Doomsday Code

Chapter 797 Broken Knife

"next."

Chen Cheng retracted his fist and brushed off the non-existent dust on his body.

The Muay Thai master who was knocked off the stage stood up, performed a Muay Thai salute, and then left, covering his chest.

"I come."

At this time, a shirtless man jumped onto the ring.

Seeing him like this, Chen Cheng chuckled and said:

"No, man, you're supposed to be a wrestler, right? Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"Skinny monkey, stop looking down on me. I can throw ten of you without weapons."

This man spoke haltingly, and you could tell he was from the north.

"It seems like there's all sorts of stuff here. Now that you're here, I'll play with you."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng took off his shirt, revealing his well-proportioned and masculine figure. Of course, Chen Cheng was not as big as the wrestler.

"Skinny monkey, watch this."

As he spoke, the wrestler rushed towards him like a bull.

"Oh, there's a bullfight."

Chen Cheng immediately wanted to dodge, but the wrestler looked reckless, but when Chen Cheng dodged, he reached out and hugged Chen Cheng's waist.

"Hahaha, skinny monkey, fall down for me."

Then the wrestler grabbed Chen Cheng's waist tightly.

If it were someone else, and he succeeded in attacking them like this, their entire abdominal cavity would probably be squeezed and deformed by his force, and they would immediately lose all strength.

"rise."

The wrestler knew that he had his waist clamped by him and could only let him do whatever he wanted. He immediately exerted force, trying to pick up Chen Cheng and then throw him heavily to the ground.

However, the next moment, even though his face turned red, Chen Cheng's body was still standing on the ground motionless.

"How's it going? Have you had enough hugs?"

Then Chen Cheng also stretched out his hands to hold the wrestler's waist, and then followed his example to hold him hard. Immediately, Chen Cheng could hear the sound of his abdominal cavity being squeezed, and at the same time, the strength holding his waist was rapidly decreasing.

"rise."

This time, Chen Cheng also said "start", and then directly picked up the wrestler and stood upside down.

Then with a bang, he fell heavily to the ground.

The wrestler who was thrown down was in a much more miserable state than the Muay Thai fighter just now. He was bleeding from his internal organs and vomiting blood from his mouth.

The staff of the Wushu Association quickly carried the wrestler down and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment.

To be honest, although this wrestler didn't have many moves and only had brute force, Chen Cheng learned a lot from him.

At least he knew what it meant to kill a girl by holding her in his arms.

Seeing Chen Cheng solve two problems in a row, the others were also a little nervous.

Even though the wrestler was defeated miserably just now, the reason he lost was entirely because Chen Cheng's physique was too abnormal. Otherwise, if an ordinary warrior was caught by him, the final outcome would be controlled by him.

After fighting with Thai boxers and wrestlers, Chen Cheng showed his powerful moves and strength. At this time, no one among the remaining people dared to say that they could defeat him with physical strength alone.

"Nakata, his taijutsu is too powerful. Now the only way to defeat him is with weapons, so you should go on stage."

Nakata drew his sword, saw the notch on the blade, and then sheathed the sword and said:

"Nakamori, go to the altar in my room and get my famous sword."

Nakamori, who was following behind Nakata, responded yes and then left the martial arts hall.

"Please wait a moment. I've asked Nakamori to get the weapons. Now I, Nakata Sasaki, will duel with you."

Nakata came on stage and bowed 90 degrees to Chen Cheng and said.

However, Chen Cheng dodged sideways and said:

"Don't be like this, or I'll be soft-hearted and your sword will be broken or not."

Then Chen Cheng looked towards the audience and said to Wu Cai:

"President Wu, I don't have any weapons with me. Can I borrow a Qi family sword from you? Today, I will use the Qi family swordsmanship to compete with this famous Japanese sword."

Chen Cheng fought his way here from the south, so naturally, in addition to his martial arts skills, he had also fought with swords, guns, sticks, and clubs.

And with his current memory, it is very easy for him to remember his opponent's moves during a battle.

"Okay, Master Bu, I'll have someone get the knife right away."

After waiting for a while, the Qi family sword that Chen Cheng wanted and the famous sword that Nakata wanted were also delivered.

Chen Cheng drew his sword from its sheath, tested its sharpness, and then pointed it at Nakata, saying:

"Today I will use my Qi family sword to cut off your famous Japanese sword."

"Please enlighten me."

Then Nakata shouted loudly, drew his sword, and chopped straight at the opponent.

Chen Cheng used the back of his knife to block Nakata's knife, then turned his wrist and slashed it across Nakata with the blade.

Because the Qi family sword is held with both hands, the strength is naturally not comparable to that of Nakata who holds the sword with one hand.

However, Nakata did not make any defense and directly slashed at Chen Cheng's abdomen.

Seeing this, Chen Cheng kicked out and put some distance between the two men.

However, in the end, a hole was left on his clothes on the abdomen.

Chen Cheng also cut off a strand of hair from Nakata's temple.

"Desperate, huh? You really think I'm afraid of you."

Chen Cheng held the handle of the knife with one hand and the back of the knife with the other, making a knife-pressing gesture, and then he also used the basic Qi family knife footwork and approached Nakata.

Nakata lowered his body, pointed the blade backward, and performed a sword-drawing technique.

With a clang, both of them drew their swords in an instant.

With a ding, the sound of the broken knife was very crisp.

Finally, Chen Cheng used the pressure knife from the Qi family sword to cut off the blade of Nakata's famous sword using the unpolished area below the belly of the sword.

At the same time, the blade of the Qi family knife also stopped at his neck. It can be said that if it was pressed down a little more, his head would fall off.

Looking at the broken blade in his hand, Nakata's eyes were full of disbelief.

"How can it be."

Nakata said with a sad and angry voice squeezed out of his throat.

His famous sword is not just a showpiece, nor is it an antique with some misleading legends. Instead, it is made of modern special alloy steel and takes a famous swordsmith several years to make.

The purpose is to solve the brittle nature of Japanese swords.

However, his knife broke today.

"When you were practicing swordsmanship, didn't your elders tell you that the Qi family swordsmanship is the nemesis of your Japanese swordsmanship? How dare you use the sword-drawing technique in front of me?"

Chen Cheng's words were like a hammer, because he had heard such warnings before, but he was a middle-aged man and believed that restraint was because the materials used to make Japanese swords at that time were not up to standard, and that he only needed to use the latest alloy materials.

Coupled with the unique skill of the Japanese sword technique Duan Dao, no sword or knife is a threat to him.

But he didn't expect that it was not only them who were making progress, but others were also making progress, while the defects in the shape of their Japanese swords still existed.

So it can be said that as long as the shape of the Japanese sword remains unchanged, the Qi family sword will be enough to keep them going for the rest of their lives.

Chen Cheng put the knife back into the sheath, then looked at Nakata and said:

"I broke your sword. Seeing how sad you look, I'm afraid it must have cost a lot of money. However, this must be an emergency during the competition, so I shouldn't have to pay you."

If Nakata asked him for compensation later, he would not be able to pay him, so Chen Cheng spoke first to shut him up with words.

But Nakata was no longer in the mood to think about paying the money. He picked up the broken blade, looked at the broken blade in his hand, and left the martial arts hall dejectedly.