Chapter 1505: The Duel Begins!

The members of the Dongying royal family at the scene, as well as the upper-class gentry, couldn't help but laugh when they saw that Chen Ning was going to duel with the Watanabe Sword Saint.

They all felt that Chen Ning was killing himself!

Watanabe wears a samurai uniform, white hair and a white beard, and wears a katana at his waist.

He looked at Chen Ning, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Your Excellency wants to duel with me, you can borrow a katana from the guards on the scene." ”

Chen Ning glanced around at the palace guards around him, glanced at their katanas, and shook his head: "I don't like to use your swords!" ”

Watanabe frowned: "Then what weapon are you going to use to duel me?" ”

Chen Ning turned his head and saw ten Chinese national treasures displayed on the desk, including a Tang knife inlaid with precious stones and extremely exquisite.

He smiled and said, "Just use this Tang knife!" ”

Everyone at the scene was stunned when they heard this!

Emperor Chongming couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Chen, this Tang knife is actually the saber of one of the emperors of your Chinese Tang Dynasty, but because this knife is the emperor's saber, it is only considered exquisite and luxurious when it is built, and it has little effect in actual combat." ”

"To put it simply, this is a sword used for the emperor's decoration, not for fighting, are you sure you want to use this knife to duel with the Watanabe Sword Master?"

Chen Ning said: "To deal with your Sword Master, this sword is enough. ”

When these words came out, the Watanabe Sword Saint couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart.

He sneered: "The only sword in the world is our samurai sword that is the most powerful, and your Tang sword is not worthy of comparison at all, let alone a decorative knife." ”

"For example, your Yue Wang Sword was damaged when it touched the glass, and you used this kind of knife to duel with me, you are simply looking for death."

Emperor Chongming felt that the more Chen Ning died, the better, so he sent someone to take the Tang knife and hand it to Chen Ning.

Then he said with a smile: "Since Mr. Chen insists on using your country's weapons, then listen to it." ”

Watanabe Kenjo sneered and walked to the middle of the living room with his head held high.

Chen Ning's face was light and light, and he also came to the middle of the living room, less than three meters away from the Watanabe Sword Saint.

The two sides confronted each other.

Song Huanting was so nervous that she subconsciously clenched her fists.

Qin Fenghuang was about the same at the moment, his eyes were firmly fixed on Chen Ning and Watanabe.

Only Dian Chu's face remained unchanged, and he was full of confidence in Chen Ning.

The other Dongying people on the scene were all giggling and waiting for the duel to start, in their opinion, this was a game without suspense.

How could a Huaxia nobody be the opponent of the Dongying Sword Saint!

Soon, Tanaka loudly announced: "The duel begins!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the Watanabe Sword Saint had already moved, he bowed down, his feet moved quickly, and he swept close to Chen Ning like lightning, and as soon as he entered the attack range of the katana, his katana clicked out of its sheath.

The katana turned into a streamer, and with a glance, it slashed diagonally towards Chen Ning.

This knife is fast, explosive, and the angle of attack is tricky, and with the sharpness of the katana, Watanabe Sword Master is confident that he can cut Chen Ning diagonally into two pieces.

Grandmaster strikes!

The scene instantly burst into applause.

However, in this instant, Chen Ning's Tang knife was also unsheathed.

I only heard a click, and the knife flashed away.

Before Watanabe Kenjo could react, he only felt his face wet, and at the same time, the katana in his hand slashed into the air.

By the time he came back to his senses, Chen Ning had already stood at three meters, and the Tang Dao had already returned to its sheath.

The scene is quiet!

Watanabe Sword Saint's face was dazed, and he didn't know what the situation was for a while.

It wasn't until a puddle of blood slipped down his cheek and dripped to the ground, turning into a flower of blood, that his face changed drastically.