Chapter 511
Most of the people at the scene were locals, and they praised Tang Mucun's knives highly.
The losers all left in disgrace.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lan Cai walked onto the stage and stood opposite Tang Mucun.
The strength of the two children can be seen just from their aura.
Lan Cai gritted his teeth and his eyes fell on Tang Mucun's sword. The samurai sword seemed to be specially made for him. Its length and weight were a perfect match for his height and strength at the moment.
The sword Lan used was the Lan family's ancestral sword, which was the long sword that his uncle did not take with him when he left.
The proportions of the sword don't match his height at all.
Tang Mucun looked at Lan Cai with a disdainful sneer: "With just this weapon of yours, you still want to defeat me?"
"This weapon of mine is enough to defeat you." Lan Cai drew out his sword without hesitation, the sharp blade flashing with cold light. But in his hand, the sword didn't even unleash one tenth of its power.
Tang Mucun is too arrogant.
In his opinion, Lan Cai's sword was nothing to be afraid of.
He was even waiting for Lan Cai to make the first move.
The two men confronted each other but hesitated to take action.
The people in the audience became impatient and asked them to start fighting.
Jin Chaochao walked to the side of the stage and said to Lan Cai, "You are the heir of the Lan family, and I have been teaching you for more than half a year. Even if you can't beat him, don't lose too badly. From now on, you have to be more careful."
Jin Chaochao knew Lan Cai's strength. Since she wanted to challenge him, she had to go all out and try to win.
If you really can't win, don't let your opponent think you are a coward.
When Lan Cai heard Jin Chaochao's words, he clenched the sword in his hand.
He had only one thought, which was not to embarrass everyone or the Lan family.
The battle is about to begin.
Lan Cai took the initiative to attack.
His sword had a routine, and every time he attacked, Tang Mucun would retreat to respond, trying to find out his strength.
If he didn't draw his sword, Lan Cai would force him to retreat step by step.
That is, when Tang Mucun was defeated, he memorized Lan Cai's offensive moves and also analyzed the loopholes in his swordsmanship.
When the two were about to reach the twentieth move, Tang Muchun suddenly exerted his strength, forcing Lan Cai to retreat step by step.
Just when Lan Cai was about to retreat, he discovered the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.
Because there were too many moves and varieties, they were unable to use them all and were beaten back, leading to chaos.
Seeing Tang Mucun, he used the handle of the knife to force him to retreat step by step.
At the critical moment, Lan Cai took a deep breath and kept telling himself in his heart: move faster, attack faster, and try to find a suitable opportunity to defeat the opponent with one blow.
But he found that no matter how he dodged, the attack was always a little bit short of speed.
"hiss!"
Suddenly everyone in the audience gasped.
Because the two were fighting, no one saw how Tang Muchun drew his sword, and Lan Cai had a long cut on his arm.
The blood instantly dyed his sleeves red, flowed down his elbow to the ground, dyeing a large area red.
Lan Cai held the sword in his hand and took a few steps back, as if he didn't notice the injuries on his body, and he didn't even care about the pain.
He dared not be careless now, because he must win this battle.
The mockery in Tang Mucun's eyes became more and more undisguised, "Your wound is bleeding, Lan Cai... your swordsmanship is just so-so. You lost to me today, and you will lose to me in the future as well!"
Lan Cai gritted his teeth and attacked Tang Mucun again.
It was another battle of attack and defense, with swords flashing and sabers flying. Lan Cai was injured and defeated again.
This time he injured his thigh and the blood kept flowing.
Sweat was already breaking out on Lan Cai's forehead. In order to prevent excessive blood loss, he took off his clothes, tore them into strips, and wrapped them tightly around the wound to prevent it from bleeding.
There was a mad belligerence in Tang Mucun's eyes.
It had been a long time since he had met someone who could force him to draw his sword.
interesting!
In recent years, not only were his opponents vulnerable, but they would cry for a long time if they got a little skin broken.
In his opinion, such people are not worthy of learning martial arts.
On the other hand, Lan Cai, although not as tall as him, and his sword is not custom-made.
But he has a kind of wildness, a courage that refuses to admit defeat and is not afraid of death.
Only an opponent like this is worthy of him drawing his sword.
Attack again.
Tang Muchun did not hold back at all, but became more serious and cunning.
He beat Lan Cai back step by step, and the wounds on his body kept increasing.
The blood almost dyed the ring red.
Jin Chaochao looked worried.
Liu Gang also raised his voice and was sweating.
"If it really doesn't work, let him admit defeat. As long as there is green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood!"
Although Jin Chaochao felt distressed, she still rejected Liu Gang's request, "As long as he doesn't stop, no one has the right to ask him to stop."
People who practice martial arts must keep their mind steady.
Although Lan Cai is at a disadvantage now, he is not afraid of it.
Even if he really loses in the end, he is still a winner.
If they interrupted him at this time, they would not only lose the game, but also the spirit of the martial artist.
On to the field.
Lan Cai no longer represents his own victory, but carries the hope of family inheritance.
Jin Chaochao could only guarantee that as long as he was still alive, she could save him.
But she was determined not to interfere with his future.
Lan Cai's injuries became more serious.
He felt light-headed and his eyelids were heavy.
But he knew in his heart that falling down at this time would mean admitting defeat.
When his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to see an ancient man in white dancing with a sword.
What he was dancing was the basic swordsmanship of the Lan family.
But his sword was extremely fast, it was drawn out in just a breath, and all the leaves around him were turned into powder.
It was as if the three feet area around him was a restricted area, and the only outcome for anyone getting close was destruction.
Lan Cai clenched the sword in his hand, his heart pounding, and gradually he felt something.
He seemed to have found the secret of the Lan family's sword technique.
That means fast, accurate and ruthless!
The only sword technique in the world that cannot be defeated is speed.
Previously, Jin Chaochao and his uncle taught him the moves according to the sword manual, all at a slow pace, emphasizing the key points of the movements, so his basic skills were very solid.
All he needs to do now is speed up.
How to speed up is the key!
The fighting spirit in Tang Muchun's eyes became stronger and stronger.
"You are the most interesting opponent I have ever seen. You would rather die than surrender. But what's the use? You can't beat me!"
Lan Cai suddenly laughed, "Who said I can't beat you? I was just having an epiphany just now. If you dare to come up now, I will kill you!"
Tang Mucun laughed and said, "If I go up, you will definitely die!"
"Then you try it!" Lan Cai wiped the blood off his face and took a step back to stand firm.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands.
The ancient man dancing with the sword just now appeared in his mind again.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and got it...
Why can't his speed be increased?
Because he didn't combine the force for some movements that could be combined, he wasted a lot of time and his moves were naturally slow.
Swordsmanship is like spelling pinyin. You cannot read it letter by letter. Instead, you have to combine some letters and then spell them into a complete pronunciation.
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