Opening an office in Taila

When I returned to the ring, I saw a soldier coming towards me.

The soldier saluted him first, then said, "Mr. Song, I am Yang Dingbang, a soldier from the Northern Military Region. I saw your martial arts skills during the competition just now, and I can't wait to compete with you!"

"I can't wait to get to the finals, so come on."

Coincidentally, this guy's number is 24, and his is 8. Well, this number reminds Song Yufeng of an old friend.

"I'm sorry!" Yang Dingbang raised his long sword and stepped forward. Song Yufeng immediately drew his sword to block, then swung his sword and thrust forward. Yang Dingbang immediately saw through the attack and blocked it with his long sword. By then, both of them realized, damn, they were both from the military, so their swordsmanship was the same, there was no way to break it!

But this was a feast for the eyes of the audience. The two men's sword fighting made people shout that it was wonderful.

Of course, unless Song Yufeng immediately used his super brute force, he would probably be able to defeat this guy with one move. Gradually, Song Yufeng gradually discovered why this guy was able to defeat his opponent in the first round. He was too academic. Every move of his, every swing of the sword, was extremely standard, just like a machine. No matter how the attack came, he could almost block it all. His reaction speed was too fast.

Unfortunately, Song Yufeng did not intend to waste too much time with him. After retreating for a distance, Song Yufeng directly opened the fire wall, and then the Golden Crow Sun Wheel Sword burst out with a powerful light. The long sword slashed down, and Yang Dingbang did not hesitate. He dodged to the right, and then the long sword thrust out. Song Yufeng immediately swung the sword to defend and blocked the sword. Song Yufeng turned around and slashed, and the long sword almost cut his neck.

"Haha, Song Yufeng, your sword moves are really scary. I admit defeat. I am no match for you." Yang Dingbang smiled with relief. This is what it means when you are not as skilled as others.

The audience cheered continuously, after all, the duel between the two previous players was indeed exciting.

At this moment, Song Yufeng had only one thought in his mind: man! What can I say? Dingbang out!

Before leaving the stage, Yang Dingbang ran over to Song Yufeng and asked a question, "Mr. Song, I'm not very good at speaking. I wonder how you learned to curse so well? What level of skill have you reached in the art of cursing?"

Song Yufeng laughed in his heart: If you want to know how bad the bad mouth is, Zuan has had parents for eight years.

But he still said: "Yang Dingbang, it's actually very simple. As long as you don't have parents, the moment you start arguing with others, you have already won."

Yang Dingbang: “?”

"If all else fails, then take action. When you call someone a ctm, then you actually ctm them. That way, when you call them a ctm, they'll really break down because they've been fucked."

Yang Dingbang: “???”

After Song Yufeng's careful teaching, Yang Dingbang left with a face full of question marks. Although he didn't know how much he had learned, he knew that he had already taught him and answered his questions. The master only leads the way, but the practice depends on the individual. It depends on how much he can understand.

Song Yufeng walked off the stage and bumped into Mr. Xiao. He immediately asked, "Mr. Xiao, what do you think of my performance?"

Mr. Xiao thought for a moment, then said, "A pile of shit."

Song Yufeng was instantly struck by lightning, "Mr. Xiao, can you please not be so blunt with your words?"

"There's nothing wrong with being straightforward, Song Yufeng. My competition is about to start. You didn't seem to see my competition just now. Watch carefully and see what real swordsmanship is." Then Grandpa Xiao walked straight forward.

It's strange. Mr. Xiao is obviously a very humble person, but why is he so arrogant in front of me? Is it because he is still angry about my behavior?

Oh my god, it’s too bad to have a feud with such a big shot.

Forget it, let’s not think about it for now. Now it’s Mr. Xiao’s game time, I’ll just watch it from the side.

Song Yufeng came to the audience stand and watched Mr. Xiao's every move carefully. Opposite him was a weak little girl. Probably because Mr. Xiao's performance last time was too terrifying, the girl was trembling the whole time. When Mr. Xiao put his hand on the knife, the girl was so scared that she collapsed to the ground and raised her hands in surrender.

This...this is where I learn about the market.

Mr. Xiao shook his head and walked back to the contestants' lounge.

Song Yufeng quickly found Mr. Xiao and asked, "No, Mr. Xiao, what should I learn from this?"

"What you need to learn is how to defeat the enemy without fighting. Have you learned it?"

"Well, maybe." Song Yufeng said speechlessly, then slowly walked away.

Song Yufeng didn't watch much of the following matches, but there were a few guys who caught his attention, such as a woman dressed maturely and sexy, who looked like a killer. The two guys she had fought with were already dead. There was also a soldier who looked extremely strong, and his sword skills were particularly cool. There was also another one who seemed to be a swordsman from the East, who looked quite powerful.

In short, there are quite a few powerful guys in this game.

If I run into this group of guys next time, what are my chances of winning? It's hard to say about the female killer. After all, she is too fast, and I move slowly when using my skills, so I am likely to be restrained. Apart from that, as long as I don't run into Old Man Xiao, there will probably be no problem.

During this period, Song Yufeng was not idle either. He was arguing with the audience and some people in the lounge. There was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it was because of the previous competition that his reputation was too bad, causing countless players and audiences to scold him. In this way, Song Yufeng had no choice but to launch a self-defense counterattack.

After some oral gymnastics, Song Yufeng was a little tired, so he simply ignored the group of guys and ran to find Mr. Xiao. This way, the group of guys didn't dare to scold him.

Old Master Xiao glanced at Song Yufeng and said, "You really know how to find a place."

"I have no choice, Mr. Xiao. Actually, I didn't mean to curse you. I was just forced to participate in the competition, and because of all the dissatisfaction in my heart, I came up with this trick."

"Oh? There's such a thing? Who forced you to participate?"

"Old Master."

Mr. Xiao's expression froze, and then he said: "I think I know who you are. You are the guy who killed the imperial guards at Longmen."

"Yes! It's me!" said Song Yufeng.

"Well, I didn't expect that at your young age, you could already kill the Imperial Guards. However, judging by your strength, it seems that you still have some hidden power."

This is true. After all, I haven't used the strongest form of the Golden Crow Sun Blade yet.

"If that's the case, then I can understand. I know a little bit about face reading, and you don't look like a vicious person. I even thought I was mistaken," said Old Man Xiao. He stroked his beard and said, "To be honest, Mr. Song only knows the general military tactics, but he has such strength. If he receives systematic professional training, I'm afraid his future is limitless."

"It's a pity that there is no suitable teacher."

"If you don't mind, I can teach you a few moves."

"Really?!" Song Yufeng said excitedly.

"But it's limited to just one or two moves. Sir, please follow me." Song Yufeng obediently followed Old Man Xiao to a vacant place.

"I'll demonstrate it a few times. As for how much you can understand, it depends on you." Old Master Xiao didn't draw his sword, but just picked up a wooden stick. Then he tilted his body slightly, and then made a thrust, and then chopped out with the wooden stick in succession, the speed was almost fast enough to leave an afterimage.

When Song Yufeng looked closely, he found that the wall was covered with dense cracks, but the wooden stick he picked up was completely intact.

This... is such a superb technique.

"When I'm swinging, my steps also change accordingly. Simply put, whichever direction I swing the sword, my steps should move in the opposite direction. Only by constantly moving can I prevent the opponent from easily attacking me, and I can also strike them more easily. Also, I can't relax my speed and force. When thrusting, concentrate your strength on the tip of the sword. When chopping, distribute your strength throughout the sword, not just in your hand."

The tip of the knife, the whole knife... Song Yufeng closed his eyes, carefully comprehended it, and then began to learn this move.