The Whispering Wind Sword

33. Zhang Zhiyi's

Zhang Zhiyi stood not far away from Tiong Fa, with one hand Tiong Fa took a look at Zhang Zhiyi and moved his head, signaling Zhang Zhiyi to come forward to face Ding Tao.

Zhang Zhiyi was not a person of the sort Feng Xiaohong, Zhu Lizhi or Wang Sanbo. If he often got the job of being a spy by Tiong Fa, the reason was his ability to observe the situation as well as draw conclusions.

Unlike the others, Zhang Zhiyi was of course not inedible to Tiong Fa's boasting, he knew that no matter what happened in today's match, the sword would definitely escape from Ding Tao's hands.

The only problem was whether Ding Tao would hand it over willingly or by force.

Zhang Zhiyi was also good at assessing the level of his opponent's martial arts. Know the state of the opponent and know the situation itself, by itself 100 times fought 100 times also won. If Zhang Zhiyi was still alive until now through dangerous tasks, it was not only because of his well-established scientific ability, but he also knew when to fight and when he should run.

If it were to face Ding Tao in a life and death fight, Zhang Zhiyi would prefer to run, instead, because even though he still had hope of winning against Ding Tao but for him right now how deep Ding Tao science could not be understood properly. In his judgment Ding Tao was still full of surprises.

While walking into the arena his brain revolved around thinking of a tactic to fight Ding Tao.

In contrast to the cold Wang Sanbo, Zhang Zhiyi greeted Ding Tao with a warm smile,

―Heh, after two years of disappearing, you suddenly became even more powerful son of Ding, did you find any magic fruit or god medicine?‖ermark

His eyes twirled and winkled mischievously at Ding Tao.

Ding Tao so laughed amusedly and became much more relaxed.

―No Uncle Zhang, it's just that teacher taught me well.‖ermark

―Oh so, but if you really get the god's medicine, don't forget to share a little with your older uncle.‖ermark

Laughing Ding Tao replied,

―Sure uncle, I won't forget.‖ermark

―Alright now we should test each other's abilities. As a younger you start first.‖ermark

―Good uncle.‖ermark

After they similarly prepared and faced off, politely Ding Tao began,

―Awas uncle attack!‖ermark

Who said that taking the initiative first would take advantage of it? It may be true, but not this time. If Tiong Fa was as ingenious as a ferret, Zhang Zhiyi might be worthy of being called a small ferret.

After meeting with Ding Tao, he gave him the opportunity to advance Ding Tao first. If his opponent was not Ding Tao, if this was not a friendly match, it might be different that happened. But what we're talking about here is

Ding Tao, not only innocent but also since childhood has been taught to respect the older people.

It was true that he moved first, but his attack was not an attack that harmed Zhang Zhiyi, nor an attack that would make Zhang Zhiyi forced to retreat to a disadvantageous position. Nor was it part of the scheme to urge Zhang Zhiyi to follow Ding Tao's silat game.

This kind of half-baked attack certainly did not harm Zhang Zhiyi, it was precisely this raw attack that was a loss to Ding Tao. It needs to be understood when someone attacks there is certainly a part of his defense that is open.

An attack can be a good defense, if it is launched appropriately. Even if it fails to achieve results, at least the attack forces the opponent to retreat or fend off the attack, so as not to take advantage of the gaps that arise to counter attack.

With the same single move Zhang Zhiyi easily avoided Ding Tao's attacks, as well as entering into his defensive area. His hand was quickly stretched out against Ding Tao's chest, while his sword swung shut the way back. Though at that time the hand of Ding Tao who was holding the sword had already advanced in an attacking motion.

To draw his attack was obviously not a chance, but if Ding Tao dodged backwards then the sword would hit his body, inevitably Ding Tao would have to accept Zhang Zhiyi's chastisement.

It was fortunate that Ding Tao still had time to shift his body position and cross one hand in front of his chest. Although it was not entirely able to withstand Zhang Zhiyi's attacks, it was unable to withstand Zhang Zhiyi's attacks,

it was at least able to reduce some of the power of the attack that reached his heart.

But the danger had not passed completely because the sword in Zhang Zhiyi's hand was already ready to threaten Ding Tao's back.

Amazingly Ding Tao, the attack in front of him was resistant, the attack from behind was not separated from observation.

At the same time his sword had already been pulled back, moving across into a shield for his back.

Zhang Zhiyi secretly praised the dexterity of the youngster, but his admiration did not make him become generous to the young man. Without loosening the slightest attack this time his moving foot kicked forward.

In just a few buzzes, Zhang Zhiyi had already managed to urge Ding Tao to retreat. Not only that, the young man could feel how his heart was trembling as Zhang Zhiyi's palm popped into his chest earlier. Apparently without hesitation Zhang Zhiyi had exerted all the pure air he had behind his punch earlier.

If the young man had not been diligent in training and gathering pure air since he had started studying, perhaps now the young man was already lying with a badly injured heart.

Luckily he had a fairly well-established set of pure airs, after all his movements dodged and protected the chest, reducing some of Zhang Zhiyi's energy throws.

But still the flow of his power became chaotic, while Zhang Zhiyi's relentless attack was waged without mercy.

Just this time Ding Tao was facing a situation where he had to desperately save himself. Even at the time of his defeat when fighting Wang Chen Jin, his circumstances were still far different. He still had room to observe, think and plan the moves he had to execute.

But not this time, the pain in his chest, plus Zhang Zhiyi's varied and relentless attacks waged made him have no chance to think at all. Unlike the attack of Wang Sanbo which is stormy but simple in form.

Zhang Zhiyi's attack in addition to being covered with the use of pure air that was heart-draining, every attack certainly had a complexity behind it. If Ding Tao had made his opponent move, this time Ding Tao fell into Zhang Zhiyi's game.

Let alone to escape even to breathe almost can not.

Quickly draining his power, his brain was forced to spin violently. The state of Ding Tao was truly like an egg on the tip of a horn. Those who sympathized with Ding Tao also equally drained cold sweat.

While a smile formed on the faces of Tiong Fa and the leaders of the Huang family. Already imagined the victory of the Huang family in plain sight, what more if they imagined that after this they would be able to pull Ding Tao to strengthen the ranks.

Ding Tao's defeat against Zhang Zhiyi, did not lower the price, in the eyes of those who were experienced it was precisely the price of Ding Tao rose many times. They were both familiar with the nature of Ding Tao and the ingenuity of Zhang Zhiyi who took advantage of him.

But such a cunning tactic is already evidently not going to be used a second time. The defeat of Ding Tao this time will actually make the young man more experienced and vigilant in the subsequent clashes in the future.

If Ding Tao was given a chance to recuperate, then had a rematch against Zhang Zhiyi, they were fully confident that the young man would win the match.

Even the great master Huang Jin who had not willingly fed his daughter Huang Ying Ying to marry Ding Tao, now turned around to feel affection if Ding Tao was seriously injured. Inwardly he cursed Zhang Zhiyi who was too hard to injure his future son-in-law.

Of course he was aware that Zhang Zhiyi should indeed be so, otherwise, not necessarily Zhang Zhiyi could win Ding Tao in this match.