The Whispering Wind Sword

84. Chapter 84's

That is why it is not uncommon after finishing studying, someone goes to travel from one place to another to find opponents, add experience and deepen knowledge.

Lucky for those who get guidance from reputable universities. Conversely, for people like Wang Xiaho and Chen Wuxi, it was difficult to develop further knowledge.

Both chose their favorite weapons, Wang Xiaho took a large wooden machete. Chen Wuxi had already taken out a pair of swords. Their actions certainly attracted attention, especially when they stepped into the arena.

" Ding Tao, I've already wronged you, looking down on you too much, it doesn't seem like it's enough for only two of my students to advance if we want to see your abilities" Chen Wuxi explained.

The courtyard was filled with whispering voices, no one expected the two old heroes to come down to the middle of the arena. And this was not to have the two people who had already retreated, but they were advancing to increase the number of opponents of Ding Tao. Seeing the doubtful Ding Tao, Wang Xiaho quickly gave a follow-up explanation.

" Ding Tao, believe me, there is no ill intent in our hearts. But really we'd be grateful if you'd be generous to give us a clue or two to improve our science."

" Ah, Uncle Wang, siauwtee so feel bad."

" Heh, against my own comrades of the time I will confuse all names or save face. Ding Tao do you really not want to please this old man?", urged Wang Xiaho.

" It's not so uncle, it's just that I think uncle looks up to me too much. But come, I also want to add experience.", replied Ding Tao to take a decision, after thinking for a moment.

The young man saw Wang Xiaho's open nature, Chen Wuxi who was friendly to him certainly had the same attitude. Recalling his experience, where through the match can be a close friend, Ding Tao did not hesitate anymore. As soon as the young man took a stance, his four opponents again felt a great pressure.

In his heart Chen Wuxi felt amazed, if he had felt disappointed in his two main disciples. Now the disappointment was gone, because he felt it himself, the carrier that came out of Ding Tao. The thick sword air, felt enveloping his entire body, made him find it difficult to attack. For Ding Tao himself this was a new experience, a move he had just created, he had never used in a single fight.

A strong carrier presses, making it difficult for opponents to develop attacks. One moves that closes the way of the opponent's attack, threatening every defensive hole, without the desire to kill or finish the opponent. The main goal is to force the opponent to surrender without bloodshed. This style is created from the essence of each style and experience obtained by Ding Tao, who, dambari with two kinds of pure air that differ in nature and result from thinking that assisted sharpness by the divine medicine of knowledge.

Maybe this style when it has been fully excavated and developed, can be aligned with the legendary moves of the big college, the creation of great teachers who have died.

So great is this style carrier, so that old heroes like Chen Wuxi can be glued in place. Wang Xiaho who had often complained of life also felt that pressure. But the two old heroes did not become frozen in fear in his place like the two disciples of Chen Wuxi who were not yet as mature as his teacher. While calming down, slowly the two old heroes began to pirate his spirit that was attacked by Ding Tao's mastermind. Luckily for them, this was just a friendly match and Ding Tao had no intention of attacking first. Until they have enough time to calm their own hearts.

Those who watched on the sidelines, although not facing head-on, the longer they observed, the more they could pervade the carriers issued by Ding Tao's style. At first they wondered why no one was attacking.

Then they began to observe the position and attitude that Ding Tao had taken. Their brains start to re-create and analyze the reason why no one has started the attack. Start them feel the touches with the style prepared by Ding Tao. So even though only a small part of the guardians of the style they feel, they can begin to imagine what kind of opponent their teacher, leader and brother must face.

Everyone's heart was like being pressed by a rock, pounding, waiting .. and it was like breaking when Wang Xiaho suddenly shouted with an explosion of attack accompanied by all the spirit he managed to gather. Amazingly Wang Xiaho's attack, the carrier of Ding Tao's style is like a rope that binds the end of a hose, while Wang Xiaho's efforts to gather spirit is like continuously pumping water into the hose. Until at one time, his spirit managed to overcome the style carrier

Ding Tao and like a flood emanating from a broken dam, Wang Xiaho's attack stormed, hurtling towards Ding Tao.

Wang Xiaho jumped rolling low on the ground, a machete made of wood moved splitting like lightning, aiming at the horses of Ding Tao. At the same time, Chen Wuxi shouted loudly, jumping high up, the sword in his hand trembled, eyeing every hole of weakness present on the top of Ding Tao's body.

But Ding Tao did not become nervous, his legs agilely and steadily dodged Wang Xiaho's strike without losing balance. His sword moved shut down Chen Wuxi's attack. When Ding Tao's attention was distracted by Wang Xiaho and Chen Wuxi's attacks, his pressure on Chen Wuxi's two disciples was reduced. Freed from Ding Tao's skill set, the two people immediately gathered up their spirits and jumped up to attack Ding Tao.

A cleaver, three blades, one target, cooperating attacking from the four directions. How did Ding Tao deal with it?