The Whispering Wind Sword

32. Chapter 32's

This is a valuable experience for Ding Tao, only after passing dozens of steps, then Ding Tao can adjust to the style of play Wang Sanbo which is like a whirlwind, storming non-stop.

Slowly Ding Tao was able to apply his understanding of the knowledge he had learned in the battle he was living.

As in the time against Zhu Lizhi, little by little Ding Tao began to lay a trap for Wang Sanbo, the difference was that he did not have time to think too long, he was forced to determine the attitude in a matter of eye-shock. Several times had also punches and kicks Wang Sanbo stopped by his body.

Because the choice was hit by a punch or hit by a stab or sabetage of the sword and Ding Tao chose the first.

Actually the result was not much different because the sword they used was a wooden sword, but in the young man's mind, this match was part of learning to deal with the real fight. This match with wood was part of the test against him, whether he was really able to carry out his teacher's task to destroy Ren Zuocan.

And in a real fight if he had to choose a deadly wound from a sharp weapon or a bruise on the body, he would have chosen the second one.

Despite this no Wang Sanbo's attack actually entered in a landslide. The punches and kicks that stopped in Ding Tao's body did not hit dangerous areas such as the heartburn or heart, which could cause internal injuries.

Even if this match was a real fight, with a sharp steel sword, it might have been since a while ago this old master was killed by Ding Tao's sword.

How not, I don't know how often Wang Sanbo has attacked without caring about the threat of Ding Tao's sword.

Unlike Ding Tao who acted as if he was facing a real sword, Wang Sanbo actually took advantage of the fact that what they were wearing was a wooden sword. It could be that it would make bones crack or break, but Wang Sanbo was still quite confident in the look of his body that was sustained by pure air.

Even to prove it there was once or twice, where the tip of Ding Tao's sword had also stopped by the body of this old whiz.

This old man instead of not understanding this, actually since how many moves ago, an honest sense of admiration emerged from his heart. It was just that his violent disposition did not allow him to stop before Ding Tao succeeded

dropped himself by the throat.

But just as Zhu Lizhi was slowly but surely falling into the game of Ding Tao, Wang Sanbo had unwittingly fallen into his trap.

In his last move, Ding Tao had managed to put Wang Sanbo in the position he wanted. Intentionally a defensive hole he showed. For Wang Sanbo there was actually no other choice but to attack the defense hole. If not then from his current sword position Ding Tao could attack the old jago.

Like people playing chess, just one step away and Wang Sanbo was hit by check-mates. Whatever step he chose, not later he could escape the deadly attack of Ding Tao.

Wang Sanbo, who saw a hole in Ding Tao's defense, forced himself to attack, although at that time his position was not favorable. To attack Ding Tao he had to do a round move and to some shock his back would be wide open.

His movement was tight, his legs were grabbing like lightning, but unfortunately the intended target was not there. Quickly Ding Tao advanced to cut off Wang Sanbo's movements and with a quick strike, 3 sword slashes stopped by the old man's body.

One on his back, one on his shoulders and the last beautifully moved like a lover stroking the old man's neck from left to right.

If Wang Sanbo had heart disease, his heart might have stopped beating.

The old whiz's tension was like exploding as he felt Ding Tao's sword caress his neck. He could imagine that if Ding Tao was holding a real sword, his neck would already be rolling on the floor.

The old man closed his eyes for a moment, to calm down and rearrange his hunting breath.

When the eyes were opened, look in front of him Ding Tao who stood wrongly.

―Uncle Wang..uhm.‖ermark

―Heh.‖,erm, irm

said the old man briefly before exiting the arena.

For a moment ******breaths are heard filling the room, especially from those who are young. Apparently the match had taken all their attention and reached its climax when Ding Tao ended it with a deadly attack.

From their faces it was easy to see who sympathized and was now the go-goer of Ding Tao, and who still expected victory from the Huang family.

Is it strange that most of the younger generation who watched the match supported Ding Tao in his little heart? Come along worriedly when Ding Tao seemed to be about to experience defeat and cheer in his heart when Ding Tao managed to defeat Wang Sanbo? Apart from their loyalty to the Huang family and the group itself, the current Ding Tao represents change, representing their generation. Moreover, Ding Tao had lived with them for 18 years, so it was not difficult for these young people to accept Ding Tao as a person who represented themselves.

Should we look at Huang Ying Ying? It seemed that it was not necessary, if those who looked at Ding Tao one eye only, now were driven to admire even support the young man, surely the reader could imagine for himself how Huang Ying Ying was feeling right now.

Three fights had already gone through, how much more did he have to face?

Tiong Fa who could see how in each victory, sympathy for Ding Tao grew even more, grumbling in his heart. With a cold calculation, he felt that he knew enough of Ding Tao's level. Just one more time the game is draining and he will advance himself to end the youngster's resistance.