“Since, you all wait for the other expert again.
These little minions, let me take care of them.”
With that, he put away the iron fan in his hand.
And then he walked up to the martial arts stage in a civilized manner.
With the first person’s appearance.
All eyes also gathered.
On the Martial Union Elders’ Table.
Xuan Yuan Ming suddenly asked towards his side.
“Gentlemen, who do you think will win this one?”
Nie Kongming stated with a serious face.
“I can’t tell, all of today’s descendants are deeply hidden.”
“But well!”
At this point, he suddenly paused in his words, and his brow gradually furrowed.
“I do worry about their Japanese side.
Since they dare to propose such a bet.
It means that they must have some powerful bottom card.”
Hearing this.
On the side, Real Yu Shu and Master Bitter Chi also nodded in agreement.
Only the Miaojiang compulsion mother clenched this small fist and was fully concentrated on cheering for her people.
And on the acting stage, both sides were ready.
“Yu Province, Lu Mo Fan, please!”
He said, holding a pleated iron fan as he stood with his hands behind his back.
That thick aura of a scholar and a Confucian, where there was no trace of a martial artist’s appearance.
And that Nohara Toshizo, seeing this appearance of his opponent, smiled disdainfully.
“Cut, I thought I would meet some expert, but it turns out that you are just a sissy.
But since you like backhanding so much.
I’ll chop it off later.”
The rules only said that you couldn’t hurt people’s lives.
It wasn’t like they said you couldn’t cut off your hand or foot.
Thinking about it.
Nohara Toshizo’s face couldn’t help but show a look of excitement.
When the referee’s voice of ‘the bout begins’ sounded.
Without any nonsense, Nohara Toshizo simply stepped forward.
When they were close, he swung his katana at his waist.
The sword is drawn and chopped.
This is the most common and effective way for Japanese warriors to kill their opponents.
Outside the field.
Lin Mo saw this scene and shook his head indifferently.
Compared to the Nenjin Kiichi he had met back then.
This Nohara Kenzo’s sword-drawing chop was weaker in both speed and power.
Although he did not know how strong this Lu Mo Fan was.
But looking at his breezy appearance, one could tell that he did not take this blow into account.
But Nohara was unaware of all this.
He saw that his blade was about to land on his opponent’s shoulder.
A look of ecstasy appeared on his face.
It seemed that this round was secure.
Even his companion behind him was still thinking the same thing.
Seeing this man react so sluggishly, he looked as dumb as a wooden chicken.
This first island should be coming to hand.
I didn’t expect China, to send such a weak opponent.
It was a good opportunity for Nohara Takesan to make a name for himself.
However, just as the scene of the blood-spattered arm break was about to occur.
Lu Mo Fan suddenly took a step back.
As for the raging katana, it fell straight into the air.
The blow missed.
Nohara Toshizo’s body also stumbled forward as it lost its centre.
When he looked up again.
All he saw was his opponent’s smiling face, which had not changed from the beginning to the end.
“With that kind of strength, you dare to shout in front of us in China?
You are really brave.”
Hearing these words.
Nohara Toshizo’s anger soared.
“You seek death.”
With a rising roar, he gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, intending to cut this man right off at the waist.
But before he could turn the blade.
Lu Mo Fan rested his left hand, and the closed pleated iron fan struck directly towards the face of his opponent.
Faced with this move, Nohara Toshizo also subconsciously raised his sword to parry.
But what shocked him was this.
When the fan struck his katana, there was no halt at all.
Like a sword pa*sing over water, it pa*sed right through.
What kind of demonic art was this?
The next moment, he felt a pain in his cheek, followed by a feeling of involuntary flight.