"Hello, dear Master Sukara." When the two of them were talking on the ring, Yuki Motoka first bowed deeply. Although he had never liked this deep bow-like way of saluting, he was willing to bow.

Judging from the information Takahashi received yesterday, this Master Sukal is truly worthy of being a "saint". Yagyu Motohiro asked himself that he could not do such selfless dedication. Even Yagyu Motohiro did not appreciate this attitude of life that completely resisted everything on himself.

But just like bad guys don’t like bad guys, although Yagyu Motoka does not agree with Master Sukal’s philosophy, this does not prevent him from his heart’s respect for Master Sukal from the bottom of his heart.

"Hello, young man, you are very strong, much stronger than me. Logically, I should do my best and give up and step down. However, when I get older, I will become thick-skinned. I need money, so I have to go on stage to compete with you, and ask my subordinates to show mercy."

Sukala slowly spoke this passage in broken Japanese word by word.

As he said himself, when a person gets old, he becomes thick-skinned. When he is young and energetic, Sukara will never be shameless and ask his opponent to show mercy on the ring. He will not even use broken Japanese to communicate before the game to please his opponent.

But at his current age, he has already clearly distinguished the priorities of the matter.

For him, it takes a lot of money to survive the disaster year for people in his hometown. His old face is not that important compared to the drought this year in his hometown.

Yagyu Motoka knew the reason why this master Sukara needed money, and wrote it clearly on the information he received yesterday. To be honest, if only one person could qualify in each competition area, Yagyu Motoka even considered whether he would just give up.

Fortunately, there are two qualifying in each division. Regardless of the outcome of this game, Master Sukara can basically determine who will be eliminated unless he wins Master Sukara today and loses in the next round against Master Sukara's loser - John Craun - in the next round, he will determine who will be eliminated based on the small points (number of hits).

Yuki Motokaya didn't think he would lose in the next game.

"Please rest assured, Master, I won't hurt you." Yagyu Motoka bowed again.

"Black Mask bowed to Master Sukara very politely. Judging from the pre-match dialogue between the two, it will be a very peaceful game."

"So Mr. William, can you breathe a sigh of relief?"

"Yes, Master Sukara is one of the most respected masters in the martial arts world. He can be said to be the representative of the virtues of warriors. At such an age, the master still walked onto the arena of the martial soul jury, which made me sweat for him."

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"Please return to the preparation position, two players!" The referee, who also served as the translator (although it was not useful), walked off the ring and returned to his referee's seat. The referee's seat was a platform about 1.5 meters above the location, surrounded by thick plexiglass. This was an added protection measure to prevent the player's weapons from being out of hand and accidentally injuring the referee.

On the other side of the ring, the other referee had already taken the position. The two referees nodded to each other and announced that the game had officially begun.

From both ends of the diagonal line of the square ring, Black Mask and Master Sukara entered opposite each other, while Black Mask was still holding a long sword.

Master Sukara also had a long sword in his right hand, but his left hand was holding a small shield with a diameter of about one and a half feet.

As the black mask walked forward, he put the samurai sword upright in front of him as a knife gift. Then he waved it gently, and the long sword was horizontally placed in front of his lower abdomen, turning the blade outward, and pointing slightly forward.

"The sound of Lihua* is the starting move of the 'Living Man Sword'. This black mask is good at using this sword technique that he has won the title of 'Don't Kill Black Mask'."

On the opposite side, Master Sukara had already lifted the small shield to his chest, drooped his right hand, and pointed his finger on the tip of the knife to make a standard defensive action.

"Tenur Veda originates from the fundamental classic of Brahmin sects in India. Maybe everyone is not very familiar with the name Tenur Veda. However, some of the Tenur Veda are widely circulated in India - Kararipayat, friends who are familiar with martial arts should know it."

"In India, there is a unique caste system. As the classics of Brahmanism, only the Brahmans and Kshatriyas of the upper castes can be learned, while Vaisyas and Shudra have no right to learn, so there are teaching materials like Kararipayad, which were separated and prepared separately for the lower castes."

While the commentators (including Japanese commentators, European commentators, and American commentators) were talking endlessly, the two sides on the ring had already started to fight.

On the black mask, the long sword was walking along the trend like flowing water, and it seemed that there was no intention to attack at all, but it felt like it was silent and pervasive.

Although Master Sukara is old, his movements are still vigorous and powerful.

The whole person is in one and the sword and shield in his hand. Sometimes it even makes people feel that in Master Sukara's hands, not only the shield is defending, but also the sword is defending; not only the sword is attacking, but the shield is also attacking, and there is no trace between the attack and defense transition. The sword and shield are in one trinity. The whole person advances and retreats, and moves left and right, and does not exceed three feet. The sword and shield covers only five feet in a radius, but within this range, it is like a huge reef and a big rock, which is natural.

Moreover, as the black mask's sword light spread like water, Master Sukara's sword swirled and his shield turned, and his whole body was like a thousand-year-old cliff. No matter how his sword light hits like flowing water, he opened up a piece of pure land in the tide-like sword light, and remained unmoved.

Yagyu Moto-he was practicing the "Living Man Sword". Yes, he didn't even want to win or not. Anyway, in the top 32 games, there is no time limit. Unless the two players on the stage play negatively (just not taking action), it will cause a warning from the referee.

As long as the player is in a serious fight, if the player has the endurance, it doesn’t matter if he is willing to play for a day and a night. At most, the referee can replace him or her for dinner!

Of course, there is no match in the history of the Martial Soul Tribulation, and it can play for more than an hour. After all, there are real swords and guns, and a life-and-death document has been signed. No one dares to be careless in this life-and-death duel. Not to mention fighting for an hour, even if it is an hour of confrontation, the energy consumed is amazing.

In fact, when the two sides officially fight, it is normal to decide the winner within three to five minutes.

However, Yagyu Motoka did not think that such a competition posed any threat to him, just thought it was his practice. He used the "Living Sword" along the way, like a stream flowing into a big river. Gradually, from the sword path that flowed through the flowing water and walking along the trend, he had the momentum of surging rivers and flooding everything.

Sukara was secretly surprised. Of course he knew that the boy opposite had not done his best. At least from the video of killing Angel that day, it would be fine if the phantom like a full moon came. Although it was impossible to tell the truth and the false, it was always possible to retreat.

However, the decapitation sword that was as dim as Chu Yue was really elusive. I could only see the ray of moon white left after the long sword passed by. I could not see how this sword was made at all. Such mysterious sword-cutting techniques and amazing sword speed were definitely not something I could compete with.

The black mask on the opposite side has been as fast as his own until now, but even so, Sukara feels that she is under increasing pressure.

If the opponent's sword force at the beginning of the game was like a stream in the mountains, gurgling, but the later, the opponent's sword force became stronger and stronger. Although it was not a stormy wave, it also had a boundless feeling.

It makes me feel as if I am not fighting someone, but that there are sword lights infiltrating into my own defense circle, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Look, Black Mask did not disappoint us. In this game, Black Mask showed the extremely important part of martial arts, but often overlooked - footwork.

I don't know what others think, but in my commentary career, I have never seen such a clever step method. The black mask only takes four to five steps and then swings around Master Sukara.

In this circle, through the slow-showing lens, we can see that the black mask only emitted twelve swords, which is definitely not an amazing number. However, combined with the black mask's clever footwork, the twelve swords seemed to be like a tide that flooded Master Sukara.

Ah, everyone pay attention to this knife. The black mask has already stepped obliquely behind Master Sukal, and he didn't even turn his head back!"

"But Master Sukara also showed us the strong defense of Tenurveda. He did not rotate with the black mask at all. Master Sukara's arms and body seemed to have no bone joints. At any angle, he could twist the force and easily resist all kinds of attacks from behind and on his side.

Just now, the black mask was behind Master Sukal. When the two of them were back to back, he used a backhand knife; and Master Sukal had no intention of turning around and turning back. God, his arm rolled back and sent the shield to his ribs, easily resisting this unexpected backhand knife.

I don't know how many people in the world can roll their arms back into this way. Anyway, my yoga teacher should be able to do it, but that is a teaching action that is slowly made in yoga classes. I think that if Master Sukal uses such skills in combat as he pleases, I think not many people in the world can do it.

Well, in Eastern mythology, there are often three heads and six arms. Master Sukara's previous round of resistance, although he did not have three heads (the partner next to him laughed), it really seemed that six arms were born out of thin air.

This reminds me of the most famous national treasure in India - yoga. Although Master Sukara has never been famous for his yoga, just by watching this game, you can know that Master Sukara's achievements in yoga will never be lower than those famous yoga masters."

This game has been dragged for nearly thirty minutes, and almost from the beginning, the two players have never stopped.

The black masked sword light was endless, like a surging river. I don’t know how many circles he had circled and attacked Master Sukara. In the eyes of the audience, the sword lights from all directions did not stop for half a second.

From the beginning of the fight between the two of them, Master Sukara never left the place for a half step, and kept moving attacks and defenses within a radius of three feet. Although one sword and one shield did not have much attack, at such an age, his whole body was as soft as boneless. At any angle or posture, he could move the shield out of the knife. The defense was really like a wall of iron, and from beginning to end, he did not miss a single move.

It can be said that after the two of them had fought for so long, no one hit the opponent.

The three groups of commentators present were talking about saliva flying all over the sky. Well, compared to the two on the field, perhaps these commentators were the ones with the worst water loss.

"Okay, okay, young man, stop, thank you, I admit defeat." Sukara whispered amid the sound of the ding-dangling weapons.

Sukara knew in her mind that the young man opposite was actually just accompanying him to perform on stage. After all, the audience bought tickets and each ticket was quite expensive. The black mask accompanied him to perform for a while, so that the audience would not curse themselves in the audience.

The power transmitted from my sword and shield is always a dragonfly and leaves as soon as I touch it. Otherwise, I would have lost some of my physical strength and I would not be able to support this time.

When Yagyu Motoka heard this, he slid and retreated two meters away. He smiled and held the knife with both hands, held the knife upright in front of him, and bowed.

"Referee, I admit defeat!" Master Sukara greeted the referee with a smile. As soon as he smiled, the wrinkles on his face almost covered his eyes.

"Are you sure?" This is the referee who came to the stage.

"Confirm, I'm old and I can't keep up with my physical strength." Sukara clasped her hands at the referee, but he was still holding a knife and shield, so the clasping ceremony was a bit out of shape.
Chapter completed!