Shinsyu's loud shout attracted everyone's attention.
When everyone heard it, they were immediately stunned but then laughed. "Where is this Hinomoto Oniko from?"
Someone shouted at Wan Zhenyuan, "Master Wan, why did you let Japanese in?"
Wan Zhenyuan hadn't expected these Japanese to be so unwilling to be alone. He frowned and went forward to say to Cinian, "Master Cinian, didn't we make an agreement about it? Why didn't you keep your promise?"
Cinian smiled faintly and said, "Master Wan, my disciple, Shinsyu, can't help but display his skill and he wanted to go up on stage. This shouldn't be regarded as breaking promises, right? What's more, I didn't promise anything back then anyway."
He then turned to Zhang Cunyi and said loudly, "Friend, I have a new disciple who wants to ask you about kung fu. Would you like to teach him?"
Zhang Cunyi saw that this Japanese was extraordinary. He stood there like a fierce beast, cold and unruly. He was obviously a master, but with the Sanhuang Sword in his hand, Zhang Cunyi definitely would not look the Japanese in his eyes. He laughed and said, "Well, when he comes, I will show you!"
Wan Zhenyuan was furious, but since Zhang Cunyi had agreed, he had no reason to stop him. So he had to put on a fake smile and said, "In that case, I have nothing to say."
Shinsyu was dressed in a well-ironed suit and tie and a pair of leather shoes. He looked like the kind of handsome white-collar worker who often appeared in Japanese TV dramas rather than a cultivator that was about to settle a score.
When Shinsyu walked onto the field, he bowed to Zhang Cunyi and said, "Zhenren Zhang, what are we going to compete on?"
Zhang Cunyi laughed and said proudly, "You can compete with whatever you want. Magical items, power in magic, close-to-hand combat, or controversy in writing, I am capable of them all!"
Shinsyu smiled, and there was a trace of cunning and contempt hidden in his eyes. He said very humbly, "Zhenren Zhang, if we settle a score, I'm afraid this building will not be able to stand. I think we'd better compete with kung fu. What do you think?"
Zhang Cunyi waved his hand, returning the Sanhuang Sword back to himself, and then slung it behind his back. He stood proudly with his hands clasped behind himself and said, "Well, let's fight!"
Shinsyu smiled again. "Please show some mercy, Zhenren Zhang."
Zhang Cunyi laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't be too hard on you!"
Everyone laughed and said, "Zhenren Zhang, don't make him cry!"
Li Yundong, who was watching from the side, felt that something was wrong when he saw that everyone was underestimating Shinsyu. He whispered, "Oh, crap, Zhang Cunyi has underestimated him too much! I have met this Japanese guy once before. His aura is strong and cold, and he is a very difficult opponent to deal with. Even if Zhang Cunyi does not underestimate his enemy, he might not be his opponent, not to mention that he has taken him so lightly at this time!"
Zhou Qin sneered and said, "Then let's see him make a fool of himself later. It's all because he's been so arrogant."
Li Yundong glared at Zhou Qin immediately and shouted in a low voice: "Asshole! Zhang Cunyi had a personal grievance with me. He was fighting against the Japanese, that is the national body! If he loses, he will not lose only his reputation. It will damage the reputation of the entire Chinese cultivation world. How can you laugh at other's troubles regardless of whether you're doing it in public or private?!"
Zhou Qin was stunned for a moment. She had never been scolded like this by Li Yundong. Her face suddenly turned red and she whispered, "I'm sorry, Master. It's my fault."
Li Yundong didn't look at her. He stood up and said loudly, "Zhenren Zhang, be careful. It'll be very difficult to deal with this guy!"
Zhang Cunyi looked at Li Yundong disapprovingly. He sneered and said, "Zhenren Li, why don't you go on stage? Oh, I just remembered that you can't! You, stand aside and watch quietly!"
The moment he finished speaking, everyone, including Zi Yuan, Ruan Hongling, and the people of the Fox Zen School, suddenly became furious.
Su Chan pulled on Li Yundong's sleeve and whispered, "Master, some people misunderstand a kind-hearted person. You'd better not say it."
Ruan Hongling was so angry that she shouted, "Zhang Cunyi, how could you be so ungrateful?"
Zhang Cunyi glanced at her and sneered. "Zhenren Li, I think you'd better take care of your subordinates first!"
Ruan Hongling was so angry that she cried out. Subconsciously, she wanted to stand up and shout abuse at Zhang Cunyi. From the side, Zi Yuan immediately pulled her back and scolded her in a low voice, "What are you doing? Do you want to lose face? Sit down. If Zhang Cunyi doesn't appreciate it, then let him die on his own. We can't mess with it ourselves."
Ruan Hongling snorted heavily. "I've never seen such a narrow-minded man! Damn it!"
Li Yundong shook his head. He slowly sat down, sighed, and said, "Alas... Zhang Cunyi is so careless. I'm afraid he will be in danger!"
Ruan Hongling said angrily, "Then let him make a fool of himself. If he loses, will there be no one left in the Chinese cultivation world?"
Li Yundong sighed and said, "These Japanese have always looked down on the Chinese cultivation world. If we lose, they won't fight with us again. They'll just go back to publicize how they defeated the masters of the Chinese cultivation world. What will you do?"
Ruan Hongling was stunned. She stammered, "They wouldn't be so shameless, would they?"
"It's very much possible. This happens frequently in the martial arts world, and it has also happened in the cultivation world!"
At this point, everyone let go of their prejudices and looked at the scene with anxiety.
At this time, Zhang Cunyi made an obeisance by cupping one hand in the other before his chest to Shinsyu and said loudly, "May I have your name, my friend?"
Shinsyu bowed and said, "I'm Shinsyu, the forty-fifth generation disciple of Rigoino of Zhenyan Tantrism. Please give me some advice!"
When everyone heard this, they all laughed and shouted, "Shinsyu? Hey, why did you take the name of Great Master Shinsyu, the founder of the North China Zen Sect?"
Shinsyu ignored them. With a slight smile on his face, he fixed his eyes on his opponent.
Zhang Cunyi smiled and said, "I'm Zhang Cunyi, the 56th descendant of Qingyang Palace in Sichuan. Please give me some advice!" After that, he bent over and gently touched the ground with his toes, showing the posture known as the Dragon Eight Trigrams Palm.
Everyone could only see that Zhang Cunyi's foundation was solid, like an old tree root, and his clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if there was a cool breeze. Obviously, he had learned the essence of the Eight Trigram Palms.
Li Yundong saw this and nodded slightly. "Fortunately, Zhang Cunyi has good talent. No wonder he is the descendant of an established family."
Zi Yuan also agreed and said, "He's really something, I wonder what kind of kung fu this Shinsyu uses."
While the two of them were talking, Shinsyu went into an arrow stance. His right hand was in front of him, his four fingers were clasped together, and his thumb was high, like a steel knife. His right hand was bent forward and clenched into a fist, like a big cannon that could explode at any time.
Seeing that he was waving his arms like a Japanese karate's Daoshou, Zhang Cunyi smiled and said, "It turns out to be karate. This kind of punching skill is strong and hard. There is really a congenital flaw. Today, I'll show you why the Eight Trigram Palms is known as a combination of hardness and softness!"
After that, he waved to Shinsyu and said with a smile, "You're a guest who has come from afar. Please go first!"
Shinsyu didn't stand on ceremony. He suddenly shouted, stepped forward quickly, and his right hand by his waist blasted towards Zhang Cunyi with a fierce punch.
The power of this punch was so great that it was as fast as lightning and thunder. Zhang Cunyi only felt dizzy for a moment, and then Shinsyu's fist headed towards him.
Zhang Cunyi was a little surprised and thought, "This Hinomoto Oniko's strength is so strong and his fist is so fast?"
Although he was surprised, he had practiced martial arts since he was a child and had a solid foundation. His subconscious posture seemed to fall and turn around, like a burst of smoke passing behind Shinsyu, turning his hands toward Shinsyu's abdomen.
The crowd saw that Zhang Cunyi's change was really beautiful and elegant, and they suddenly couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Li Yundong was also a little relieved. He nodded and said, "Yes, it's the so-called 'Vigorous Eight Limits, Thiefy Eight Diagrams, Evil Tai Chi, Poison Form.' Zhang Cunyi's sliding move really gains the mystery of the slippery Eight Trigram Palms."
Eight Trigram Palms is the heaviest to wander, and more than half of the kung fu is under his feet. Zhang Cunyi's circumvention immediately went to the advantage of the enemy's back. He was overjoyed, thinking that he was sure to win, and his hand was about to touch the opponent's body. Suddenly, a vague face suddenly appeared on the back of Shinsyu's head. This face was fierce, like a ghost's, and his eyes were red, revealing a terrible murderous aura.
The face glared at Zhang Cunjian. In an instant, Zhang Cunjian felt his whole body stiffen, as if an extremely cold breath was gushing into his bones, chilling his blood almost to the point of freezing!
The Zhenqi and strength of a cultivator were derived from essence, qi and blood, and Zhang Cunyi's whole body's essence, qi and blood flow had suddenly been blocked. The power and speed in his hands also suddenly slowed down.
Then, behind Shinsyu, there was some black Qi that was visible to the naked eye. Like a madly growing vine, it wrapped itself around Zhang Cunyi's hand.
Zhang Cunyi was shocked and immediately wanted to leave Shinsyu.
But at this time, Shinsyu suddenly turned around. He slashed at Zhang Cunyi's neck with a turn of his fist.
Zhang Cunyi's essence, qi and blood were frozen, and his speed was greatly reduced. He wanted to escape, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead. He had no choice but to lower his head and dodge the palm.
But as soon as he lowered his head, the Sanhuang Sword behind him was exposed.
As Shinsyu's hand swept over his head, he flicked his wrist and immediately took the Sanhuang Sword.
Zhang Cunyi felt a chill at the back of his head, and his heart suddenly thumped. He was shocked and angry, anxious and flustered. He immediately rushed forward, regardless of everything, and shouted angrily, "Give my Sanhuang Sword back to me!"
But his rush was exactly what Shinsyu wanted. He fiercely punched at Zhang Cunyi.
At this time, Zhang Cunyi was in chaos, and his aura was stagnant. How could he escape the thunder-like punch? He screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out.
The crowd's cheers had not yet ended, but the situation on the field had suddenly been settled. Everyone was shocked. Only Shinsyu, holding the Sanhuang Sword in his hand, laughed wildly. "What a bullsh*t master! You can't even take three moves and yet you dare to call yourself a master? Master, you're right. There are no masters in the Chinese cultivation world! Hahaha!"