With the help of the final evolution gene, Zhang Yuntian adapted to the use of swords in just a few days, and his strength and speed were much stronger than ordinary swordsmen. Wang Yue's weird sword moves were no match for even the battlefield warriors who licked blood on the tip of the sword every day, let alone these so-called warriors in peacetime.

The wooden sword is already heavy, and with his huge wrist strength, he can easily break bricks with just one blow, not to mention a person's body.

So when Zhang Yuntian saw that Mitsui did not take any defense, he was afraid that this move would kill him, so he only used 30% of his strength. Even so, he still made the opponent grin.

"Is it because I'm too heavy?"

Zhang Yuntian asked Fukada Keiko who was standing anxiously outside the court.

The latter had long been annoyed Kenichi Mitsui. She originally wanted to marry such a powerful and wealthy son, which would be of great benefit to her family career without any harm.

However, as the relationship deepened, she found that Mitsui was a arrogant bastard. With the huge power of her family, she acted like a mighty man, ignored other people's efforts, and wanted to trample on the dignity of others. She was full of machismo and even asked her to be a full-time housewife after marriage and handed over the company's business to Mitsui's younger brother.

That little guy has just graduated from junior high school now, and such a marriage is not a union at all, but annexed.

So Keiko Fukada has been trying to escape. This time she invited Zhang Yuntian to come, one for the anniversary celebration, and the other was to explore Zhang Yuntian's strength and seek a big tree to rely on again.

"Don't worry, Kenichi Mitsui is just pretending. This guy is very cunning. You must not be deceived by him. Look at the protective gear on his body, which is made of alloy, and its hardness and toughness are far higher than that of the wooden sword. Even if the wooden sword is cut off, it will not cause serious damage to him. Just let go and do it!"

Keiko Fukada looked up at Zhang Yuntian, suddenly smiled, put her hand on her plump chest, fiddling with her open collar, "End the battle quickly, I have important things to do later, I want to report to you alone!"

Zhang Yuntian nodded, "It just so happens that I have something to look for you. Since he has protective gear, let's fight quickly!"

With another gong sound, Zhang Yuntian and Mitsui returned to the competition venue. This time, their momentum changed again.

Zhang Yuntian was determined to win this game, so he no longer planned to retain his strength and made a starting move of Chinese swordsmanship, which was preparing to launch an attack.

Although Kenichi Mitsui won a lucky game, he was scolded by Masao Mitsui during the break, especially when he learned that Prime Minister Koizumi was also paying attention to the game, a Bushido spirit of ignorance aroused from his heart. This time he was fully focused and prepared to continue to win the game by using moves and moves.

But it's just a few strokes on the body. Compared to physical pain, losing glory is even more unbearable.

"Bastard, you will definitely lose this game because I have already realized how to give my life!"

Kenichi Mitsui roared and rushed over quickly, turned the wooden sword a few times, then jumped up suddenly and smashed it from top to bottom.

Just as Mitsui started, Zhang Yuntian also launched an attack, which was the first time he had taken an offensive since this competition.

Zhang Yuntian was so fast, like an offline arrow, rushing out, but it was not the thunderous momentum, but it gave people a gentle and floating feeling, just like a gust of wind could blow him away.

Bang!

The two of them made a move and stood at each other's position, standing back to back. The scene was exactly the same as the samurai duel in the movie.

Mitsui scored!

The referee flipped the scoreboard a few times, which immediately attracted a lot of cheers from the audience.

"Good Mitsui, give this kid some color!"

"That's right, this is the Bushido spirit of our Koji Kingdom! It's so exciting!"

"I did a pretty job. The kendo of our little Japanese country is the essence, and the garbage of China is not worth mentioning at all!"

Zhang Yuntian put away the wooden sword, turned around and walked past Mitsui, and silently got off the competition venue.

On the other hand, Fukada Keiko ran over nervously, "How about Chairman, you are fine! It doesn't matter if you lose the game. Now it's a strife with the Mitsui family. Next we have to discuss countermeasures!"

Zhang Yuntian nodded, "The Liangzi must have been together this time. Let's go to a hot spring hotel. I want to relax!"

Fukada Keiko hurriedly walked towards the door with Zhang Yuntian in his arms, with ridicule and cheers behind him. The referee also sounded the gong again, announcing that the game was over and the outcome was decided.

Just as the two were about to leave the arena, a burst of exclamations suddenly came from behind. Zhang Yuntian did not look back and walked forward silently.

Fukada Keiko was very curious and secretly looked back.

Mitsui on the competition court fell heavily on the field with a bang. The medical staff outside the field rushed over, measuring their blood pressure and pulse, and finally lifted the stretcher up.

When they took off Mitsui's protective gear, they found that the extremely strong protective gear made of the entire alloy had been severely deformed in many places, just like a heavy truck loaded over it.

Is this the damage of the wooden sword? It’s impossible, it’s really outrageous!

The referee stood stunned on the sidelines. He only saw Mitsui hit Zhang Yuntian's sword, but he did not see Zhang Yuntian taking action.

Unexpectedly, it was because the latter took action too quickly, and he launched seven or eight attacks in an instant, so that a phantom appeared, which seemed to have not taken action.

Such a realm has almost exceeded the peak that Xiaoji Kingdom can reach. This is simply a god-like existence!

Even if there are really martial arts geniuses in the world who can practice swordsmanship day and night and finally reach this level of superb level, they must be at least sixty or seventy years old. How could they be young people in their twenties?

If this is the case, what amazing effect will the Chinese swordsmanship be achieved if it is practiced to the end? Is it true that the contents in Chinese martial arts films are all true?

Zhang Yuntian's blow completely shattered the referee's outlook on life. It turned out that his pursuit of Jiandao over the years was all wrong.

The audience on the stage also opened their mouths in surprise, unable to say a word. The flip was too sudden and it was a little unrestrained.

Especially those dealers who set up the game, the ratio of 50 per loss was a 50-yuan loss. The Chinese audience made a fortune this time. Some were proud of their strong swordsmanship, and some were secretly grateful for their bets. The entire home game of Xiaoji Country gave Xiaoji Country a big mouth.
Chapter completed!