Chapter Eighty: Bare-Handed Seizure of White Blade

  The Sword and Iron Banner Alliance finally made its official debut amidst widespread anticipation.

  Both sides first showed off their main lineup, Tie Qi Alliance led by leader Tie Qi, consisting of Xu Ri, Xiao Yao, Xing Yun, and an unknown person formed a five-man representative team. Yi Jian Chong Tian was even more powerful, except for the leader Shi Shou who seemed to recognize some of them, the other four were all unfamiliar.

  As soon as the two sides took to the stage, they were greeted with thunderous applause from the audience. Why? Because after half a day of fighting, they finally had the chance to see the ultimate showdown between the two top masters! The leaders of each sect represented the highest power of their respective factions, and apart from my brief appearance earlier, all the other leaders seemed to have agreed to hide behind the scenes. But now that they've taken to the stage, it's a clash between two heavyweights: Shi Shou and Tie Qi, who were once known as the Three Great Masters of Jianghu alongside Yi Jian Chong Tian! The grand tournament organized by the system had ended after determining the three great masters, but the highly anticipated showdown between them was only realized today, so how could everyone not be excited?

  "Five on five, let's play five rounds. Three wins out of five rounds, you don't have a problem with that, right?" Rikuo said, looking at Teiki.

  "Of course there's no problem, we've already chosen our people!"

  "Good! Let's begin!" Xiǎo Shǒu said with a wave of his hand. He gave a slight nod to someone beside him, and that person stepped forward into the spotlight. The others retreated as one sword appeared from the east.

  Tie Qi looked back at the four people of his group, without indicating who should go up, and seemed to be taking a voluntary approach. Xing Yun jumped out and shouted: "I'll go!" Tie Qi nodded, leading the others back to their formation, leaving Xing Yun alone on the field.

  The two men clenched their fists at each other, and they were ready to fight.

  The wind was blowing fiercely, but he was anxious. All this had to be figured out, and yet he still didn't know who the person from the east was! Looking at Bai Xiaosheng, he didn't seem to want to say anything, and it would be embarrassing to ask him again; looking at Wan Shi Tong, his face was stupid, asking him would be pointless. Finally, he decided to ask Yi Jian Chong Tian, who had been traveling the world for so long, surely he wouldn't not recognize him!

  Then he walked up to Yijian Chongtian and asked, "Who is that person who came from the east?"

  Yijian Chongtian looked at the wind and smiled softly, "What? Aren't you going to perform a crosstalk with Bai Xiaosheng? You two make a great pair!"

  The wind was blowing gently, and her face suddenly turned red.

  One sword rushed to the sky, looking at the wind with a embarrassed expression and laughed: "Just kidding! That person is called Lang Fan, a master of one sword from the East!"

  Feng Xiao Xiao said: "Nonsense, I also know he's a master swordsman from the East, what else is there to say?"

  One sword rushed to the sky and said in a low voice: "You want me to be like Bai Xiaosheng, making long and grand speeches? I can't do that!"

  Her face turned red again in the gentle breeze.

  "One Sword Charging Heaven continued: 'First watch them fight, if you don't understand something then speak!'"

  The wind was howling, so I had to shift my attention to the field. Xingyun and Langfan had already exchanged several moves back and forth. The whole field only saw Xingyun's nine-section whip flying high, while Langfan lived up to his name, flipping and dodging back and forth.

  This made Feng Xiao Xiao have a problem, he asked Yi Jian Chong Tian: "Why hasn't Lang Fan come out with his weapon yet?"

  "One sword rushed to the sky and replied: 'He is just like you, empty-handed!'"

  The wind whispered discontentedly and patted his back, saying: "Who said I'm empty-handed!"

  "One Sword Charging Heaven laughed and said: 'I've only seen your back, but I haven't seen you use it before!'"

  Feng Xiao Xiao said: "I'll give you a chance to see it!" The two of them hadn't spoken more than a couple of sentences, but the topic had already run far away, showing that compared to Bai Xiao Sheng, everyone else was still not professional enough.

  The wind whistled back to the topic and asked: "Then what kind of kung fu did he use with empty hands?"

  One Sword Rushing to Heaven said: "Empty-handed entering White Blade, he is now studying the trajectory of the Cloud Whip, and will soon snatch the whip!"

  The wind was blowing gently, and he was puzzled, "How did you know so clearly!"

  "Of course, I've fought him before, you know many people like to challenge me!"

  "Then did he grasp your sword?"

  "Got it!" was the honest reply of Jian Chongtian.

  "The wind was blowing fiercely, and he suddenly lost his composure: 'Then you've lost!'"

  "One sword rushed to the sky and lazily said: 'He grabbed one, but was also pierced by six others...'"

  The scene unfolded as expected after a brief pause, just like what Yi Jian Chong Tian had said. With both hands opening and closing, he began to grab the whip. Xing Yun didn't hesitate either, manipulating the whip to entwine Lang Fan's wrist, each trying to outmaneuver the other in this subtle struggle. In the end, Lang Fan was the first to seize the whip.

  After grabbing, he was stunned. His previous encounters were always about grabbing the opponent's weapon while stretching out a hand or kicking a leg, making it impossible for the opponent to avoid, and they could only release their weapon and retreat. But now, although he had grabbed the opponent's weapon, this nine-section whip was longer than ordinary swords, and no matter whether he stretched out his arm or kicked his leg, there was still some distance between him and Xingyun. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do!

  Hesitating for a moment, Xingyun shook his hand and the nine-section whip coiled around Lang Fan's arm. Lang Fan was shocked and hastily retreated backwards, and the nine-section whip that had been shaken into a spiral shape was pulled straight again.

  The wave turned around and pulled backwards with force, only to hear the cloud laughing loudly: "You idiot, do you think I'll let go if you pull me back like this?" After saying that, he himself pulled backwards with force. Everyone thought to themselves: Do you think they will let go just because you pulled them?

  The nine-section whip was instantly pulled straight, and neither of them would let go. At first, they were both using one hand to desperately pull backwards, then Rong Fan suddenly came up with an idea and also stretched out his other hand to help pull. Xing Yun was not willing to fall behind, and hurriedly also showed off the strength of his other hand. The two of them desperately pulled the nine-section whip towards themselves, and the martial arts competition had unknowingly turned into a tug-of-war, shocking everyone.

  The scene was at a stalemate, and Lang Fan came up with another plan. He tightly grasped the whip in one hand while using his other hand to pull it forward, allowing more of the whip to be within his control. Xing Yun suddenly understood and naturally didn't want to show weakness, so he imitated Lang Fan's move to gain more control over the whip.

  Only to see the waves rolling over, the feet are in an unconscious state of sliding; while the clouds are leaning back and forming a sharp angle with the ground, the feet are like surfboards, scraping out two grooves on the ground. The scene continues to be stuck.

  The two men's intense competition made the people around them hold their breath, watching as the whips behind them grew more and more numerous, the distance between them growing smaller and smaller. Both men were drenched in sweat, their eyes closed, desperately pulling the whips backward with all their might, their minds seemingly on the verge of entering a state of delirium.

  The distance between the two people gradually reached its limit, with the whip being tightly grasped by four hands, leaving no gap for a needle to be inserted. Both of them had fully devoted themselves to the tug-of-war with the whip, completely unaware of the changing situation. Amidst the crowd's anticipation, Lang Yan made another breakthrough, suddenly releasing his right hand from behind and stretching it forward, grabbing Xing Yun's left hand in front.

  A line of clouds, a sudden shock, before I could see the situation clearly, my right leg had already reflexively kicked out, hitting a certain vital spot on the lower half of the body of the wave-flipper with a loud thud. All I heard was a pained cry from the wave-flipper as his tightly gripped whip slowly loosened and he fell to the ground in agony, curled up into a ball.

  The Iron Flag Alliance erupted in cheers, awakening a bewildered and ignorant bystander. After realizing they had won, they were overjoyed, waving their whip and running around the arena before returning to ask others how they had won.

  One sword came from the east and everyone's face turned iron green. Several helpers rushed out to hurry and support Langying back, and on the way, Langying was still twitching from time to time.

  One sword came from the east, eager to regain face and not give Iron Flag Alliance a chance to celebrate. The second person took out a single knife and directly challenged Akira of Iron Flag Alliance to a duel to determine who was superior in knife skills.

  The wind whispers a hint of a sword soaring into the sky, and he wants him to make a brief introduction to this person.

  One sword rushed to Tian Dao: "This man is called Liug Shen, that knife of his is a top-notch item, it's called Duanmen Knife or something, and the martial art is... uh, I forgot!"

  The wind whispered discontentedly: "I also know what kind of swordsmanship!"

  That Baixiao Sheng had been silent for so long, finally couldn't bear the silence anymore and spoke up: "It's the Wuhu Soul Snatching Knife!"

  The wind was blowing gently as he nodded his head. In fact, he wanted to ask more questions, but he was afraid that Yijian Chongtian would mock him for speaking nonsense, so he held back.

  One sword rushed to the sky, took over the mouth and said: "The rising sun on that side is recognizable, I won't say much! Both are top-notch knives, mid-level martial arts, this game should be quite interesting!"

  The wind whispers in agreement, asking which one is better, a sword thrusting into the sky.

  "It's hard to say! I've only heard of these two people, and haven't fought them before, so I can't comment!"

  One side's Bai Xiaosheng expressed his opinion, "The two people's levels are similar, the attributes of their weapons don't differ much either, and their martial arts skills are also at the highest level of seven. This match is just a test of the two people's actual combat experience and mentality, both have a chance to win!"

  One sword charging into the sky indicates agreement.

  The wind was whispering in the dark alley that everyone didn't know that Lao Da's martial arts had broken through to level seven, this scene is really going to be interesting.