Chapter 879: Every Strike Is Deadly

The head of Wudang sect showed hesitation.

He naturally wanted his son to compete for the position of leader.

Otherwise, he would not agree to Bailigui's proposal.

He knew his son well, and knew that his son might not be the opponent of the Japanese man. It didn't matter if he lost, but he was afraid that his end would be the same as that man just now.

He hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say anything after all, and he was still reluctant to give up this great opportunity.

There were nine people left in the field.

Bailigui winked at the elder in charge of drawing lots.

Then the nine people drew lots, and Yuzuru Muyuan was a bye.

All the heads breathed a sigh of relief.

They felt that Bailigui, the leader, was quite reliable.

Yuzuru Muyuan did not go on the field, but stood quietly on the sidelines with his arms folded and watched.

The eight people were divided into four groups. The remaining ones were all masters among the young generation of masters. The field was full of swords and shadows, and the fight was very lively.

After half an hour, this round of competition was completed, and the remaining ones were He Yingjie, Baili Qingyun, Jingshi from Shaolin, and Zhuo Yunzhi from Kongtong Sect, all of whom were disciples of famous and upright sects.

Baili Gui drew lots again and did not let the elders manipulate the situation behind the scenes.

He felt that these people would have a chance to fight against Yuzuru Muyuan anyway, and they would not be killed in one blow.

After drawing lots, the elders announced the results, and He Yingjie was a bye.

Shaolin monk Jingshi played against Yuzuru Muyuan.

Baili Qingyun played against Zhuo Yunzhi.

The match between Jingshi and Yuzuru Muyuan was scheduled for the first match.

Gu Fei saw Jingshi being called over by the Shaolin head and was given instructions for a long time. It felt similar to the scene of the coach giving instructions to the athletes when watching the Olympics in her previous life.

After the Shaolin head gave instructions, monk Jingshi took his weapon and went on stage. His weapon was a purple gold stick up to his eyebrows.

Yuzuru Murasaki no longer stood in the middle with his arms folded. He held one hand on the hilt of the knife, and the whole person was motionless like a rock.

The elder shouted to start, and the two people in the field did not move.

Palace Master Yan said softly: "It is right for Jingshi not to move. As long as he moves, there will inevitably be flaws, and flaws will give the Japanese an opportunity to take advantage of."

Gu Fei leaned over: "Then no one moves, so are we going to fight?"

Palace Master Yan said lightly: "The Japanese will move. Although he is good at using stillness to control movement, with his speed of sword, it will only take a little more effort."

As soon as Palace Master Yan finished speaking, Yuzuru Murasaki moved, drew out his long knife, and faced Jingshi.

Jingshi rose from the ground, and with the stick in his hand, he hit Yuzuru Murasaki's head.

Yuzuru Murasaki moved and dodged the attack.

At this moment, Yuzuru Murasaki suddenly approached Jingshi like a ghost.

The Qimei stick is a long weapon, not suitable for close combat. Gu Fei was so nervous when she saw it.

I saw Yuzuru Muyuan thrust the long sword forward, and Jingshi retreated quickly, but it was too late.

The tip of the sword pierced Jingshi's abdomen.

The Shaolin Sect Leader stood up, Yuzuru Muyuan succeeded in one strike, drew the sword back into the sheath, and stood still.

Gu Fei's eyes widened, and she saw Jingshi staggering with his hands on his stomach. The Shaolin Sect Leader rushed over, picked up Jingshi, and shouted: "Doctor, doctor--"

The doctor tore Jingshi's clothes and sprinkled the golden wound medicine on Jingshi's stomach like it was free.

The Wudang Sect Leader's face changed drastically. He Yingjie and Jingshi's martial arts were only comparable. If He Yingjie died, he would inevitably end up like Jingshi.

He beckoned He Yingjie over and whispered a few words to him. He Yingjie shook his head, "Father, how can a martial artist be afraid of fighting? Besides, I may not be his opponent!"