Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 404: The Ultimate Level of Sword Jade

"Musk has only been in District 11 and has been practicing Kendama for a year..."

"To be able to do this, you are worthy of being the most talented 'Hunyuan Sword Jade Saint Body' of the contemporary era."

Seeing this scene, Akita Satoru’s heart finally settled down.

This move was a unique skill he created in his early years. Among his many disciples, only Musk, who came from the United States to learn Kendama, understood it...

No matter how strong Xia Fan's imitation ability is, he will not be able to complete it without long-term training!

"Using this method to deal with newcomers is not fair..."

Musk was extremely excited that he was able to perform exceptionally well at the critical moment despite not being able to complete the task in one go during normal practice.

"If you can complete it within three times, I will admit defeat immediately!"

He handed the "Ten-fold Blade" to Xia Fan and generously relaxed the conditions of the competition.

"It's so heavy... Just holding it makes it feel heavier than I expected."

Taking the wooden frame with ten sword jades, Xia Fan carefully felt the weight and balance of this thing...

"Thinking back carefully... Musk just now, in addition to the stability of his hands..."

"The standing posture of the legs, the transmission of power from the calves and thighs to the waist when squatting..."

He closed his eyes and tried his best to recall Musk's actions just now. He controlled his body in the "third person" in his mind, repeatedly simulated the results of the force action, and adjusted his posture synchronously...

"Yeah, that's about it... I can do it... Hey!"

After more than ten seconds, Xia Fan let out a low cry, tightened his core, squatted down with his legs, and shook the wooden frame in his hand upwards...

"coming!"

“How many can you win?”

"In short, it's impossible to complete thirty..."

Under the convergence of countless complicated gazes, the ten colorful "jades" jumped up in unison and fell vertically to the wooden frame under the traction of the cotton rope...

"Crash la la la..."

Then, without a single mistake, it pierced the hilt of the sword steadily!
"..."

No cheers, no noise, no surprise...

The staff of the program crew had already been petrified, and the photographer even forgot to adjust the lens.

"Ten... ten..."

"One, not a single mistake..."

"Xia Fan, reproduced the "Secret Technique: Blazing Sky Shoes Ten-Layer Blade"..."

As for the disciples of Meng Yuan Wushuang Ryu, they just opened and closed their lips, silently murmuring in fear.

"I...I lost..."

Musk, the senior brother who had just had sex with Haikou not long ago, fell to his knees powerlessly.

"He regarded the kendama as his dream and life, abandoned his studies, parents and lover, and traveled across the ocean to practice..."

His head drooped, his unfocused eyes staring at the floor in confusion.

"What on earth is this all about?"

I don’t know if it was tears or sweat, or maybe both, but the liquid fell on the floor like rain.

Two years ago, he came across the sport of "competitive kendama" by chance in the United States, and he loved it as soon as he started...

Perhaps he was very talented, and with just random practice, he actually won the U.S. championship that year.

After that, he regarded the sword ball as his only dream in life. In order to make further progress, he ignored his parents' dissuasion, abandoned his original studies, broke up with his fiancée, came to the eleventh district to join the Yumegen Wushuang School, and became the strongest senior brother of the contemporary era after overcoming all difficulties...

Unexpectedly, in a program that was originally just a commercial promotion, he was defeated by a new idol who had never touched Kendama! "Perhaps, I was wrong from the beginning... This is just a street game with strange tricks..."

Dreams, hard work, sweat and blood, the things that supported him to where he is now, were shattered with the defeat in the duel, and gathered into a terrifying black hole that swallowed up his beliefs.

"How could this be? Even the most talented senior brother lost..."

"Big...Big Devil..."

"T-Tianlongren..."

At this moment, in the eyes of the Meng Yuan Wushuang disciples, Xia Fan had turned into a demon swordsman with black flames burning all over his body, who smashed the Taoist faith of his eldest brother with an expressionless face.

"Musk... raise your head..."

Akita Satoru's voice sounded in front of Musk.

"Masterly..."

Musk raised his head, and what came into view was a broad back with muscles undulating like mountains...

"When you became my disciple, I taught you that victory or defeat is everything to Kendama."

"But now, I want to teach you another lesson..."

Akita Satoru, with his muscular upper body naked, had stood between him and Xia Fan without him noticing.

"If you don't know the regret of defeat, you can't shed tears of joy for victory... If you don't face death, you don't know the meaning of life..."

"You are not defeated now, but on the way to victory."

"Today, let me, your master, show you the ultimate realm of sword jade!"

His bulging muscles held up a wooden frame that was about three meters long and even larger than Musk's "Ten-fold Blade".

On this wooden frame that is difficult for ordinary people to lift, there are thirty swords standing towards the sky, arranged at extremely dense intervals!
"Akitada Satoru, from the Mengyuan Wushuang Style, uses this "Ultimate Blazing Sky Shoes Thirty-fold Blade" to ask for advice from Lord Xia!"

Akita Satoru nodded calmly at Xia Fan and closed his eyes.

An aura as immovable as a thousand-year-old reef emanated from this "Sword Jade Immortal"...

"Master... it's all my disciple's fault..."

Musk covered his mouth tightly, tears welled up from his blue eyes and flowed silently along his high nose bridge.

"Ultimate... Blazing Sky Shoes Thirty Layers of Blazing Blades..."

"Master, Feng Jian hasn't taken action in recent years. It turns out that he has come so far on this path..."

The disciples in the entire dojo were so nervous that they even held their breath...

They seemed to see that in the last few years of his life, the "Sword Jade Immortal" was alone, hunched over but determined, climbing up the mountain whose summit was invisible step by step.

"Quick, this is something outside the script... 'Sword Jade Sage' is about to make a move, all four cameras should give a close-up..."

"And the guests' reactions and expressions must be captured!"

"This is the first time that a guest on a show has pushed an immortal to this point!"

Yasuzaburo Ozu, who has a keen sense of variety shows, has realized that the content of this recording has gone off track, and has ushered in a new highlight, and the focus of the filming has also shifted accordingly.

"Ahem... I thought I had already won three hundred thousand. Do we need to play a tiebreaker?"

Xia Fan, who had never been asked about his willingness to compete and had no chance to refute, could only continue to stand in the middle of the field and mutter to himself.

"..."

Akita Satoru, who had transformed into a sculpture, had a mountain-like aura that continued to gather and became more and more majestic...

The time in the field seemed to freeze, yet it passed by unnoticed.

(End of this chapter)