Opening an office in Taila

The venue was silent, with only the sound of Song Yufeng swinging his knife and chopping the wooden boards.

After all, Song Yufeng couldn't chop the wall without damaging the knife at the same time. Therefore, in order not to damage the knife, Grandpa Xiao chose to use a wooden board as Song Yufeng's training target.

It should be said that Song Yufeng is very talented. Old Master Xiao was even a little surprised by this terrifying talent.

After watching it once and practicing it five times, Song Yufeng could only perform the movements. After watching Grandpa Xiao demonstrate it twice and practicing it ten times, Song Yufeng was able to form a basic attack system. After a few more times, Song Yufeng's steps and sword moves had become very regular. Apart from Grandpa Xiao himself, Song Yufeng was the fastest person to reach this stage. Even his father, his son, and all the so-called geniuses he had ever seen were not as fast as him.

At that moment, a light flashed in Old Man Xiao's eyes. He naturally didn't want this set of 8-style peerless sword techniques to follow him into the coffin. He was old and didn't have much time left. So far, no one had been able to learn all of this set of sword techniques. The most one had learned was only 3 styles. However, Song Yufeng gave him hope. If he continued at this rate, maybe...

While Grandpa Xiao was thinking, Song Yufeng had already completed a combo. Although it was not as outrageous as Grandpa Xiao's, it could still cause four or five cuts in one combo.

"Master Xiao, this sword technique is indeed superb. The footwork and chopping complement each other. The attack is powerful and the defense is tight. It's really amazing."

"Song Yufeng, you know, this is just the basics of the basics of my swordsmanship."

"Not even the first form?"

Old Man Xiao nodded in affirmation. "Only after you've mastered these basics can you practice the first move. Logically, you should practice the basics more, but you're about to fight your next match, so I'll demonstrate the first move for you right now. Watch carefully while I show you." Old Man Xiao clenched the wooden sword in his hand. The next second, the sword was retracted, and the tree in front of Song Yufeng was already covered with cut marks from beginning to end. There were at least thousands of them, if not tens of thousands. And the wooden sword remained intact.

Song Yufeng didn't even see clearly how Mr. Xiao made his move.

"Remember, the most important thing about this move is speed! Among all martial arts in the world, speed is the only thing that cannot be defeated. As long as you are extremely fast, no one can be your opponent. This move will not cause fatal injuries to the opponent. It will just make a few more cuts on their body. But as long as you apply a little more force, their death will be a piece of cake." Old Man Xiao gently pushed the tree with his finger, and the tree fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"The entire sword technique is called 'Using Martial Arts to Stop War,' and consists of eight moves. This is only the first, called 'External Thousand Injuries.' It's not primarily aimed at killing, but primarily at injuring the enemy's skin, creating immense psychological pressure to stop the fight. Of course, if the opponent still refuses to listen, then use the move again, adding a little more force, to guarantee their immediate death."

"This knife technique is really cruel." Song Yufeng said embarrassedly.

"I think you definitely won't be able to learn it, so you need to undergo special training. This is just a warning to you, Song Yufeng. You have talent, don't waste it. Come to me after the competition." After saying that, Grandpa Xiao turned around and left.

At this time, the sun was setting outside, and by 8 o'clock in the evening, today's game would be over.

"Number 8! Song Yufeng!" the host shouted.

When Song Yufeng heard it, he immediately put away his knife and ran outside. When Song Yufeng ran onto the ring, he found that his enemy was actually the female killer who used the knife.

What you fear will come true. This woman just restrained herself. Song Yufeng's knife was too slow. Even after that short period of training, he only achieved limited improvement and was far from comparable to this woman.

Try to slow down this guy's combat pace.

Song Yufeng clenched the knife in his hand. He knew that Mr. Xiao was also looking at him, and suddenly felt a little nervous. "Mr. Song, I am not very talented. Please give me some advice."

The woman spoke first, Song Yufeng nodded, and then drew out his long sword.

"Hey, Mr. Song, can't you let me introduce myself?"

"You go on. I'm listening."

"How cold! My name is Mo Yuxi, and I'm an assassin from the Shadow Gate. The heroic swordsmanship you used before made me feel conquered even by my body." As she spoke, she made a pretentious gesture.

"Are all the people in your Shadow Sect like you? That's really interesting. I think you're asking for trouble. I'll ask some refugees who have escaped from Colombia to come to your sect someday. Please treat them well." Song Yufeng said with a smile.

Mo Yuxi's expression immediately darkened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Song! I'm speaking to you kindly. Honestly, Mr. Song, your sword is too slow. No matter how powerful your attack is, it won't hurt me. If you surrender now, your fate might be better than the last two enemies I encountered. Otherwise, you'll be dead too."

"Ms. Mo, I think you've made a mistake. Your strength isn't top-notch. To be honest, you are the challenger."

"You bastard..." Mo Yuxi cursed, then quickly rushed towards Song Yufeng. Song Yufeng did not hesitate, but immediately released a wall of fire, and then unsheathed the Golden Crow Sun Wheel Sword. It was obvious that Mo Yuxi did not rush into the wall of fire, but chose to wait outside.

Song Yufeng was not in a hurry. This wall of fire could only last for five minutes at most. As long as he could use the high temperature to consume the opponent's physical strength and slow down the opponent's offensive rhythm, the opponent would naturally show a flaw at that time.

Five minutes later, the wall of fire slowly dissipated, and then Mo Yuxi rushed up with a grim smile. Song Yufeng immediately inserted the knife into the arena. This was his hidden move. This move caused flames to rise all around, forcing Mo Yuxi to dodge everywhere in a panic. However, this move was also very exhausting to him, and the flames were still burning his clothes. Once the clothes were burned, the next step would be to burn his flesh.

And there is a worse point, that is, his source stone is almost used up. Once the source stone is used up, he will naturally not be able to use this move.

This situation lasted for ten minutes until Song Yufeng was exhausted and the flames slowly faded away.

Although many of Mo Yuxi's clothes were burned and she was covered in dust, she at least still had the strength to attack. Her hatred for Song Yufeng was so strong that she wished she could cut him into pieces.

Mo Yuxi rushed up again, but this time, Song Yufeng could only block part of the attack with his knife, and several stabs still injured him.

Just when Mo Yuxi thought she had won, Song Yufeng suddenly put away his long sword and then fought against her knife with his bare hands.

"Is this guy crazy?" This was not only her inner thought, but also the thought of most of the audience. However, the next second, everyone saw that the knife shattered into several pieces the moment it collided with Song Yufeng's fist, and then the fist hit her face hard, knocking her out.

Everyone present couldn't believe their eyes.

How is this possible?

"Mo Yuxi, your biggest mistake is that you thought it was this sword that gave me strength, but in fact, it was me who gave the sword strength. My own strength is also very terrifying." Because he put away the long sword and was no longer restricted by the weight of the long sword, his speed increased rapidly. Although his attack power decreased, it was enough to face Mo Yuxi. He actually fought with her to a draw for a while.

Gradually, the sun has set and the moon has risen.

Song Yufeng's powerful fighting ability made Mo Yuxi retreat repeatedly. If he hit her a few more times, she would probably be beaten to death by Song Yufeng.

Of course, Song Yufeng’s boxing skills are just a few moves used in the army, and more of it is his own terrifying strength.

Ah, the numbers.

"Hehehe, Song Yufeng, you really exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect that you are so powerful. But you made a mistake. You didn't defeat me immediately, but dragged it on until night. Night is our Shadow Gate's home court!" Mo Yuxi said crazily, and then her eyes turned green. The whole person was like a cat, pouncing on Song Yufeng with faster and more powerful speed and strength.

Song Yufeng was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the ground. It seemed that Song Yufeng's defeat was inevitable.

"Do you have anything to say before you die?" Mo Yuxi asked with a smile, placing another dagger on Song Yufeng's neck.

"Well, Mo Yuxi, sometimes I'm a little curious. Where do you get your confidence from? Why do you think I'm going to die? Don't you think the moon is beautiful tonight?" Song Yufeng's confident smile and strange words frightened Mo Yuxi. She immediately decided to kill Song Yufeng quickly. However, the next second, a cold light came first, and she subconsciously rolled backwards, but her neck was still scratched with blood. If she was half a second later, she would be completely finished.

She looked at Song Yufeng in fear, but Song Yufeng had already stood up.

In his hand, he held a long sword emitting white light, as if it were the projection of the moon in the sky on earth.

"Excuse me, night is also my home turf."