Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Although Ye Fan praised the courage of the Japanese branch, sending a little girl to test the waters was a bit… meaningless!!

If you provoke me without reason, you may punish me slightly.

"Since Miss Inuyama has invited me so kindly, how can I refuse?"

He looked at Yuan Zhisheng and said, "Senior, please lend me your sword."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, untied the Spider Sword from his waist, and threw it towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan caught it with one hand, and with a push of his thumb, the blade came out of the sheath half an inch. He flicked the blade with his finger, and a crisp trembling sound echoed in the hall.

As the humming sound of Spider Slash continued to spread until it filled the entire room, the century-old blood energy carried within the sword was also stimulated.

Even all the swordsmanship among the crowd could feel Spider Cut...starting to get excited!

The sword mates the hero, and when the hero is happy, the sword is also happy!

Gen Chisheng's eyes widened as he sensed the joy of the Spider-Kiri. This was a sword he had carried for many years, and he knew it intimately.

Anyone other than him wouldn't respond much to Spider-Slash. This was a truly renowned sword for slaying demons and monsters! Naturally, it had its own pride.

Only the emperor can bear the other party.

And now he looked at the Spider Cutter in Ye Fan's hand, which was constantly buzzing.

Could an S-class bloodline also make Spider-Sword so happy? But why do I feel that Spider-Sword's joy is even greater than holding it in my hand?

"Good knife."

Ye Fan exclaimed in admiration.

He could sense the blood and murderous aura within the blade, a force that had accumulated from the slaughter of countless lives.

His Blood Drink has such murderous aura, but if we simply compare the sharpness, Yuan Zhisheng's Spider Cutter is sharper than his Blood Drink.

What man wouldn't love a sharp and unparalleled sword? Even just swinging it with such a sword can bring joy!

Inuyama Hidekazu also took over a famous sword from Inuyama He. The sword shone like water and was chilling.

She assumed a kendo starting stance, her eyes sharp as a blade.

The posture is ready, the posture of a sword master!

"Please advise."

She gave a low drink.

Ye Fan smiled slightly and stood with his sword across his body.

The whole person seems casual, with the blade at his side, but in fact he can burst out with real thunderous power at any time!

——Since you want to test me, let me... open your eyes!

Inuyama Hidekazu moved.

Her blade drew a cold arc of light under the glass lamp, as if even the space was split open by this blade, leaving a brief vacuum.

That was the ultimate interpretation of the "Shinto Wunian Flow". The tip of the knife drooped slightly by three inches, but the moment it was unsheathed, it turned into a silver-white lightning and went straight to Ye Fan's throat.

Below the stage, the pupils of several sword masters suddenly shrank, and then all of them showed praise on their faces.

This sword strike is no longer just a simple sword technique, but a killing move that "severs cause and effect"!

Overwhelm everything with extreme speed and extreme reaction, leaving the opponent no chance to counterattack.

The corners of Inuyama He's mouth curled up slightly. His daughter had perfectly inherited the essence of his swordsmanship. Even at this moment, her speed was approaching the realm of "momentary"!

however--

Ye Fan didn't move.

His eyes remained calm, as if the blade flash before him was just a breeze. He finally raised his right hand until the blade was only an inch away from his eyebrows.

"Zheng——!"

A dark blade light suddenly exploded, and the moment the spider was unsheathed, the air in the entire hall seemed to be sucked out for a moment.

There are no fancy moves, no complicated techniques, only the purest slash - from top to bottom, like a punishment from heaven!

"clang--!!!"

The loud bang of metal clashing shattered several glass lamps, and the light in the entire hall suddenly dimmed.

The only bright thing was the knife that Ye Fan swung out. The extreme speed caused countless rays of light to continuously accelerate and reflect on it! Until the knife turned into a bright white light!

Inuyama Hidekazu's famous sword "Snow Walk" let out a mournful cry, and a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the blade.

She herself seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain, her knees slamming heavily on the wooden stage, and the floor cracked instantly!

The whole place was dead silent.

The wine glass in Inuyama He's hand shattered silently, and red wine dripped through his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

All that remained in his eyes was the dark blade light—that blade seemed to have cut through time, space, and even the very essence of victory or defeat!

He couldn't help but wonder whether the ultimate skill he was pursuing could be comparable to the sword move that Ye Fan had just demonstrated.

He pursued the ultimate Iai technique throughout his life, which emphasized extreme speed, extreme strength, and the power to cut through the cracks in time.

But Ye Fan's knife made him see a new and unprecedented possibility!

Great ingenuity is simplicity, simplifying complexity!

Chapter 81 The beauty begged me to do it again

"Your knife is too noisy."

Ye Fan slowly sheathed his knife. At the moment the Spider Sword was sheathed, the blade was still humming, as if it was savoring the exhilarating slash just now.

He looked down at Inuyama Hidekazu who was kneeling on the ground, and his voice was calm but as piercing as thunder:

"The true art of killing does not need to be fancy."

"Your swordsmanship is truly magnificent, and your speed is incredibly fast. In these respects, I truly commend you. However, our Chinese martial arts emphasize 'great skill without effort.'"

"A thousand transformations hidden in one move, a thousand murderous intentions concealed in one strike—this is what it means to 'reduce complexity to simplicity.'"

Inuyama Hidekazu gasped violently, her knuckles cracked and blood dripped down the hilt. Her eyes were no longer filled with fighting spirit, but with shock, awe, and even a hint of fanaticism.

She had never seen such a knife before!

It couldn't even be called a sword, it couldn't be called a slash, it was like the essence of slashing was revealed before his eyes.

That dazzling white light, so bright it blinded your eyes, yet it forced you to take it in. She saw in it a sword that surpassed her father's.

The ideal of life and destiny that her father had pursued collapsed in her mind, because now she had found something more worth pursuing.

She suddenly bent over, banging her forehead heavily on the wooden floor, her voice trembling but firm:

"Please... accept me as your disciple!"

Ye Fan shook his head and reached out to help her up.

"I'm not qualified to establish a sect."

His gaze passed over the crowd and looked towards the east, as if penetrating the wall and reaching that ancient land.

"If you really want to experience the true way of martial arts..."

"Go to Henan and find the old men who practice Chen-style Tai Chi. Their 'Chansi Jin' (Silk-Channel Power) will make you understand what it means to 'use a little force to move a great weight.' Go to Cangzhou and visit the successors of Bajiquan. Their 'Iron Mountain Backrest' will make you understand what it means to 'value a thousand gold for a single sound.'"

"Of course, when you go to learn, you should pay attention to whether those guys are real masters or fake masters. Most of the things nowadays are flashy and useless."

"But at least I believe you can tell the essential flavor with your level."

“True martial arts lies not in the flash of swords and sabers, but in returning to the basics.”

When Ye Fan returned the Spider Cutter to Yuan Zhisheng, no one in the entire hall dared to speak.

Inuyama He bowed deeply, his silver hair falling down, covering his violently contracted pupils.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Tachibana Masamune's smile, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup.

And the moment Gen Chisei, the young "Emperor", took over the Spider Cut, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Because he clearly felt that—

This famous sword that had been with him for many years was still humming excitedly, as if it was longing to be held in that man's hands again!

Inuyama He slowly stood up, and the cuffs of his kimono moved without wind.

He looked at Ye Fan, and his eyes no longer contained the kindness of an elder, but the sharpness of a swordsman.

"Mr. Ye." His voice was low, but with a firmness that could not be refused, "Please fight me."

Tachibana Masamune's expression suddenly froze.

——This is not in the plan!

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing Inuyama He like a knife, trying to stop the old patriarch's impulsiveness with his eyes. However, Inuyama He just looked back calmly, and the determination in his eyes said it all.

——This battle must be fought.

Ye Fan sighed and looked at Yuan Zhisheng helplessly: "Senior, can you lend me your knife again?"

Yuan Zhisheng's expression twisted subtly.

He could feel it—Spider-Cut was excited.

This famous sword that has been with him for many years now seemed to be eager to escape from his control and jump into Ye Fan's hands.

Yuan Zhisheng felt very subtle at the moment. It was like a husband who came home after a hard day's work and suddenly found that his wife loved another man more than him.

There is a unique sense of vitality as if green grassland is growing on the head.

He handed over the knife expressionlessly, but felt inexplicably depressed in his heart.

Ye Fan and Inuyama He stood on the arena again.

Inuyama He slowly drew his sword.

It was an ancient sword with a slender blade and a blade pattern like flowing water, shining coldly under the light.

"Mr. Ye," he said in a deep voice, "Please use 'Simplify Complexity' again."

"and--"