The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 101 Three Swords
"Chen Long?"

I was a little surprised when I saw the short, big-nosed guy in the crowd. But when I looked closer, wow, he was a Hong Kong martial arts star.

"Tang Bei has arrived, everyone please make way."

The senior member Mai Baochan, who had been squeezed to the side, quickly called out.

"Make way, make way!" Chen Long shouted.

"Oh, what a coincidence, are you filming here today?" Tang Bei asked curiously as he went out.

“Master Tang, we’re here to support you,” Zhen Zidan exclaimed.

But that wasn't actually the case. They were just curious and came to watch the excitement, mainly because of Siegel. However, he knew that if he didn't say that, he probably wouldn't be able to get in today and would have made a wasted trip.

"Yep."

Chen Long and others echoed his sentiments.

In this day and age, most of these Hong Kong stars look down on the mainland and despise mainlanders, but they don't care about that in order to get into the Tien Sin Dojo.

"Support me? Haha!"

Tang Bei didn't bother to ask if it was true or not, just smiled indifferently, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Masters, please!"

"please!"

"please!"

The crowd parted to make way for Tang Bei, who then followed.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Tenshin Dojo, several Japanese samurai stood in the way.

When they saw Tang Bei arrive, one of them quickly pushed open the door and went inside, while the other warriors stared at Tang Bei with hostile eyes.

"Don, Siegel declined the interview, what about you?" Annelies asked expectantly.

"It's almost 10 o'clock. Three questions."

Tang Bei checked the time; there were still three minutes left, so he agreed.

Anneliese was very happy, as were the other reporters, and they immediately asked all sorts of questions, making the scene quite chaotic.

Tang Bei quickly stopped him, saying, "Why don't we let this lady ask? You've already wasted half a minute."

Annelies asked excitedly, "Don, do you have any grudge against Siegel? What's your motive for challenging us? Are you confident you can win?"

"I have no personal grudge against him."

"As for my motivation, I just wanted to see who has better kung fu, mine or his."

"I am confident about winning or losing."

Anlis was about to ask another question when Tang Bei declined, saying, "Madam, we agreed on three questions, and you've asked them all. The interview is over."

"what?"

Annelies was indignant. It was clearly one question, so why were there three?

Tang Bei stepped forward, not even glancing at the warriors, and loudly proclaimed in Mandarin, "Tang Bei has come to visit the Tianxin Dojo."

Soon, the doors opened, revealing the main hall of the Tianxin Dojo. Steven Siegel stood in the center, surrounded by his supporters.

Tang Bei glanced around and saw a lot of Hollywood stars. He was a little surprised to see Michael Jordan, Karl Malone, Oakley, Mason Jr., and O'Neal. What were these guys doing here?
At this moment, several warriors made way, and Tang Bei entered the gate, followed by John Liu and Eric Fleischer, but Chen Long and his group of reporters were blocked by several warriors again.

"Hey, Master Tang?" Chen Long called out quickly.

Tang Bei glanced back, then turned to Steven Siegel and said, "They're my men. Does Tianxin Dojo want us to break in?"

"Crack, click, click..."

A group of reporters seized the opportunity to take photos like crazy, and photographers from several television stations also began to take pictures.

"Invite them in."

Faced with Tang Bei, this unwelcome guest, Steven Siegel said with a gloomy expression.

"Honestly, these bastards are so stingy. Today I support Tang Bei."

"Siegel is definitely going to lose, he's doomed."

"Tang Bei, I bet you'll win."

Chen Long and his group, who had originally come to watch the spectacle, now stood firmly behind Tang Bei.

"That bastard Siegel is doomed to lose."

"God bless Tang!"

"I hope the Tianxin Taoist Temple will be shut down."

Anlis and her reporters also rushed in. There were so many people that the few samurai dared not make a move and could not stop them at all.

Steven Siegel gritted his teeth. Today, he could only win, not lose. Otherwise, with so many reporters present, if he lost, everything would be over.

Tang Bei stood five steps away from Steven Siegel, facing the cold stares of dozens of Japanese martial arts masters, remaining calm and unfazed.

He noticed a young Japanese man in the martial arts group who was full of energy and spirit, with a straight back like a handle and a sharp edge.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Mr. Siegel, when you're a guest, should we follow the host's lead, swordsmanship or fists and feet?"

Faced with Tang Bei's assertiveness, Steven Siegel's eyes twitched, and he said coldly, "Let me first learn your swordsmanship."

"it is good."

Tang Bei stepped back a few paces, and John Liu quickly opened his suitcase and began to equip Tang Bei with kendo protective gear.

Anthony Mason jumped out and shouted, "Don, you're doomed!"

Tang Bei glanced at Little Mason and said, "I don't care about the date. After we finish fighting at the Heavenly Heart Dojo, how about we use this place for another match?"

Mason's face twitched. He rubbed his stomach, stepped behind Oakley, and whispered, "Boss, you go first. I support you."

"My bones haven't even healed from the broken ones he hit me, are you telling me to go up there and die?"

Oakley cursed under his breath, feeling an urge to elbow the troublemaking Mason to death. He muttered, "You idiot, I'm going to suggest the team trade you to the Heat."

"what?"

Mason's face changed drastically. "Damn Oakley, do you want my life?"

He immediately urged, "Boss, you got beaten up badly by him, you broke two bones, you have to go, otherwise how will you face anyone in the NBA? I'll despise you."

Oakley cursed inwardly, "Damn Mason, do you want my life?"
At this moment, a middle-aged Japanese man stepped forward, bowed ninety degrees to the reporters, and then said in English:

"Gentlemen, taking photos during the martial arts competition is prohibited as it will interfere with the competition. Please put your cameras away, otherwise I will have to ask you to leave the dojo."

After some negotiation, the reporters, including several television stations, had no choice but to stop taking photos and videos.

The Japanese were familiar with the nature of reporters, so they specially arranged for several samurai to stand guard and supervise the reporters to prevent them from paying lip service.

A few minutes later, the two men were fully equipped, holding longswords, and stood facing each other three meters apart.

The atmosphere at the Tianxin Dojo became tense. In the silence, everyone could hear their own breathing and heartbeat.

Whether it was Hung Ching-po, Hong Kong stars like Chan Lung and Donnie Yen, or Hollywood action stars like Schwarzenegger, they were all a little nervous.

"Hold!"

The presiding judge gave the order to prepare.

In deep thought, the two exchanged sword salutes before engaging in battle.

Steven Siegel studied the Hokushin Ittō-ryū style, which emphasizes the instantaneous unity of mind, strength, and power. It requires swordsmen to achieve three things at a moment: mind, eyes, and power, instantly reaching the optimal combat state.

"No problem, I'll just treat it like a movie shoot, calming my mind and focusing my energy..."

He slowly closed his eyes, clearing his mind of distractions and focusing his attention.

"Go."

The presiding judge called out the command to begin.

"ah!"

Steven Siegel opened his eyes and shouted, taking a large step forward, gripping his sword with both hands, and slashed diagonally from left to right and from top to bottom.

Wanting to overwhelm his opponent and gain the upper hand in the duel, he abandoned his cautious fighting style and adopted an extremely fierce one.

This sword strike was extremely fierce and swift.

This shout sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers, making their hearts pound and their scalps tingle.

Raise your sword!

Tang Bei didn't have that many tricks up his sleeve; he simply flicked the bamboo sword guarding the middle gate to the right.

The flick landed on the tip of the sword.

"Snapped!"

Steven Siegel's seemingly powerful sword strike was deflected far away, leaving his defenses wide open.

"what?"

When the sword was deflected, Steven Siegel felt a jolt in his hands. Had he not been holding the sword with both hands, the hilt might have slipped from his grasp. He was greatly alarmed.

This was Tang Bei's talent; a casual sword strike was more powerful and faster than anyone else's full-force strike. "How is this possible?"

This sword strike not only terrified Siegel, whose center was wide open, but also terrified the swordsmen in the Japanese martial arts group, including Masahiro Miyazaki.

"The sword speed is so fast! The sword power is so great!"

This sword strike sent a chill down Miyazaki Masahiro's spine, because even he might not have been able to block it.

"That's it?"

Tang Bei tested it and found that the tip of Siegel's sword had no power at all.

What does this show? It shows that Siegel's kendo is ineffective. It looks impressive, but it's just a show, a paper tiger.

Regardless of the style of swordsmanship, the basic skills are similar. The most fundamental point is to train the power to reach the sword body, and the higher level is to concentrate the power at the tip of the sword.

Siegel's power did not reach the tip of the sword at all; the tip was powerless, and his entire strength could not be channeled to the tip.

This one sword strike made him realize the true level of Siegel's swordsmanship—trash!
Rapier!

In the next instant, he strode forward and thrust his sword into the man's right eye.

This sword strike possesses both majestic power and swiftness, with overwhelming killing intent and unstoppable momentum.

A flick and a thrust, extremely simple—this is his swordsmanship style, a manifestation of fundamental skills.

"What a sword!"

Miyazaki Masahiro held his breath. Even though he was just watching, this sword strike made him feel threatened, extremely threatened.

Having lost the initiative, Siegel saw Tang Bei thrust his sword at him with incredible speed and force. Overwhelmed by the sword's momentum, he panicked and hastily swung his sword to parry.

A parrying sword should be as strong and unbreakable as an iron chain across a river.

But this sword strike had already lost its rhythm.

"Completely lacking in courage!"

Upon seeing Siegel's sword strike, Tang Bei realized that this man had never even practiced sword courage.

"It's over!"

At the same time, seeing Siegel's panicked response, Miyazaki Masahiro knew he was going to lose.

Point the sword!

Before the sword strike was finished, Tang Bei's arm remained still, but his wrist suddenly flicked downwards, and the tip of the sword instantly sliced ​​into Siegel's right wrist.

He gave up on stabbing the right eye because there was a metal mask on the face, and the bamboo sword was too thick to penetrate and cause any damage.

The wrists are different; they are only protected by gloves, so their defensive capabilities are certainly not as good as those of the mask. With the power of his sword strikes, they can cause damage.

"what!"

Steven Siegel cried out in pain, the bamboo splinter fell to the ground, and he retreated hastily, clutching his right wrist.

"Left Hit!"

The presiding judge shouted the verdict: "The left side has been hit."

"Oh!"

Hollywood stars, Hong Kong celebrities, and reporters who were watching the spectacle exclaimed in surprise.

"A sword?"

Zhen Zidan was stunned, somewhat unsure whether Tang Bei was truly capable of fighting. He didn't understand swordsmanship and couldn't discern the meaning behind this strike.

"This guy has real kung fu skills?" Chen Long was equally astonished.

Jordan, O'Neal, Oakley, and others were equally stunned. They came to see Tang Bei make a fool of himself, but they didn't expect this outcome.

"You beast! You've completely disgraced the Hokushin Itto-ryu school of martial arts! You should commit seppuku!"

"Damn it! He couldn't even block a single sword strike. What kind of rubbish swordsmanship does he practice?"

"Excrement, the Heavenly Heart Dojo has no reason to exist anymore."

Meanwhile, the Japanese martial arts group of fifty or sixty people started cursing with the most vulgar language.

"Crack, click, click..."

Chaos erupted as reporters seized the opportunity to take out their cameras and start snapping away, while television cameramen also began filming. The few samurai were overwhelmed and unable to control the situation.

Steven Siegel was now deathly pale. He took off his gloves, revealing a swollen line on his right wrist, which was extremely painful to the touch.

"How is this possible? I've cultivated for so many years, how could I not even block a single sword strike? Why can't I even block one sword strike? Why?"

At this moment, Siegel lost all his Daoist convictions and his mind collapsed.

An experienced fencing referee came over and examined Siegel's right wrist, exclaiming in shock, "His wrist bone must be fractured."

"what?"

"With gloves on, how could he have his bones fractured by a bamboo sword? How is that possible?"

With just one sword strike, Tang Bei was able to sever the wrist bone protected by a glove, which greatly shocked the members of the martial arts team.

Even the few elders who are hailed as giants of Japanese Kendo, when they usually promote and practice swordsmanship, only use real swords to cut paper and wooden sticks; they do not possess such Kendo skills.

This is still a bamboo sword; what if it were a real sword?

Zhou Bili and Chen Long both speak some Japanese, and upon hearing that Steven Siegel had a fractured wrist, they were surprised and told the others.

"so smart?"

Zhen Zidan's jaw almost dropped. Tang Bei's sword strike that slashed at Siegel's wrist was so fast that he barely saw it.

Tang Bei stepped on the bamboo sword that Siegel had dropped on the floor and said with a regretful expression, "I used three swords in total. If I hadn't used protective gear, even with a bamboo sword, I could have killed you with the second sword."

"With skills like that, how dare you open a temple? You're misleading students!"

At this point, he glanced sideways at the Japanese martial arts group and said with utter contempt, "Japanese swordsmanship is nothing special, utterly pathetic."

"idiot!"

"You bastard, I challenge you to a duel!"

Where is my sword?

The group of people from the Japanese martial arts group were instantly in an uproar.

Tang Bei pointed his sword at the group of martial arts masters, and his surging momentum and powerful pressure instantly silenced the fifty or sixty Japanese martial arts masters.

They weren't fools. Siegel, despite wearing protective gear, had his bones broken by a single sword strike. If they went up against him, they would only add to his winning streak.

The fact that the Japanese martial arts world they represented could be defeated by Tang Bei alone is an outcome they cannot bear.

That sword strike just now had already chilled their hearts.

Those celebrities couldn't see the significance of that sword strike, but some of them could see its power, such as the Japanese swordsmanship god, Masahiro Miyazaki.

"Miyazaki?"

"Miyazaki-kun?"

Everyone in the martial arts group looked at the young man in his thirties in the middle of them.

“Today is not the time, and you should not go up there and humiliate yourselves.” Miyazaki Masahiro’s expression was solemn as he stopped many of his companions who wanted to make a move.

Born in 63, he is 170 cm tall and almost thirty years old. He is at the peak of his mental and physical strength. He is a professional Japanese kendo athlete who has won the All-Japan Kendo Championship six times, an unprecedented achievement. He is the strongest kendo master in contemporary Japan, integrating multiple kendo styles, and is known as the God of Sword and the God of War.

Due to his limited talent, he invented a method of punching his left fist into his right wrist to accelerate the swing of his wrist, but this caused significant damage to his wrist.

He had seen Tang Bei's sword strike and felt envious.

Tang Bei's wrist was at least twice as thick as his, and his speed and power in swinging his sword far exceeded his, which is why he was able to cleave Siegel's wrist bone with a single strike.

That sword strike was terrifying in his eyes.

He didn't have the wrist strength or the power and speed to swing his sword, so he had to create the trick of punching with his left fist and using his right wrist.

But he knew very well that it was just a trick, and even if he used the shortcut of punching with his left fist and using his right wrist, he still couldn't unleash that sword strike.

It was precisely because he recognized Tang Bei's extraordinary talent and swordsmanship that he stopped the others from rushing forward to attack.

As for himself, he didn't want to come at all. He had no connection with Siegel, but he had to come at the invitation of a few like-minded people, so he was not mentally prepared to fight and could not participate.

Simply put, he had no confidence in defeating Tang Bei.

With Tang Bei's strength and sword speed, he could easily deflect Tang Bei's sword with a single strike, and then strike directly at Tang Bei's center with a second strike, just as easily as he had defeated Siegel earlier.

"Talent, this is talent?"

Thinking of this, he became extremely jealous of Tang Bei's talent.

As for fistfights, Tang Bei, who is as big as 193 cm tall, can give it a shot, but those of them who are around 1.67 meters tall have no need to even try.

They knew perfectly well that they were only asking for humiliation. Tang Bei was standing there letting them fall, and they couldn't move him.

This was extremely humiliating for them, but they had to swallow it down until they found someone who could rival Tang Bei.

It's just the collapse of one Tenshin Dojo, and Steven Siegel is an American who can't truly represent Japanese martial arts, so they can accept this outcome.

(End of this chapter)