C1289 Unfortunately You Are Still too Weak
C1289 Unfortunately You Are Still too Weak
Han Zhen naturally had to experience such an expert.
Furthermore, the other party's disciple actually dared to interfere in the development of Supernatural Pill.
Not to mention that no one could interfere with Han Zhen's business in his previous life, neither could anyone in this life.
Shoichi Yoshida already knew that Han Zhen's Cultivation Level was very profound, and he was still an expert among them. However, Shoichi Yoshida, as Hiramiya Amasawa's disciple, was very respectful to Hiramiya Amasawa. How could he tolerate others criticizing him?
"Han Sang, your Cultivation Level is profound, I cannot compare to it. My Cultivation Level is not even a tenth of teacher's, if it was because of me, you would look down on my teacher, I will fight with my life! " Shoichi Yoshida said angrily with an excited expression.
"Fight to the death!" Han Zhen's gaze instantly turned cold.
Even though Han Zhen did not make any moves, his strength was enough to make Shoichi Yoshida alert. Just by this point alone, Han Zhen had defeated Ruan Junming.
Han Zhen calmed down, "Alright! Then fight with your life on the line! "
Shoichi Yoshida was stunned for a moment. To him, Han Zhen's words were undoubtedly full of contempt.
Ever since Shoichi Yoshida came out of the mountain, he had relied on Hiramiya Amasawa's reputation to become a distinguished guest no matter where he went. Even if he had to meet Martial Arts Grandmaster, he had to address him as his peers.
But now, Han Zhen actually had this kind of attitude. Shoichi Yoshida felt that his dignity had been severely challenged.
"Damn it!" Shoichi Yoshida's eyes were bloodshot as his right hand swiftly grabbed onto the hilt of his sword.
A clear sound of a saber could be heard.
A vast and sharp aura swiftly burst forth.
Blades!
Shoichi Yoshida had learned the Sword Arts of Ni and Hong Kong in the Western and Central Sects, and the Sword Arts of the Western Sects was a legacy left behind by Ni and Hong Kong during the time of the Great Sword Hero, Yi Teng.
Hiramiya Amasawa, on the other hand, was a heaven warping talent. He trained the Chinese and Western Sect's One Blade Stream to the realm of breaking mountains and rivers with one saber strike.
Even though it was only the orthodox sects, Hiramiya Amasawa had suppressed many of the up-and-coming factions.
And what Shoichi Yoshida was using was Hiramiya Amasawa's most proficient Sentinel Blades.
In order to prove his identity to his teacher, Shoichi Yoshida had expended all of his mental and physical strength.
The blade energy was majestic and sharp.
Just from being unsheathed, one could feel the boundless sword Qi stabbing into everyone's skin.
The blade exploded in size.
The scorching white sword light instantly cut through the endless night sky, cutting through all obstructions.
He headed straight for Han Zhen.
Han Zhen's eyes lit up.
Han Zhen's right hand was empty, he had nothing in his hand. However, when he raised his hand, the surrounding air rushed towards Han Zhen's hand at an extremely fast speed.
When he swung out, a green colored Longsword had already decisively swung out.
The Longsword shattered Shoichi Yoshida's blade qi without any obstruction.
The Longsword's momentum did not stop, the majestic sword qi bombarded Shoichi Yoshida's body.
Shoichi Yoshida flew out without any suspense.
Ruan Weiping was even more nervous, "Wu Junjun was defeated!"
However, Han Zhen still shook his head, "Unfortunately, you're still too weak!"
Han Zhen originally wanted to leave a stream of sword qi on Shoichi Yoshida's body, but the moment he waved his hand, it was because of the difference in strength that sent Shoichi Yoshida flying.
However, this way, it didn't reach Han Zhen's original intention at all.
Shoichi Yoshida fell to the ground. The power just now had shattered many of the meridians in his body.
"Now, can you bring a message to Hiramiya Amasawa?" asked Han Zhen.
Shoichi Yoshida closed his eyes and did not answer, but his mood slipped into the abyss.