Volume 3: The World's Strongest Chapter 38: British Swordsmanship - Silver Stream
She heard Qi Ji asking her about her opponent's battle record.
Chun Gu Feng glanced at the tablet, adjusted his glasses and said, "Shirayin belongs to the company 'ERM Group'. Since his debut, he has participated in 42 honor duels for the group, won 36 of them, and killed 2 people, each of which was an accident. Now ERM Group is also very tempted by this large order from Sakura Country, so they specially came across the country to apply for the competition, intending to eat this piece of cake first."
Qi Ji nodded to show that he understood.
Qi Ji listened to Chun Gu Feng introducing the opponent's situation to him while following the two of them and continued to move forward.
This time, under his deliberate control of self-awareness, his personality was slightly more active than the last time he wore the mask, and the cold aura he exuded was much more restrained.
But it still looks like no one is allowed in.
Soon, everyone came to the center of the freighter's cabin.
As the referee wearing a mask with the word "Death Maniac" on it came on stage and announced the contestants' positions, Qi Ji took off his shirt again and strode onto the ring holding the imitation Undead Slash.
In fact, it was not that he had a fetish for being naked, but Chun Gu Feng told him that in order to ensure that the fencers did not have any hidden props or defensive clothing on their bodies, if the fencers refused to be naked before going on stage, they would need to undergo a very detailed body search by the referee.
The kind that is touched very carefully.
Qi Ji really couldn't accept a man touching his whole body, so he just went shirtless . Anyway, he was wearing a mask, and no one knew who he was except Kamiizumi Masanobu and Harutani Feng, so it didn't matter.
After coming on stage, he stood quietly waiting for his opponent .
As it happens, his opponent this time, 'Silver', is a swordsman who would rather be touched and inspected than fight shirtless.
The swordsman, wearing a white mask with two upward-curved moustaches and an elegant suit jacket in the style of a British gentleman, is being carefully examined by the referee.
After about five minutes, the referee nodded back, raised his right hand, and then swung it down.
"The first match of the second round of the Deathly Mad Sword Fight, White Xiuluo versus White Silver, officially begins!"
The whole audience immediately became noisy, and the cheers echoed throughout the cabin.
The two men immediately took their positions and confronted each other silently.
Qi Ji still used the Ashina-ryu's bull-like stance that resembled the Sakura Kendo's 'Xiaoxia Gou'.
Baiyin on the opposite side stood upright calmly, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding his caged sword, which was about one meter long and had a blade of at least eighty centimeters long, upright in front of his chest, and he bowed slightly to Qi Ji gracefully.
Then he slowly raised his right hand, and the caged sword was also raised over his head, with the tip of the sword slightly pointing backwards.
This is the offensive posture of the British Silver Flow Sword Technique - open.
"'Bai Xiuluo ', you are very strong. I look forward to us having a beautiful and enjoyable fight tonight." Baiyin spoke in the unique and charming British Nordic language. His voice was a little old, but it was full of ups and downs, which made people feel happy.
Qi Ji did not reply, but nodded slightly. The old man opposite him exuded an extremely elegant and calm aura, which was completely different from the murderous aura of Razor he encountered in the last battle.
Since there is no intention to kill him, let him live.
Swish!
Qi Ji no longer waited, he took a step forward, and the whole person seemed to turn into a phantom and came in front of Baiyin!
The Immortal Slash stabbed forward immediately, and the tip of the blade pierced Baiyin's face in an instant.
Baiyin moved swiftly and decisively. His raised right hand had already cut down in advance, chopping off Qi Ji's Undead Slash in one stroke. He then turned the blade, and with an elegant step, he slashed the caged sword towards Qi Ji's chest with his backhand.
With just one encounter, it seemed that he was about to kill his opponent.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Qi Ji.
As Qi Ji's spirit became more and more smooth and perfect through the practice of the Yangmai Method, even without using the magic to subdue the demons, his control over his body had reached an extremely strong level.
I saw that Qi Ji had already completed the wrist turning action, and the blade of the Immortal Slash had already turned upwards at the same time as it was cut down.
The next moment, he suddenly pulled up his hands and slashed the Immortal Slash upwards to kill.
clang!
The swords collide!
In terms of strength, the old are no match for the young, and one hand is no match for two hands.
Shirogane is not a monster with a superhuman body, so naturally he cannot violate the above laws.
But he is a ninth-level master who has integrated mind, skills and body. He has been immersed in Silver Flow Sword Art for decades and has used this Silver Flow Sword Art to fight against countless two-handed weapons. He already knows what he should do.
His elbows and wrists twisted at high speed, and at the moment the weapons of both sides intersected, he responded to Qi Ji's tremendous force and flipped the caged sword.
The caged sword bounced up after colliding with Qi Ji's Undead Slash, and drew a perfect circle.
Reverse the direction of movement!
The caged sword that was slashing downward instantly turned into an upward slash and slashed towards Qi Ji's abdomen in an instant.
Qi Ji's blade was on the way up at this time, and it seemed that he could not turn back to block it again.
But he staggered his steps, as if he had foreseen it, and took a step back gracefully, just in time to avoid Baiyin's attack.
The next second, he moved forward again and slashed out with the Undead Slash at high speed.
Baiyin shouted softly and swung his sword quickly at the same time, using his caged sword, which was almost half as short as Qi Ji's, to fight against Qi Ji.
Although the blade of the caged sword is shorter, Baiyin is not afraid of Qi Ji's long blade at all under the protection of the fully wrapped guard.
Just like saber techniques, the attack and defense of Silver Flow Sword Technique are seamlessly connected like flowing water.
Baiyin is a master who has achieved the unity of mind, skills and body. He has used his own strength to push the limited forward and reverse slashing sword moves of the Silver Flow Sword Technique to a miraculous level.
It is also because of this that he can use his old body... to slightly resist Qi Ji's terror!
In the middle area of the two people's bodies, a large group of sword lights and shadows intertwined with black gray and bright silver colors bloomed.
It's so exaggerated that it looks like a special effect.
This is the sharp flower created by the collision of Baiyin's shining caged sword and Qi Ji's Undead Slash with black patterns, the two weapons being swung at high speed.
Qi Ji Zhan was so excited that he shouted softly, and the speed of the sword in his hand increased by 30% in an instant.
It was Dragon Nest Flash!
Baiyin swung his right arm wildly, performing the movements he had practiced day and night for decades with all his strength in this short period of time.
The sound of the swords colliding echoed inside the freighter like a high-speed vibrating bell, as if it would never stop.
The wealthy people in the audience were all amazed at the terrifying and gorgeous fight between the two, and the already noisy cheers became even more crazy.
Ten seconds...
Twenty seconds...
One minute...
Three minutes...
I don’t know how long it took, but Baiyin felt that his right hand, which was used to swing the sword, had become extremely sore and weak.
Opposite him, Qi Ji seemed to never get tired and was still steadily slashing at him from all angles, as if he was a child who had found an interesting puzzle game and was trying to break his sword encirclement with his own methods.
'A gentleman can die honorably, but he cannot lose shamefully.'
A wry smile appeared on Baiyin's face beneath the bearded mask.
Although he wanted to stick to this idea, his body was no longer able to do so.
The next moment, his right hand suddenly stopped, and the caged sword could no longer maintain the high-speed slashing.
"It's over!" Bai Yin thought, and couldn't help but close his eyes and wait for death.
Qi Ji's Immortal Slash accurately grasped this moment, suddenly passed through the gap in Baiyin's weapon, and slashed fiercely at Baiyin's neck!
Then stop steadily.
The sharp blade of the Immortal Slash, which could cut through iron like mud, was slightly against Baiyin's neck. As long as Qi Ji moved the hilt of the sword, he could cut his throat.
The scene was quiet for a while.
"Why don't you kill me while you're at it?" Baiyin's right hand dropped limply, and he used up his last bit of strength to hold the caged sword, and the sword body kept shaking.
Qi Ji was silent for a second, then said indifferently: "Since you try to avoid killing people in sword fights, there is no need for me to take your life."
"Give up!" Qi Ji withdrew the Immortal Slash.
"As you wish." Baiyin resumed his proper posture. He gently put the caged sword back into the scabbard hanging on his waist, then raised his hand to signal the referee.
"I am not as skilled as him, Bai Xiuluo won." He said.
In the audience, seeing the two people's exciting fight end in a bloodless victory, many wealthy people booed in dissatisfaction.
Are you kidding?
They were there to have fun, not to watch two people fight peacefully.
When it comes to betting, winning or losing is a small matter. What they want to see is one side being completely disabled or even defeated, rather than both sides being unscathed.
They need blood!
The boos grew louder.
"What a noise!"
Hearing these boos, Qi Ji's murderous aura, which had been suppressed, suddenly burst out. He suddenly raised his head, and a murderous light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
One side of the heart!
As his terrifying and bloody eyes swept across the entire audience, all the wealthy people who met his eyes were struck by lightning, as if they had encountered a hunter at the top of the food chain, and they were just insignificant lambs.
Many extremely arrogant wealthy people couldn't control themselves and were shaking like sieves at this moment. Many of them even suffered from incontinence, with a small spot on their pants wet.
A foul smell spread quietly.
The scene became very quiet.
"Death Madness Sword Fight, second round, first match, the winner is - Bai Xiuluo!"
The referee reacted and immediately announced loudly that Qi Ji won.
Qi Ji nodded slightly and calmly walked off the ring amid the referee's loud announcement.
Shangquan Zhengxin immediately came up with Chun Gufeng, with a smile on his face: "Bai Xiuluo, congratulations on your victory again. It can be seen that your opponent this time is not a 70-year-old man, but a real ninth-level master, but you easily exhausted your physical strength and defeated him."
"After today, your strength will be officially recorded by the Death Madness Association as the ninth rank upper level."
After ten minutes of high-intensity attack, Qi Ji's body was covered in sweat. At this moment, Chun Gufeng was biting his lips and wiping his sweat with a towel.
He was unmoved by Ueizumi Masanobu's praise, and asked calmly, "How many games are left?"
Ueizumi Masanobu's face straightened, and he said, "There are 32 companies participating in this Death Madness Sword Fight. In the first round, 32 will be selected into 16, and in the second round, 16 will be selected into 8. If you plan to win the championship, you still have three more games to go."
Qi Ji nodded indifferently, then stretched out his hand and cooperated with Chun Gufeng to help him put on the sweatshirt.
"What about the next opponent? Is he still so weak?"
Seeing Qi Ji so confident, Ueizumi Masanobu couldn't help but smile and said, "This order is worth 100 billion yen, enough to support a medium-sized company for ten years. Even on a global scale, it is a huge order that all related companies will envy."
"Don't worry, there will definitely be a top-level ninth-level master who can make you use your full strength."
Qi Ji did not comment on what Izumi Masanobu said.
On Earth, apart from the three sword masters, is there really anyone who can make him use his full strength?
