Urban Madness

Chapter 980: Slap to death!

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"By you, you don't deserve to know my name!"

Although Ye Fan's voice didn't sound, it exploded like a thunder in the dojo.

Not worthy?

This harsh word, like a sharp sword, pierced Watanabe Taro's chest.

For a moment, Watanabe Taro's eyes were red, and the roots of the blue veins on his forehead were erected. Suddenly a monstrous anger burst into his heart, and he rebuked:

"Arrogant! I don’t know the height of the heavens, do you know who I am? I, Watanabe Taro, was an eight-year-old martial artist, and I became a master of Amano at the age of 12. I have challenged more than a dozen strong swordsmen and have not failed! In the future, the legend of me will be circulated in the world of Japanese martial arts!"

Watanabe Taro's voice was full of pride.

In fact, he also has completely proud capital.

It is the highest title given to disciples by the Japanese sect.

The so-called "exemption" means obtaining the qualification to tell others the name of their genre.

The so-called "Jie Chuan" means to learn all the techniques in the genre.

At present, there are fewer than ten disciples in the Shinto Wunianyu who can be awarded the title of "Immunity", and Watanabe Taro is the youngest one.

If there is no accident, in the near future, he will become Amano Gengoro's successor, in charge of the entire Shinto Wunian flow, and he will be named a sword hero, and his name will go down in history.

But now, Ye Fan uttered wild words, saying that he was not worthy to know his name. How could this make him not angry?

The anger that had accumulated for a long time could no longer be suppressed, and finally broke out completely at this moment.

"Ho **** ho ho!!!"

Deep in Watanabe's throat, there was a roar like a beast, and his momentum skyrocketed, as if he had changed his personality, and his eyes burst into light of choosing people.

"Boy Shina, go to hell!"

Watanabe Taro yelled, his figure leaped like a goshawk, and the sword tore the air, drawing a sharp trajectory in the sky.

He held the hilt tightly with both hands, and slashed towards Ye Fan's face with the force of smashing Huashan, as if to split him into two.

Shinto no-mind flow, in fact, is also a variant of one-sword style, with the core of "one hit kills."

With a slash, if the opponent blocks, he will practice the sword and lead people to cut it. If the opponent attacks, he has the determination to burn the jade and the stone, and will never take the sword.

As the saying goes, never hesitate with the first knife, and never cut the second knife!

On the battlefield, whether to kill or be beheaded is decided in an instant. In a samurai duel, the first blow is usually the last blow.

This genre was born in countless blood and fire purgatory battlefields, requiring warriors to quickly concentrate, strike at the enemy with a knowing blow, and kill the opponent before being cut!

At this moment, the spirit of Watanabe Taro's whole body was completely integrated into this sword, and he shouted:

"Uranus---slash in the wind!"

As soon as the voice fell, his speed was as fast as a violent wind, and it had exceeded the limit of the naked eye, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was like disappearing out of thin air.

A slash to face the wind is one of the strongest secrets of the Shinto Wunian Liu. The sword will be rewarded, and the person will be forgiven.

This trick, let alone a mortal body, can split it abruptly even in the face of a Category 12 hurricane.

"She!"

The knife shines like a puddle of autumn water, refining the coldness and fascinating.

At this moment, in Watanabe Taro's eyes, Ye Fan was already a corpse, and there was no possibility of surviving.

...

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

one meter!

The sharp blade was getting closer and closer to Ye Fan's face.

However, not only did Ye Fan not evade, there was no wave of change on his face, as if he hadn't put this "slash in the wind" in his eyes.

"Flies don't know how small they are! The beauty of your country is ridiculous to compare with my magical skills of China!"

Ye Fan said, raising his right hand and patted forward.

The movement was light and soft, as if it was swiping a fly, as if it had no lethal power.

At first glance, Ye Fan's "negative resistance" is like a man's arm as a cart, a worm shaking a tree, and self-defeating.

Ye Fan's palm was completely incomparable with the forged sword made of stainless steel, as if he would be hacked to death in the next moment.

But at this moment, there was a sudden change in the field.

"boom!"

Ye Fan's palm swelled instantly and turned into a giant pillar, carrying the might of destroying the sky and the earth, and smashed it towards Watanabe Taro from the sky, and the surrounding air made bursts of sonic booms.

For a time, the situation changed color, and the ghost was terrified.

In an instant, Watanabe Taro's sight was completely obscured by this huge mountain-like palm.

This sudden change made him horrified, and unprecedented fear grew in his heart. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone seemed to be under great pressure and to be torn apart.

The scene that happened before his eyes completely exceeded the limit of his imagination and made him tremble in the depths of his soul.

In terms of momentum, Ye Fan's giant palm was many times stronger than his slash against the wind.

At the moment of the moment, Watanabe Taro's eyes drenched, and a strong will to survive broke out, and he quickly retracted Taito to block.

At this moment, the giant palm bombarded and fell, as if a blue sky fell, enough to sink the Shenzhou.

"Zheng!"

The next moment, Taito uttered a mournful cry, fragile like paper, and instantly shattered into thousands of fragments.

Immediately afterwards, the giant palm continued to fall, pressing hard against Watanabe Taro's body.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the whole dojo shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The aftermath of terrifying energy leaked out, and the invisible air wave smashed the many disciples in the military training hall to the ground.

After a while, the training hall disciples struggled to get up, craned their necks and looked at the place where Watanabe Taro was originally.

The next moment, they seemed to have seen something unbelievable, their pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, and the whole body was shaken like an electric shock.

Looking into the distance, I saw a deep pit appeared on that piece of ground. It was seven or eight meters in diameter and one meter deep, as if it had been bombed by shells.

In the middle of the pit, there is nothing, where is the shadow of Watanabe Taro?

But if you look closely, you can see a dark red blood in the center of the pit.

Taro Watanabe, the great brother of the dignified Shinto Wunianyu, the martial arts genius of the country, was directly shot to death under the palm of Ye Fan!

Not only was he shot to death, but there was no bones left, and no bones were left.

...

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

For a while, in the huge dojo, there was no sound, and the needle drop could be heard.

Those disciples in the military training hall all seemed to be petrified, standing still and unable to move.

Invisibly, it seemed that there was a hand holding their hearts fiercely, almost suffocating.

"hiss!"

After a long time, the people recovered, and couldn't help but breathe in a breath of horror.

Shocked!

Unprecedented shock!

No words can describe how they feel at the moment.

The blow of Ye Fan just now had surpassed the realm of mortals, as if the gods had picked up Mount Xumi and fell from nine heavens.

Even their master, Gengoro Amano, would be hard to stop.

However, after doing all of this, Ye Fan didn't change his face, and slowly retracted his right palm behind his back. The light and breezy appearance was like doing something trivial, and he didn't care at all.

There is a word circulating in the martial arts world--

Under the master, all are ants!

The master is like a dragon, an existence that thousands of people look up to, and mortals can't hold back their sharpness.

But among the masters, there are also three or six or nine classes.

Among the great masters, there is also a sentence circulating—

Under the heaven, all are ants!

And now, Ye Fan's strength has reached a very exaggerated level, and he can even kill a master in the early stage of the heavens.

A Japanese swordsman like Taro Watanabe, in Ye Fan's eyes, was nothing but an ant, even if he was killed, he would not frown.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes flashed across the faces of many disciples in the military training hall, and he said sharply:

"Now, let your sect master come out to see me! If he can't come out, I will bloodbath the training hall today, let the gods disappear into this world without thinking!"

Hearing these words, the training hall disciples shivered with fright, their livers were torn apart, and they were almost fainting.

At this moment, in the depths of the dojo, an old voice came like a nine-day thunder:

"Who would dare to be presumptuous in the military training hall, don't you... don't you see Gengoro Amano in your eyes?!"

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