"Squeak."

There was the sound of the cabin door closing behind me.

The Fuso man looked back and saw that Su Wangting had broken free from the rope at some point and was leaning against the hatch. He was looking at himself with squinted eyes: "Haha, she is not a girl from Kyushu."

"you……"

The Fuso man looked at the broken rope at Su Wangting's feet, then looked back at the pile of broken ropes on the ground behind Bai Kui, and took a breath.

He seemed to understand something.

Immediately, his left hand squeezed the scabbard tightly, and his right hand slowly held the handle of the knife at his waist.

"You two are not simple."

After he finished speaking, his knees were slightly bent, his upper body leaned forward, and his eyes were fixed on Bai Kui in front of him.

This is a typical sword-drawing action.

Su Wangting was a little surprised.

If he were just a pirate, how could he possibly be able to draw a sword?

Whether in Silla or Fusang, there are only a handful of sects that can teach the art of drawing swords.

And even within these sects, there are not many swordsmen who can successfully practice the art of drawing swords to some extent.

Because of the huge intimidating power of drawing blood when a sword is struck, this sword-drawing technique is jointly regarded as the secret of swordsmanship by all sword sects in the world.

Techniques that can be called mysteries are naturally extremely difficult to practice.

First of all, the internal strength cultivation must be called vigorous. This is a hard prerequisite. This alone has rejected most swordsmen.

At the moment when the sword is drawn, the internal force of the whole body must rush through the meridians to the palm and forearm holding the handle of the sword. Often, some people cannot bear the sharp concentration of breath at that moment, resulting in damage to the meridians. As a result, their cultivation is abolished.

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The second is the intention of the sword. To cultivate the intention of the sword, one must carry out long-term and boring practice of repeatedly drawing the sword with an absolutely high concentration of spirit and the awareness that life will be drawn out of the sheath.

In the process of cultivating sword intention, there are not a few people who suffer from mental breakdown or mental abnormality due to long-term high concentration.

It can be seen from this that only by going through many hardships can it be possible to wield that electric knife.

So, how can a mere rogue pirate know how to draw a sword?

Su Wangting looked at the Fusang man showing his sword-drawing posture and shook his head slightly.

I secretly thought that if this person could really draw a sword to the level of sword drawing, even if it was the lowest level, then he must not be an ordinary pirate!

Or maybe he's just a show-off.

At this time, Bai Kui looked at the posture of the Fuso man and sneered: "A mere pirate actually wants to be a swordsman from a famous sect? What is the art of drawing a sword? Come on, come on, I want to see how you can draw it."

What does it look like?"

Although Bai Kui's long sword, like Su Wangting's, had been taken away by them.

She can deal with mere pirates and is slightly stronger than Nie Yunfei, even with bare hands.

The Fuso man did not respond to Bai Kui's taunt.

He still maintained his posture of drawing the sword.

He remained motionless, staring closely at Bai Kui.

Bai Kui, on the other hand, still had a mischievous smile, silently provoking the other party.

“Ah cut!!”

At this time, a sneeze suddenly came from among the crew.

"Um?"

Bai Kui frowned.

I saw the Fuso man holding the handle of the knife on his waist, and the afterimage appeared!!

Before she could react, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and then her body passively moved aside, as if someone had pulled her!!

Taking a closer look, Su Wangting appeared beside him!!

His hand was holding his arm.

When she looked at the Fuso man again, Bai Kui's pupils shrank sharply.

I saw the shining long knife in his hand, but it had been unsheathed at some point!!

I didn’t even notice it!!

This is not the art of drawing swords, what else could it be??

And it’s a great sword-drawing technique!!

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

If Su Wangting hadn't helped him, he might have been killed by that Fuso samurai sword!

After all, I underestimated the enemy too much.

Su Wangting patted Bai Kui on the back and comforted him: "Don't blame yourself. Even I almost misjudged this man. If you have a knife on you, you can still fight him."

The Fusang man slowly returned the sword to its sheath and stared at Su Wangting with squinted eyes, a gloomy expression on his face: "What a quick movement."

Su Wangting nodded slightly: "It is indeed a sword-drawing technique. Are you not pirates?"

The Fuso man shook his head: "We never said we were pirates."

Su Wangting looked at the long sword on his waist and said calmly: "As far as I know, among the various sects of Fusang, Juju Heliu particularly respects the art of drawing swords. Are you from Juheliu?"

"That's right, we are samurai from Iairu."

He admitted it outright.

Su Wangting frowned slightly: "Since you are a famous warrior, why did you lower your status and become a pirate?"

The Fuso man licked his lips and slowly assumed the stance of drawing the sword again.

"What you asked is a bit too much."

Su Wangting stood in front of Bai Kui and said in a deep voice: "Before you take action again, I have a message to send you."

"explain."

A ferocious smile rose from the corner of Su Wangting's mouth.

"If you want to take my life, you must also be willing to sacrifice your life."

“Cut the nonsense!!”

The Fuso man's hand holding the handle of the knife had blue veins popping out!

"Um?"

Can’t pull out the knife??

The Fuso man was startled and looked down at his waist.

I saw a slender palm with five fingers pressing on the handle of the knife!!

"Huh!?"

He suddenly looked up and saw a handsome white face that was almost on his own!!

The Fusang man was horrified, and there was a buzz in his head.

He secretly thought that this person had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye, almost teleporting, making him unable to react, and the internal strength that could support such a strange movement must be extremely terrifying!!

Before he could think about it any more, he suddenly heard a dull "thunk" sound.

The Fusang man suddenly felt a shock in his Dantian, and then he felt that all the energy in his body was rapidly dissipating.

"Whoa!"

His legs went weak and he knelt down.

He was holding on to the ground and kept vomiting.

Su Wangting put down his protruding knees and said coldly: "I forgot to tell you something."

The Fuso man raised his pale face and gasped for air. The painful tears in his eyes still showed a fierceness.

Even if he loses, he still looks proud.

Disgusting stubbornness!!

"If you fart...just let it go..."

Su Wangting sneered and said: "The names of your Fuso people are hard to hear and hard to remember. But I remember one person named Hayashizaki Jinsuke, who is a samurai from your hometown."

The Fusang man was startled when he heard this: "You, a person from Kyushu, actually know about him? Yes, Lin Qi is very helpful. He is one of the top experts in our community."

"How do you compare with him?"

The Fuso man lowered his head: "We are not worth mentioning in front of him!"
To be continued...