She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Instead of avoiding Odazawano's attack, Xiaolong went straight for it.

He caught Odazawano's knife with his bare hands, and clamped the blade of Odazawano with his palms as hard as iron, and exerted force with his feet -

Odazawano was forced to retreat.

Xiaolong had no intention of letting him go, but instead broke his samurai sword and knocked him off the arena with a palm.

Odazawano screamed and fell off the stage.

His knife was destroyed and his eyes were full of resentment.

Ke Xin was hit in the mouth, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't get up at all.

"puff--"

Odazawano spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiaolong, at this time, barely supported his body and knelt on one knee.

"I won, didn't I?"

He was on the stage, looking down at Odazawano.

There was no contempt or pride in his eyes, as if he had experienced this kind of competition many times and was asking the other party very honestly.

Odazawano: “…” If you win, then you win. Why are you humiliating me?

But how could Xiaolong be humiliated?

He jumped off the arena and stretched out his hand to his opponent, trying to help him.

Odazawano's eyes turned red with excitement.

"Are you still not convinced?"

Xiaolong obviously saw it too.

Odazawano's Chinese is not as good as his father's.

I didn't understand what Xiaolong was saying.

Fang Yitong had already looked at Oda Ichiro at this time: "My apprentice was naughty and destroyed your son's sword. I am really sorry."

Ichiro Oda: “…” Killing people and destroying their hearts.

"I didn't expect Fang Sang to have such a powerful disciple. But this palm technique doesn't look like your kung fu."

"I wonder which other master he has worshipped besides Fang Sang?"

Of course Ichiro Oda was not happy, so he found another point of attack.

What are you so proud of? It's not like your disciple defeated my son with your martial arts.

"I taught you." Qiao Lao replied without any reservation.

"Who is this?" Ichiro Oda looked at Mr. Qiao in surprise.

This person has been very low-key since he came in.

"I'm just a rag collector, not worth mentioning."

Old Qiao waved his hand.

But the more he did this, the more Oda Ichiro suspected that this was an unfathomable master.

He remembered that he had not achieved his goal today, so his face naturally turned bad.

"You are a great kung fu master, I wonder if there will be a chance for me to learn from you in the future?"

"That's definitely useless." Lao Qiao looked at him, "I don't practice martial arts for sparring."

"That……"

Is it still for the purpose of eliminating violence, maintaining peace and protecting the country?

Ichiro Oda doesn't quite understand the Chinese way of thinking.

"People who practice martial arts must often accept challenges from others in order to make progress." Ichiro Oda tried to persuade Master Qiao.

But Qiao Lao changed the subject: "So, you came here today specifically to return the dragon soul?"

Otherwise, why would he come to my house eager to be bullied?

Still discussing?

It would have been fine if he had defeated Fang Yitong by dishonorable means, but now he wants to defeat Xiaolong as well.

Since he didn't win, he found a way out for himself.

But this step also depends on whether Mr. Qiao and others are willing to support it.

"The Dragon Soul is a good sword. I think Mr. Lin Long is a very good master of it. Fang Sang has a successor. Congratulations!"

At this time, Ichiro Oda became very graceful, as if he was not the aggressive one before.

This flexible appearance amazed other people in the martial arts gym.

"Do we need to take him to the hospital?"

Yan Zhentian saw that although Oda Ichiro said congratulations, his expression was still unwilling, so he reminded him.

He was referring to Odazawano.

When he heard Yan Zhentian mention his son, Ichiro Oda suppressed other thoughts in his mind.