I Have A Dual World Seal-Chapter 610: Ring-Headed Saber vs. Samurai Saber

"So awesome!"

Zhao Xiaodao only felt his heart spirit swaying. He looked around at everyone's actions, then took out his phone and turned on the recording mode.

Meanwhile, with Lu Zheng's appearance, photographers from both sides focused their spirits, turned on their cameras, and started working.

Only Lin Wan, holding the 28-kilogram Bright Silver Coiling Dragon Spear with one hand, looked at Lu Zheng showing off with a playful smile, somewhat envious.

Lu Zheng reached the center of the ring's open space, stood with his feet at an unconventional angle, and said nothing. His eyes were sharp, carefully controlling the intensity of his gaze as he looked across.

"Mr. Shangquan..."

Shangquan Ming waved a hand, opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly stood up.

Looking up at Lu Zheng, Shangquan Ming curved his mouth into a slight grin, nodded deeply, and then, holding a Samurai Saber in his left hand, walked step by step rhythmically toward the center of the ring.

In contrast to Lu Zheng's Fish Scale Armor, Shangquan Ming wore traditional Japanese armor, his bamboo armor replaced with iron, a crescent moon on his helmet, but no mask on his face.

He reached the center of the ring and stood about five meters away from Lu Zheng.

Shangquan Ming was slightly taller than Lu Zheng, carrying the great momentum from just overcoming Zhang Tiexia. With his dignified appearance and serious expression, his aura was not at all inferior to Lu Zheng's.

"Mr. Shangquan!"

"Shin Yonin-ryu!"

From the Japanese side came a cheer of slogans and support.

"Shangquan Ming of Shin Yonin-ryu, please instruct me," Shangquan Ming surprisingly spoke in Chinese.

"Hmm." Lu Zheng nodded, not even repeating the polite "please instruct me" phrase.

Shangquan Ming's eyes narrowed, then he grinned and said in his slightly awkward Chinese accent, "Is Chinese tradition always this impolite?"

Lu Zheng replied calmly, "We're not friends anyway, should I feed politeness to the dogs?"

"Boss, you're so cool!"

"Brother Lu, mighty!"

"Hmph!" Shangquan Ming snorted coldly, his eyes fierce, "I want to see if you still have the guts to say that later!"

"Clang!"

Drawing the Samurai Saber, Shangquan Ming assumed an arching stance with both legs, holding the saber in both hands, directly targeting Lu Zheng.

Meanwhile, Lu Zheng remained stationary, his left hand hanging naturally while his right hand reversely gripped the handle of the Ring-Headed Saber on his lower back, not making any defensive moves.

...

"Isn't Brother Lu being a bit too confident? The opponent is quite formidable."

"Boss, be careful. These Japanese fight dirty!"

Some on the Hua Country side, unaware of Lu Zheng's actual strength, were a bit worried. Someone quietly asked Zhang Tiexia, "Brother Zhang, do you think Brother Lu is being overconfident?"

Zhang Tiexia glanced at him sideways, curled his lips in disdain, "He could let his hands loose, and even then, Elder Lu...brother could kick him to death with just his feet!"

For heaven's sake, he has trained to freely manipulate qi sensitivity, even Sun Lutang couldn't do better. Beating a little Japanese guy should be a piece of cake, right?

"Really? That strong?"

Even Zhao Wenyu and Du Lin, who had witnessed Lu Zheng's strength, were a bit worried, but hearing Zhang Tiexia's expert opinion, they relaxed significantly.

...

On the other side, in the ring.

"Underestimate me, you're courting death!"

Seeing Lu Zheng not taking a defensive stance, Shangquan Ming sneered, using the heel of his right foot and darted forward three meters without crossing his legs, like a drill, the Samurai Saber thrusting directly at Lu Zheng's chest.

From the point where Shangquan Ming generated power to the saber tip being three inches from Lu Zheng's chest, it probably took less than a second.

"Ding!"

A light sound, Lu Zheng had already appeared to Shangquan Ming's left side behind him, the long saber in his hand slowly drawn back from Shangquan Ming's left shoulder sleeve.

Everyone could clearly see that Lu Zheng had won a move.

"One point," Lu Zheng said calmly.

"What the heck? What just happened? I felt I blinked, and it ended just like that?"

"I didn't see clearly either..." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"What happened? So fast?"

Of course, there were those who did see clearly, and while they couldn't catch all the details, they could perceive the overall movement.

"Just now Brother Lu drew his saber with a reverse swing, deflecting Little Japan's Samurai Saber, passing by his side, then turned around and struck another blow."

"The move was particularly fast, as if rehearsed beforehand."

"Masterful!"

"Brother Lu, mighty!"

After the move, Shangquan Ming finally realized Lu Zheng's strength, his expression became solemn, he stepped back to guard with his saber, forming a labor character stance, his feet not leaving the ground, merely shifting slowly.

Lu Zheng shook his head, "Useless."

As his words fell, Lu Zheng advanced with a swing of his saber.

Shangquan Ming retreated to block, but Lu Zheng's long saber slid, the back of the blade circled around the Samurai Saber effortlessly, and the saber's tip reached Shangquan Ming's wrist.

Shangquan Ming's pupils contracted, hastily withdrawing his hand and pulling the saber, only to have the opponent follow up, the blade crossing his chest directly.

"Two points," Lu Zheng said calmly.

Shangquan Ming's eyes instantly turned fierce, his gaze raging, "Baka!"

His body swayed left and right, the Samurai Saber's point shifting its position back and forth.

...

"Three points."

Shangquan Ming, "..."

"Four points, five points, six points... twelve points, thirteen points, fourteen points..."

In just over three minutes, it was as if Lu Zheng was walking a dog, calmly and effortlessly, he delivered a 22 to 0 score against the opponent.

And Shangquan Ming, experienced a process from calm to anger, from anger to calm, from calm to rage, and from rage to numbness, already losing the poise he had when he just entered the ring.

At this moment, his mood was probably three parts numb, three parts rage, three parts ashamed and angry, and one part last effort to remain calm...

With complex feelings, Shangquan Ming's hands holding the saber were trembling slightly, eyes fixed intently on Lu Zheng's hand.

...

Outside the ring, Hua Country's side was a sea of cheers and applause, while the Japanese side was dead silent, even the three photographers with automatic cameras halted their actions.

Only Hua Country's photographers diligently ran around, seeking the best angles to capture a record of Lu Zheng teasing Shangquan Ming with style and elegance.

...

"Baka! You're humiliating me!" Shangquan Ming shouted in anger.

Lu Zheng twirled his saber with a reverse grip and said flatly, "You noticed?"

"Damn!"

"Awesome!"

"Overbearing might!"

"Full of style!"

"You!" Shangquan Ming paused, exasperated, "I am a samurai! I have the dignity of a samurai!"

Lu Zheng nodded, glanced back at Zhang Tiexia, then looked at Shangquan Ming, "Alright, I'll give you that dignity."

Shangquan Ming's pupils shrank, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart, and he hurriedly said, "Wait! Hang on!"

Lu Zheng advanced with his saber, cutting with the ferocity of a tiger, wild and powerful, suddenly changing his style of attack.

Shangquan Ming blocked horizontally with the saber, not expecting Lu Zheng's saber to weigh heavily and rapidly, changing his expression just after the first strike.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

He only blocked three blades before his arms went numb and weak; the fourth slash directly knocked his Samurai Saber away, with Lu Zheng's saber slashing his chest.

"Boom!"

Shangquan Ming was slashed into a rolling gourd, tumbling out of the ring and crashing into the crowd behind him.

When those Japanese helpers picked him up, they saw blood oozing from his mouth and internal injuries, likely worse than Zhang Tiexia's.

Completely powerless, without the help of others, he couldn't even stand.

Lu Zheng spun the Ring-Headed Saber, sheathed it with a reverse grip, and said calmly, "Forget about traveling the world, go home and recover. In three years, you might be able to pick up a saber again."

Shangquan Ming's eyes widened, couldn't help but spit out blood again, and fainted on the spot.