yu Wuhen fended off every fist of Han Zhie.
"Twenty blows"
Bukkk bukkk bukkk
They stopped each other and attacked.
"Fifty blows"
Han Zhie gave no chance, He continued to dart, the longer their movements got faster. They to the elder brother and to the left, to the front and to the back, moving here and there in the Arena dodging each other, fending off, and attacking with their respective fists.
"Hundred blows"
Bukkk bukkk bukkk
Han Zhie continued to attack him nonstop.
Yu Wuhen began to pour a deep energy into his arm.
"Dragon Punch Illusion"
Bukkk bukkk bukkk
Yu Wuhen's hand seemed to be becoming a lot as his punch moved very quickly but Han Zhie could easily avoid it even without using the help of his left Eye.
Han Zhie's head to the right and to the left dodged. His hands fended off and occasionally gave counterattacks.
Yu Wuhen looked as if he was beginning to gasp, while Han Zhie was still very calm and relaxed. Han Zhie was unwilling to stop his hands from fighting against Yu Wuhen's style and technique.
"The Fire Dragon's Blow"
Yu Wuhen's hand let out a hot Aura
Bukkk bukkk bukkk
Han Zhie parried and continued to fend off any moves of Yu Wuhen's style. No matter how fast Yu Wuhen was, Han Zhie could even surpass him. Some Swordsmen would probably feel the heat if they were hit or fended off any blows from Yu Wuhen's hand, but Han Zhie could easily brush them off.
"Iron Dragon Fist"
"Two Hundred Blows"
Bak buk buk
"Three hundred Blows"
Bak buk buk
"Five Hundred Blows"
Bak buk buk
Han Zhie moved even faster, both of his hands darting to and fro attacking him, still giving no chance at all for Yu Wuhen to rest, even sighing.
The Spectators saw him, they made no sound, dumbfounded to watch the course of the match between Han Zhie and Yu Wuhen. Their heads moved to the right and to the left following every move of Han Zhie and Yu Wuhen.
Lin Du, Feng Gun and Lin Mei did not blink watching the Iron Dragon Fist that they had always underestimated turned out to have many Techniques and moves that Han Zhie created himself.
In the VIP Bench, Sun Ho asked Uncle Du.
"Uncle Du, you see, right? Am I wrong to tell him to compete?" Han Zhie.
"Oh yes, Prince, I saw it. No Prince, Prince is not wrong at all" Reply Lin Du wished Han Zhie to win the Match and become the champion after seeing his prowess.
"Actually Who is Han Zhie Uncle Du?" Ask Sun Ho probing.
"Oh Him, He's just a broomstick in my House" Reply Lin Du as if he was showing off a broomstick at his residence.
Sun Ho, the Mayor, and the Sect Elders who heard him spewed food in Their mouths and coughed.
"Diii...Dii... He's just a broomstick?" Ask Sun Ho again
Thousands of attacks on each other they unleashed. Yu Wuhen looked breathless. He then jumped back away from Han Zhie.
"Brother Zhie, you are much higher than I thought. I really enjoy fighting you, I want to test my Sword technique with you" Yu Wuhen said.
Wussss
Yu Wuhen took out his Sky Heirloom Sword, as well as Han Zhie. But He only took out the Earthly Heirloom Sword that Sun Ho had borrowed because Sun Ho thought that Han Zhie did not possess an Heirloom Weapon.
Wussss
The sword appeared in his hand.
Once again the Spectators were so stunned, none of them made a sound. They looked solemnly at the course of the match between Han Zhie and Yu Wuhen not caring about the other match arena.
"Take out all your moves and sword techniques if you want to test it, I can handle it" Han Zhie said.
Tranggg tranggg tranggg tranggg
The sound of the Sword clashing echoed in the match area.
Dozens of Techniques and Sword Techniques Yu Wuhen had already taken out, but did not make Han Zhie look riled up. He still looked so calm and relaxed at fending off every attack of Yu Wuhen's Sword.
The tranggg tranggg
"This is your ability? I want to see better" Han Zhie said
"Alright" said Yu Wuhen
"The Dragon of the King of Earth" He continued to issue his magistrate. His sword hither and there moved to attack in a row towards Han Zhie.
The tranggg tranggg
Han Zhie easily repelled it.
"The Fire Dragon Raging"
Yu Wuhen continued to bring out his Sword Technique and Steps. For other Tournament Participants, They probably wouldn't last as long as when Jun Bing kept Jin Fei pressed and defeated with various Techniques and Sword Techniques belonging to the Dragon Sword Sect especially if it had to fight against the Yu Wuhen who was his Sword cultivation and science level was higher than Jun Bing.
"Hmmm why does the Technique and its Manager sound so great? I was confused as to what kind of style He could compensate for. I also want to show off my form, but my lowest rank might be able to easily chop off his head" Inner Han Zhie while continuing to fend off and attack with the Sword Movement that was very ordinary to him.
"Alright I'll try a Movement" He continued.
"Prepare" Han Zhie told Yu Wuhen. Yu Wuhen did not care about it, still continued to carry out his attacks, restraining and fending off Han Zhie's Sword.
"The Dragon King of Swooping Birds Apes" Han Zhie continued in a soft voice, showing off an ordinary gesture for him to Yu Wuhen made Yu Wuhen slightly frown upon his forehead hearing Han Zhie's extremely strange moves.
Only Yu Wuhen heard the name of the Han Zhie Steps, while the Audience wondered about Han Zhie's Steps being able to make Yu Wuhen quell and retreat backwards away from Han Zhie.
Han Zhie momentarily looked towards the Audience, He was so stunned. Many pairs of eyes looked at him, He knew they were beginning to admire his strength and prowess.
Han Zhie began to weaken himself, He did not want his strength to be a problem for even his family.
"I just realized I've been using excessive force, especially at my age"
"The Dragon Sword is falling" Yu Wuhen re-issued his nurse. Yu Wuhen slashed the empty wind
Wusss wusss
Created numerous blades of Wind Sword shot towards Han Zhie one after another.
Han Zhie tried to appear breathless, He tried to dodge all the blades of the Wind Sword created but intentionally He could not dodge some of the blades of the Wind Sword that Yu Wuhen had formed, either, his arm He put on some blades of the Wind Sword and made him injured.
Yu Wuhen then moved forward.
"The Fire Dragon is raging"
Han Zhie looked extremely exhausted, her breathing started to hunt, she repelled several attacks, but one of the attacks could make her bounce back and fall with the Sword thrown beside her.
"Brother Zhie, I'm disappointed in you, I'm no longer serious about facing me"
"Anged Dragon Sword" Yu Wuhen said looking at Han Zhie who had already stood back up.
Han Zhie hurriedly picked up his Sword that pretended to forget he took when he fell down then tried to fend it off in great haste with the Sword that had just been in his hand.
Trengggg
Han Zhie was thrown along with his slightly cracked Sword out of the Arena. The match was won by Yu Wuhen.
