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When the fatty noticed this, he also reacted!

Seeing that he was about to raise his sword, the hand gesture he made was also in the shape of a sword! Grizzly Form!

Cardinal saw through his move and knew that this move was extremely powerful, but the speed at which it was executed was not very fast!

It wasn't that he had no other moves to resolve when he had used the Broken Mountain Sword Force to break his move, but rather that he had already used the Bear-Shattering Sword Style. He might as well try out the Broken Mountain Sword Force when he executed the Broken Bamboo Sword Force.

With this one try, he had experienced the terror of the Mountain Breaking Sword Technique. However, because he wasn't mature enough to use it, he was only able to break through the Grizzly Bear Form.

No matter what, Cardinal would not give him the chance to gather his strength and launch the next strike!

Sword Form! Flying Snake! The long sword seemed to come to life as the long snake passed through the crisscrossing sword slashes and went straight for Fatty's head!

If this wasn't a competition, then this sword strike would make his head fall to the ground!

At this moment, the fatty was incomparably shocked. Even though his Grizzly Bear Style was strong, he was unable to display it at all at this moment!

The longsword in Cardinal's hand slid past Qi Jian's sword slash. The sword shape, Xiong Pi's stance, had no way of accumulating his strength. Cardinal's longsword had already reached Qi Cheng's neck!

As long as he moved the sword even the slightest bit, a fresh drop of blood would appear, and a head would fall onto the ground.

The Cardinal's sword paused, changing from slashing to slapping, and he slammed his sword into Qi Jian's face.

Qi Jian was shocked. "Ah!" With a blood-curdling screech, a bloody wound appeared on Qi Jian's face.

The fat guy was slapped. Because of his huge body, he didn't show any signs of being hit. On the contrary, he seemed to be in vain.

The fatty raised his sword and was about to swing down! Cardinal had slammed his sword into Fatty's face!

One on the left and one on the right, two bloody marks!

When Cardinal's sword struck his chubby face, his sword also stopped.

He was about to make a move again when Cardinal Ye slapped him again!

Qi Jian's cheeks were red and swollen. Her plump and plump face was now like a half-cooked pig's head.

Fatty suddenly realized that he was wrong!

How could a man that could use sword force be unable to break a move of the 'Bear Grizzly Style'?

Cardinal wanted to continue, but the fatty suddenly threw down his sword!

"Don't hit my face! Can't I just surrender? "

He was pressed close to the sword against his neck. If it wasn't for the difference in strength, no matter what he did, he would not be able to break this move.

Cardinal was stunned for a moment before he retracted his sword.

The fat man stared at Cardinal, gritting his teeth with tears in his eyes! He had never been slapped so hard in his life. This time, he was not only slapped, he was slapped in front of the entire Hua Shan people!

Following this, he said, "The victor has been decided. Cardinal has won!"

The applause from the audience was thunderous. The cheers were like a tide, as if the cold winter air had been driven away by the warm atmosphere.

Wei Ziyang was extremely excited, "Spinach! King spinach! Did you see that, my little brother even used his sword force! "

Wang Qin was also completely focused on the competition, how could he not see it, he was extremely excited, "Junior brother's talent is actually so terrifying! However, if we bet on him, we might really be able to make a killing! "

Zhao Yusheng was silent as he fell into deep thought. It seemed that eight years had passed since he had started learning swordsmanship.

On the stage, the fatty watched Cardinal over and over again. From top to bottom, from front to back!

Fatty was suddenly puzzled. When did this person come out of nowhere!

He had spent money to buy a qualification to advance, but his skills were not good! He had originally wanted to be in the top ten of the new disciples, but the top three had never thought about it.

The fatty rubbed his chubby face. Even until now, there was still a burning, stinging pain on his cheeks. He asked gloomily, "Senior Brother, who are you?"

When the Cardinal heard him ask about himself, he answered truthfully.

The fatty seemed to have thought of something. The name 'Cardinal' seemed very familiar. After some thought, it turned out that the genius written on the flyer was him!

There was actually a flyer in this world that was real!

Fatty had a bitter look on his face. How could he have known that he would be beaten up by someone who had entered the sect for two and a half months! He really was a genius!

Fatty rubbed his face as he thought to himself, "If I had such talent!" How can I be worse than you?

The more he looked at Cardinal, the angrier he felt. His originally red and swollen face seemed to become even more swollen from anger. Perhaps, this was the true meaning behind the legend!

The fatty had lost the competition, but he didn't want to lose face.

"Junior apprentice-brother, a hundred year old sword immortal has descended to the mortal world!" "I, Qi Jian, won't lose out even if I lose. Junior brother, you are truly awesome. Junior brother will definitely get first place!"

He had praised his opponent as if he were a man descended from heaven. As a mere mortal, it was only right for him to lose, and it wouldn't be awkward for him!

Cardinal was noncommittal. After obtaining the results of the match, when Fatty shouted out "Stop slapping your face", he was already thinking of leaving the arena.

Cardinal did not like the feeling of being the center of attention, as if he could not hide it at all! There was nowhere to hide, and there was nowhere to hide. As an assassin, Cardinal didn't like this feeling.

He clasped his hands together and was about to leave the ring.

Looking at his posture, Fatty silently cursed in his heart, Damn! That's it! Geniuses were people who were dismissive of others! Well done!

The fat guy covered his injured face, picked up the sword he threw away and left with a face full of dust.

Before he could step down from the arena, a call came from a distant viewing platform, "Wait!"

Cardinal's body shook. He had used all of his sword moves, but had not used too much inner strength. He shouldn't have been discovered!

Cardinal Cheng stood still as he pondered in his heart. If he was discovered, how could he explain it?

Cardinal frowned. What kind of explanation could he have, how could he explain that his internal energy was not already there?

Could it be, Sect Leader, that I am actually cultivating the Hua Shan Sect's inner force cultivation method? But, I went astray, so I ended up like this?

The Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect was not so stupid as to think that the Sect Leader would believe such nonsense.

If he believed this, how could he become the Sect Leader of Hua Shan?

After standing still for a short moment, an old man with mottled hair appeared in front of him.

"You're the heroic disciple of the South Peak Master?" The Sect Leader of the Hua Shan, Ying Yang, knew the answer but still asked.

Cardinal nodded. "That's right."

Yingyang suddenly laughed out loud and asked, "Hahaha, young man, how do you usually learn swords?"

In his heart, Shu Cheng was somewhat doubtful, as he did not know why he had asked this question.

"Practice hard!" Use the same sword technique dozens of times over a hundred times! " Shu Cheng answered truthfully.

Ying Yang revealed an expression of praise. This brat's talent was extraordinary, yet he was also willing to diligently and diligently train. No wonder he could even comprehend sword force in two and a half months!

Although only Sword Force could unleash the two forces, there was no one with such talent throughout the hundred years of the Hua Shan Sect!

Ying Yang asked again, "Does this young man like swords?"

Shu Cheng answered truthfully, "I like it."

The word 'like' was just his attitude. As for the sword, the word 'like' was actually something that Cardinal Zhu Cheng truly liked.

In the books he had read before, he had seen people riding on swords across the world, one man, the other sword across the world.

No one said that an assassin with a saber could be so carefree, but no one praised a man with a sledgehammer who roamed the martial arts world with unparalleled grace and grace!

As long as you like it, with this talent, you will have a chance to become a true sword immortal!

Ying Yang stroked his beard and slowly asked: "Young lad, why don't you come to my North Peak and be my disciple?"