Chapter 889: Chapter 889 Sword Drawing Skill
Li Feng looked at Li Xinyue, whose face was a bit pale and lips were bitten, knowing without guessing what this woman was imagining on her own.
Li Feng didn’t bother to explain anything, as Li Xinyue’s appearance was entirely coincidental.
A fleeting romance for Li Feng was just a pastime.
As for liking her, at most Li Xinyue was quite pretty and had a nice figure, but to say it was love at first sight would be lying with eyes wide open.
"I am Li Feng."
Li Feng admitted directly, there was nothing to deny, he stood up from the sofa, grabbed the glass on the table in front of him, and leisurely looked at Yamamoto Shou who suddenly appeared.
"You came, not just to expose me, did you?"
Yamamoto Shou looked at Li Feng’s confident demeanor and felt a sudden surge of anger; was this bastard ignoring him again?
What a piece of trash, daring to ignore him, Yamamoto Shou.
Yamamoto Shou coldly looked at Li Feng.
"Li Feng, I don’t know who gave you the courage to offend me, Yamamoto Shou, but you can forget about walking out of here today."
"Daring to humiliate me in public, I’ll show you the consequences of offending me."
Li Feng took a sip from his glass, then disdainfully glanced at the bodyguards beside Yamamoto Shou: "Heh, just with these worthless guys around you?"
Yamamoto Shou snorted with contempt.
"I know you have some Kung Fu, but in front of the warriors of our great Beihai Country, your petty skills are nothing but trash."
"Miyamoto-san."
Yamamoto Shou turned his head and called a name.
A man dressed in training clothes stepped out from behind Yamamoto Shou. Li Feng looked up, the man was wearing a full training suit, holding a samurai sword, which seemed to have a long history.
Yamamoto Shou sneered coldly at Li Feng.
"Miyamoto-san is the Daoist from the Chizuru Flow Dojo, a once-in-a-century genius Great Sword Master of our great Beihai Country. Killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken."
Li Xinyue was startled upon hearing Yamamoto Shou’s introduction: "You are Miyamoto Musashi of the Chizuru Flow."
Though Li Xinyue didn’t understand martial arts, she was once taken by Yamamoto Shou to the Chizuru Flow Dojo, which was one outreach martial arts arena of the Chizuru Flow, promoting the samurai spirit of Beihai Country.
This Miyamoto Musashi came for an exchange visit, and Li Xinyue heard many things about him at the dojo.
He was the champion of the Beihai Country Sword Dao Tournament, hailed as a once-in-a-century talent in swordsmanship, the next Daoist of the Chizuru Flow.
Of course, this was all hearsay, but what truly impressed Li Xinyue was his subsequent sword technique demonstration.
Sword Drawing Skill, Residence One Slash.
From a yard away, he could instantly cut a log as thick as a thigh into two, perhaps that didn’t sound impressive, but what if he was so fast that you couldn’t even see his movements?
She heard people in the audience say that Miyamoto Musashi’s Sword Drawing Skill was already so fast it was hard for the human eye to catch, reaching the limits of humanity.
Yet that was not all.
He also showcased another Chizuru Flow ultimate technique, Thousand Feather Slash, executing thirteen consecutive cuts in the blink of an eye.
Although not as powerful as the previous move, a sharp blade was unstoppable by human skin.
Similarly, the Thousand Feather Slash was so fast it was hard to follow with the eye; when she witnessed it, all she saw were the sword lights dancing, not his movements at all.
Li Xinyue turned her head to Li Feng, biting her lip: "You can’t be his match, let me hold him back for you, you should run."
Li Xinyue stood up and looked at Yamamoto Shou.
"Yamamoto Shou, I’ve already called my daddy, if you dare touch a finger of mine, even the Yamamoto Family behind you can’t protect you."
In that instant.
Miyamoto Musashi suddenly stepped forward, his hand on the sword handle at his side, waist twisting, Sword Drawing Skill.
Residence One Slash.
A streak of blade light flashed across Li Xinyue’s vision, and her phone was instantly cut in half, half sliding down.
The blade stopped next to Li Xinyue’s head, a strand of hair drifting down.
Everything happened so fast.
Li Feng stood up, pulled Li Xinyue to sit back on the sofa, as she finally came to her senses, gulping in fear.
Thump, thump.
Her heart pounded violently, like riding a rollercoaster.
Yamamoto Shou watched this, laughing heartily: "Li Xinyue, if you want to call your daddy, you’ll have to wait until we finish, by then I’ll accompany you to meet Mr. Li, and propose to him."
After saying this, Yamamoto Shou turned to Li Feng.
"But first, let’s deal with this trash."
"Heh, how dare a pretty boy living off a woman offend me, Yamamoto Shou, truly gutsy."
"Miyamoto-san, cut off his two arms first, I want to leave him alive, this guy seems to have made quite a bit of money mooching off women."
"It’s a waste for such money to fall into his hands, let this young master spend it for him, haha, hahahaha."
Yamamoto Shou laughed heartily, Li Feng gave a cold smile, flung the glass in his hand towards Yamamoto Shou, but before it reached, Miyamoto Musashi’s blade intercepted with a horizontal cut.
In an instant, the glass was sliced in half, falling to the ground.
Yamamoto Shou sneered, looking at Li Feng.
"Miyamoto-san, I leave it to you."
Miyamoto Musashi nodded, Beihai Country was dominated by Gate Valves, five Gate Valves controlled the economy of Beihai Country, and their influence permeated all aspects.
Miyamoto Musashi was indifferent to these, but he was single-minded in wanting to promote the Chizuru Flow, and having the support of a Gate Valve was the key.
So, it wasn’t about right or wrong, only about interests.
Moreover, the opponent was from Yan Country.
Miyamoto Musashi sheathed his sword, looking at Li Feng standing a meter away, within a yard, all in his attack range.
Taking a deep breath.
Body sinking, waist twisting, in the next instant, a streak of light flashed.
Sword Drawing Skill.
Residence One Slash.
This slash suddenly appeared at Li Feng’s shoulder.
"Watch out!"
Li Xinyue, pushed back onto the sofa, saw Miyamoto Musashi step forward and shouted a warning, but it was too late.
Li Xinyue saw a flash of light, instinctively closed her eyes, not wanting to see blood splatter.
Yamamoto Shou sneered, a glint of savagery in his eyes.
Compete with me.
First break your arms, then turn you into a cripple for daring to insult this young master. I’ll make you wish you were dead.
No sooner said than done.
The slash was dazzling but did not draw a single drop of blood.
"Hmm?"
Miyamoto Musashi showed a hint of surprise, looking at Li Feng who had sidestepped his Sword Drawing Skill, how could this be?
"Nani?"
"He dodged Miyamoto-san’s Sword Drawing Skill?"
"How is this possible?"
"Miyamoto-san’s Sword Drawing Skill is so fast that the naked eye can’t catch it, even if seen, one can’t react, and Miyamoto-san’s Sword Drawing Skill has never missed."
The other bodyguards were also dumbfounded.