What's even more surprising is that the scream came from Miyazawa!
Gong Ze, who had been holding Chen Xiao with one hand and stabbing back with the other, suddenly seemed to be electrocuted. He abruptly released Chen Xiao, threw down the knife, and jumped up like a rabbit shot by an arrow. He leaped three feet high into the air, and his straight back, which had been as straight as a javelin, bent over like a shrimp. After landing, he squatted down and curled up into a ball.
But then they saw that Miyazawa's square face had turned red and then purple, as if he were drunk. He was holding his right foot tightly with one hand and clutching his lower abdomen with the other, but he couldn't even make a sound.
None of the others had clearly seen Chen Xiao's movements, except for a few high-level swordsmen like west Ping. It turned out that in that instant, Chen Xiao, pressed against Gong Ze, didn't struggle, as if he were already a fish on a chopping board, but suddenly made an extremely cunning move!
He raised his left foot and stomped hard on Miyazawa's right foot!
These Japanese warriors were accustomed to wearing wooden clogs, which were like slippers, and went barefoot. While this looked quite stylish, it naturally offered less protection for their feet.
Chen Xiao, following local customs, wore a kimono and wooden clogs. The clogs had thick, hardwood soles. Just now, Chen Xiao suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the front half of Gong Ze's right foot. The thick, hardwood sole made intimate contact with Gong Ze's bare foot.
Chen Xiao was already an A-level strength expert. When he stomped down, it was like a pile driver on a construction site! The force was more than a thousand jun.
In an instant, Miyazawa felt everything go black, and he seemed to hear several cracking sounds as if his bones were breaking! Not just fracturing, but shattering!!
The bones in the front half of his foot had been broken into several pieces by Chen Xiao's stomp! Even more shameless, Chen Xiao deliberately rubbed the sole of his foot hard as he stomped down, grinding down all five toes of Gong Ze's right foot like a millstone!
The saying goes, "The ten fingers are connected to the heart," and the same applies to the toes! This pain almost killed Miyazawa. He howled in agony, and his vision nearly went black. Suddenly struck by such a vicious blow, he lost his footing and was about to fall, naturally dropping the knife in his hand.
What's even more infuriating is that Chen Xiao's attacks weren't limited to just "stepping on the toes"!
Just as the two were pressed together, taking advantage of the moment when Gong Ze's foot broke and he bent over in pain, Chen Xiao's left hand quietly went down and flicked Gong Ze's crotch with his finger in that instant!
Although it was just a flick of his finger, how astonishing was Chen Xiao's strength? With such a flick, he could probably break even a steel bar!
He had already taken two steps back and saw that Gong Ze was lying half-lying on the ground, his body curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably. His handsome face was contorted with pain, and he was holding his right foot with one hand. His right foot was a bloody mess, and one foot was swollen to the size of two. Several toes, completely twisted and deformed, were sticking out from between his fingers.
Meanwhile, with his other hand, he pressed hard against his lower abdomen, but because of the presence of everyone, he refused to touch the spot where he had been hit, even though it was excruciatingly painful. His face turned purple and was almost bleeding!
Apart from west Ping and Tang Xin, who were among the few people with exceptional eyesight, no one else noticed Chen Xiao's despicable act of flicking someone's penis. Tang Xin, however, blushed and glared at Chen Xiao with a mixture of shame and anger, thinking that this man's actions were too vile. In a fair and square fight, he resorted to such underhanded tricks.
Stepping on toes, hitting crotches—these are tactics only three-year-olds use in a fight…
Chen Xiao's skin seemed thicker than a city wall. Despite using a despicable trick, he stepped back two steps, his face upright and dignified, his expression open and honest, displaying the demeanor of a noble and magnanimous person. He raised his hand in a respectful gesture from afar, and spoke in a calm and moderate voice, smiling slightly: "Mr. Gong Ze, you flatter me!"
Poor Miyazawa wanted to curse loudly, but he was in excruciating pain and was afraid that if he opened his mouth he would scream. He just gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Cough cough cough... Don't call me despicable...
Chapter 194 [Your Turn?]
Including Tang Xin, only five people clearly saw Chen Xiao's "black hand" actions: Tang Xin, Nishihira Kojiro, Takamoto Itto, Jingu Heihachiro, and Ito Daio.
Even Prince Boren couldn't see Chen Xiao's movements clearly, but he saw that in just one round, Gong Ze, who had previously been on the winning side, had once again cornered the Chinese boy with an elbow strike to the chest. He could have finished him off with just one more slash.
Who knew that in the blink of an eye, the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse. The highly anticipated Miyazawa was now lying on the ground curled up in a ball, while the Chinese boy stood there with an air of superiority, smiling and saying things like "I'm honored to have you." It was clear who had won and who had lost.
Prince Boren felt a bit annoyed. He thought to himself that Miyazawa was usually very arrogant and he had always thought highly of him, but who knew he was so useless that he couldn't even beat a Chinese kid. It seemed that he should ignore such a good-for-nothing from now on.
Thinking this, Prince Hirohito glanced at Nishihira Kojiro and the short, stout Takamoto. Nishihira Kojiro was also furious at Chen Xiao's despicable attack, but as a member of the main branch of the sect, he carefully recalled Chen Xiao's actions. Instead of retreating, he advanced, risking his back to Miyazawa, pressing himself against him, taking an elbow strike, and allowing himself to be strangled at close range. This audacity was something he himself could never have done. Although somewhat despicable and almost childish, upon careful reflection, it was undoubtedly the best attack method. Japanese martial arts emphasize practicality. Since there was an opportunity to attack the enemy's weakness, why not attack their strongest point instead?
Then think about this Chinese kid's movements: a step and a spring, quick and agile, yet with astonishing explosive power! Moreover, his movements are stealthy and ruthless, yet incredibly precise!
He carefully recalled his actions just now, and suddenly a thought popped into his head: If I were Miyazawa just now, I would probably have suffered a loss in that situation as well!
Thinking of this, and looking at the smiling face of the Chinese boy, I suddenly noticed his fingers. I couldn't help but subconsciously pull my stomach in.
When Nishihira Kojiro saw Prince Hirohito's gaze directed in their direction, his heart skipped a beat. He had placed all his hopes on this Prince Hirohito, and had even brazenly come to the Kamishin family to challenge them. Once he had done this, there was no turning back! If he won today, all would be well; but if he lost and went back, he feared that there would be no place for the Hidden Moon School to survive in all of Japan!
This Chinese lad's actions seemed childish, yet his battle with Miyazawa had been far too brief. The depth of this lad's skill remained shrouded in mystery. He had come here today with complete confidence, but now things were uncertain. He hesitated, glancing at his companion beside him.
His companion, Takamoto Itto, was short and stout, with a friendly smile on his face. In reality, he was a formidable figure, a master of the renowned Japanese kendo school, Yuukumi-ryu. He also held the official title of Grand Master of the Japanese Sword. While appearing all smiles like a businessman, he was actually ruthless. He used his amiable smile as a facade, and his skills were exceptional. Within Yuukumi-ryu, he remained unassuming, yet he was firmly established as the school's top master. Even the current head of Yuukumi-ryu treated him with utmost respect.
This time, he also joined Prince Hirohito's tutelage and obtained the title of Royal Swordsman. Seeing Miyazawa's defeat, and Nishihira Kojiro glancing at him, he couldn't help but feel annoyed: This Kojiro, he wants me to scout ahead!
Although he was furious, he was also wary of Kojiro's authority—among the swordsmen under Prince Hirohito, Nishihira Kojiro was the most trusted. If he wanted to gain Hirohito's trust, he would have to achieve something.
And Miyazawa, who usually had an arrogant demeanor, had now lost. In Takamoto's eyes, Miyazawa was completely finished!
Miyazawa had already been carried out by the disciples who had left him outside the courtyard, but everyone knew that this famous earth swordsman was completely finished.
If it were just a fight, that would be fine. After all, it's impossible to win every battle. Even if you lose, you can always go back and train hard and have a chance to get revenge. But if you lose a fight and your manhood is also crippled by your opponent, if word gets out, I'm afraid Miyazawa will never be able to hold his head up again and will never have a chance to turn things around.
However, under Prince Hirohito, Nishihira Kojiro was firmly in first place, while he and Miyazawa could only compete for second place. Now that Miyazawa was finished, wouldn't his opportunity have come?
With that thought, he steeled his resolve, strode forward, and looked at Chen Xiao with a friendly smile still on his face: "Your skills are impressive. In the second match, please allow me to witness your exceptional abilities!"
Seeing that Takamoto had made his move, Nishihira Kojiro felt slightly more at ease. He subconsciously took a half step back, crossed his arms, and stared intently at Chen Xiao, thinking that he would see what other underhanded tricks this kid had up his sleeve.
Gao Ben wore a friendly smile, and Chen Xiao also smiled broadly. As they approached, they both gave a slight bow, appearing very amicable. However, Chen Xiao lowered his voice and said, "Sir, are you wearing iron underwear?"
Although Gao Ben understood Chinese, he was taken aback by Chen Xiao's sudden, low question. Chen Xiao glanced at him, deliberately letting his eyes sweep over Gao Ben's crotch, and sighed with feigned sympathy. His expression clearly conveyed the message: "You're in trouble."
Gao Ben felt a sudden pang of panic when Chen Xiao glanced at him like that. He quickly regained his composure, thinking: "He's just a kid who knows how to play dirty tricks. I'm a great swordsman. As long as I'm extra careful, how could those underhanded methods be a match for me?"
But upon looking at Chen Xiao again, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. It turned out that Chen Xiao had already taken two steps back, doing warm-up exercises—while others simply twisted their waists and lifted their legs to warm up, Chen Xiao deliberately raised his right hand, waving a few fingers back and forth, as if preparing for something…
Although Gao Ben was furious, he was more gloomy and remained expressionless, only beckoning to the people outside the courtyard.
Soon, a disciple of the Xiyun School, whose build was similar to his, also short and stout, strode in and presented a short sword.
When others see this, they can't help but think: Gao Ben himself is short and fat, so he even chooses disciples who are the same size as him.
The weapon Gao Ben used had a blade that was shorter than a typical samurai sword, yet longer than a wakizashi short sword. The size was somewhat unusual. However, being short and stout, he gripped the short sword in his hands, performed a couple of feints, and found it quite easy to wield. He then gripped the hilt with both hands, struck a pose, and looked at Chen Xiao: "Please!"
Chen Xiao smiled and raised her right hand, saying, "I'm here!"