People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Tsukahara Morihi did not answer, as he was the champion of the previous session.

This is a matter of course.

The pride of the Tsukahara Sword Saint family cannot be lost here.

Shen Muli stood in Zhang Benhe's training room, her punches and kicks as fast as the wind.

Zhang Benhe nodded. She was able to master the Chinese boxing that he taught her in such a short time. Her talent was indeed amazing.

Now the power of his punches and the continuity of his moves already have the style of a master.

As expected, everyone around Master Fang is not simple.

"Next." Zhang Benhe threw a pair of black tiger fingers over.

Shen Muli took it and held it in her hand to examine it.

A pair of tiger fingers made of an unknown alloy faintly emitted a dark metallic glow.

"It's a bit too big." Shen Muli put on the tiger finger, which was much larger than her hand.

"Infuse spiritual power." Zhang Benhe said.

Shenmuli's spiritual power flowed and poured into it.

The tiger finger flashed with black light, and then a stream of light covered Shen Muli's arm.

The light faded and turned into a pair of black metal arm guards.

The entire pair of arm guards were engraved with intricate patterns and glowed with flowing light.

Shenmuli's pair of white and tender arms were protected tightly.

"This was made for me by Master Fang before." Scenes of memories flashed through Zhang Benhe's eyes.

At that time, I was so lucky to meet Master Hongchen Lian.

"Forged by the master?" Shenmuli's beautiful eyes shone with surprise as she looked up and down at the pair of arm guards.

It fits tightly to your arm, and there is no hindrance whether you punch or elbow, just like your second skin.

Shen Muli held it in her arms lovingly: "But if you give it to me, what will you use it for?"

"I don't need it at my current level." Zhang Benhe smiled.

Now, my bare fists are enough to break the bones of many people on this island.

"What do you think about this Tsukahara Morihi?" Zhang Benhe asked.

"Ideas?" Shen Muli looked at Zhang Benhe in surprise, her lips curled. "Fuck you, what's there to think about? Didn't you teach me that?"

Zhang Benhe was stunned, nodded continuously and laughed.

Inside a huge alloy cage.

The two players looked at each other.

Tsukahara Morihi slowly drew out his katana and pointed it at Kamiki Rei from a distance: "Miss Kamiki Rei, why don't you surrender? I really don't want to leave any wounds on you."

"You're such a weird person. You challenged me to a duel again, and now that the fight has started, you're asking me to surrender." Shen Muli turned to look at the time on the huge electronic screen in the arena. "Hurry up, I have classes this afternoon."

After that, she took out a rubber band and tied her long wavy hair into a high ponytail.

Tsukahara Morihi sneered.

This woman, who was so ignorant of the danger, actually came to boxing dressed in sportswear without any protective gear.

He looked Shen Muli up and down.

The bulge in her tight sportswear trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her breathing.

'drink.'

Shenmu Li on the opposite side took a stance, her elastic sports pants fitting tightly around her round buttocks.

As you walk the stance, your buttocks become so tight that their curve resembles a balloon.

As the spiritual power in his hands was released, a pair of ink-colored arm guards and boxing gloves extended out, fitting tightly to his arms.

Tsukahara Morihi's eyes focused. This pair of arm guards was not simple. This Kamiki Rei was able to fight to this level. It turned out that she had some skills.

The competition begins.

Tsukahara Morihi took the lead in attacking.

[Shindang Style: Qihe Ren].

He held the samurai sword in both hands and slashed several times in the air.

Two extremely fast wave blades flew towards Shenmuli.

Shen Muli took a step forward and dodged two sword strikes, and the third sword wave blade followed to block her angle.

Shen Muli did not dodge or evade, but raised her fist and smashed, circulating her spiritual power.

The black boxing gloves hit the third knife's waving blade, easily shattering it.

Shen Muli kicked with one leg.

A 'boom' sound.

The alloy floor buried under the grass erupted with a loud noise.

Using the force of kicking, Shenmu Li approached Tsukahara Morihi at an extremely fast speed like a spring.

Tsukahara Morihi raised the samurai sword with both hands and held it across his forehead, his body slightly crouched, like a tiger waiting for its prey to fall.

When Shenmu Li got close, Tsukahara Morihi used his skills and chopped her head on with incredible swiftness.

A knife was chopped out with a whistling sound. After Shen Muli dodged sideways, it was slashed from bottom to top.

Row towards Shenmuli from an unexpected angle.

Shenmu Li turned around and kicked, hitting the back of Tsukahara Morihi's knife.

Tsukahara Morihi sneered, used the force of the kick to turn around, and came towards him with another knife.

This knife was powerful and incredibly fast.

Shen Muli crossed her fists to block the inevitable attack.

The inky metal gloves tightly clamped the katana, making a teeth-grinding friction sound on the blade.

Tsukahara Morihi let out a long breath, retracted his katana, and continued to chop with his sword.

Shen Muli was quick-eyed and quick-handed, taking on the opponent's attack.

After blocking three sword strikes in a row, this magical pair of gloves easily absorbed most of the sword force.

Shen Muli activated her spiritual power throughout her body, and pulled her fists upwards with force, shaking off the knife.

Then a side kick hit Tsukahara Morihi directly in the abdomen.

Tsukahara Morihi was kicked and took several steps back.

He was kicked by a little girl first.

For a moment, his face turned red with humiliation.

[Xindangliu: heavy rain].

Holding the knife with both hands, the knife light quickly shattered into countless knife flowers.

They all floated towards Shenmuli's vital parts.

Shen Muli opened her fists wide.

A move of [random interception].

His fists were waving like flying.

Crackling.

Like shooting birds with a volley of guns, he shattered the knife flowers one after another.

Before Tsukahara Morihisa could launch a move, Kamiki Rei kicked out with her long legs.

Tsukahara Morihi gripped the katana tightly in both hands, staring at the rapidly approaching kick and trying to block it hastily.

【Sparrow Dragon】.

Shenmu Li let out a delicate cry, and swung her long legs to avoid the samurai sword's defense. She kicked upwards diagonally, found a loophole and hit Tsukahara Morihi's chin.

A stream of blood flowed out of Tsukahara Morihi's mouth and his body flew high into the sky.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground and could no longer control his falling momentum in the air, Tsukahara Morihi swung his samurai sword.

【New Flow: Sparrow Rebellion】

With the power of the sword, he jumped up and landed steadily on the ground.

"Bagayalu, Shenmuli, you are looking for death." Tsukahara Mori's face was covered in blood, and two of his teeth had fallen out. His originally handsome face was now ferocious.

[Secret Technique: Ichi no Tachi]

The katana drew a circle in the air.

Along with the shadow of the knife, a dazzling circular halo appeared and then disappeared immediately.

A black halo appeared behind Shen Muli, quickly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy, and with the loss of spiritual energy, it firmly imprisoned Shen Muli.

"Go to hell." Tsukahara Morihi gripped the samurai sword with both hands and stabbed forward.

Both the man and the knife disappeared in an instant.

Then a black light appeared and flashed across the space, appearing in front of Shen Muli in an instant and stabbing her neck.

Shen Muli's heaven and earth meridians started to operate, and the spiritual energy that bound her surroundings directly entered the heaven and earth meridians.

Suddenly the confinement disappeared.

He clasped his fists together and the spiritual power in his body surged, concentrating it in his fists and shooting it towards the black hammer that was stabbing at him.

【Bengbu】.

'Clang.'

The black light was knocked away by Shenmuli's arm guard, and the blade of the samurai sword appeared in the air. Then, with a "clang", the blade broke into pieces.

And Tsukahara Morihi fell out from the black light.

【Iron Mountain Lean】.

Shen Muli relies entirely on the strength of her waist, maximizing the strength of her waist, abdomen and back within the shortest distance, while the spiritual power in her body flows through her shoulders.

Then the small body took a step forward, and before Tsukahara Morihi landed on the ground, her shoulders hit his chest.

A simple attack, a solid collision with the shoulder.

Tsukahara Morihi's chest felt like it was hit by a huge hammer, his whole body was thrown into the air, and his sternum made a crackling sound.

Ha-Do-ken.

Shen Muli followed up with both fists in the air and a wave punch flew out.

Just like shooting a frisbee, he punched Tsukahara Morihi again in the air.

Tsukahara Morihi fell to the ground like a piece of rag, and his life or death was unknown.

"Bold."

A white light flashed from the stands, slashing towards Shen Muli with unmatched sword force.

Shen Muli was about to dodge, but the unparalleled sword force carried a huge spiritual pressure, which made her heart tremble and her body numb, and she stayed where she was.

"Master." Shen Muli's pupils stared at the rapidly approaching white light. Her last thought was about Fang Zuo. She closed her eyes in grievance: "I'm going to die."

A huge fist flew out at a speed faster than the speed of sound, hitting the white light accurately and smashing it to pieces.

"Zhang Benhe, are you going to stop me?" An old man wearing samurai clothes and with his silver hair tied up stood up in the audience.

"Tsukahara Xuanniao, are you looking for death?" Zhang Benhe put his hands behind his back and walked out of the lounge slowly: "If you want to die, I will grant you your wish."

"Who is she to you? Are you going against our Tsukahara family for her?" Tsukahara Xuanniao didn't dare to respond and asked in a low voice.

"It's not your turn to ask who she is. Let me ask you again, are you looking for death?" Zhang Benhe said lightly.

"Zhang Benhe, don't be so arrogant. The head of the family will come to find you when he comes out of seclusion." Tsukahara Xuanniao snorted coldly and turned to leave.