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Chapter 355 - 325 Xingyi Five Elements Saber VS Natural Reasoning Heart Flow

Chapter 355: Chapter 325 Xingyi Five Elements Saber VS Natural Reasoning Heart Flow

Roger stormed off the deck, making his way through the corridors of the cruise ship to a lounge area.

Bang!

Roger kicked over a coffee table, "fuck! How dare he treat me like that?!"

He turned to face Owen and the rest, "You bunch of losers! Do you even deserve to be called top-tier bodyguards? If he wanted to kill me just now, I would already be dead! Useless!"

The three bodyguards lowered their heads, equally upset.

Owen stepped forward, "I’m very sorry. I will report this incident to the company myself, and someone will discuss compensation with you."

"I don’t need your damned compensation!" Roger roared, "I want you to guarantee my safety! Not like that bastard said, that if he wants me alive I’ll be alive, and if he wants me dead, I’ll be dead!"

Owen said, "Mr. Roger, we are only B-level members of the company. It is indeed very difficult to deal with someone like that person just now. Perhaps you can hire higher-level personnel to ensure your safety."

Roger paused, realizing it was pointless to be angry with these bodyguards, and sat down, reining in his anger, "What level do you think would be able to handle someone like Wu Li?"

Owen thought for a moment, "Perhaps an S-level member could do it."

"Ha?" Roger laughed angrily.

Owen and the others belonged to the American Black Star Security Company, one of the world’s top security companies.

Black Star ranked its members from bottom to top as: D-level, C-level, B-level, A-level, and S-level, with different levels of members performing tasks of various difficulties.

As far as Roger knew, S-level members of Black Star usually performed tasks protecting important leaders of small countries or world-class billionaires, and they didn’t take long-term protection jobs; S-level members only took short-term contracts.

Because S-level members were scarce and in short supply, even with Roger’s status, it was difficult to secure an S-level member for his personal protection. And from Owen’s tone, even he wasn’t sure an S-level member could guarantee Roger’s safety in front of Wu Li.

"That guy is that formidable?" Sofia suddenly spoke up.

"Of course he’s formidable, otherwise I wouldn’t have organized such a gambit."

A voice came from the door; it was Jon walking in.

"Aunt Jon," Sofia called out politely.

Roger also stood up to greet him.

Jon smiled and waved his hand to signal them to sit down, taking a seat opposite them.

"This man is not simple; he previously defeated the number one real combat master in Southeast Asia, and just recently beat a Spear King from the Underworld," Jon told them.

"So what? No matter how strong he is, he’s just a martial artist, a pawn!" Roger said fiercely.

"Aunt Jon, I want to bet ten million US dollars that Wu Li loses!"

The martial arts competition was about to begin, and placing bets at this point was quite difficult, but given the relationship between Roger’s family and Jon, it wasn’t really an issue.

Jon nodded with a smile, "That’s possible. But, you know, Wu Li is not just a pawn. For this gamble, he’s put up 550 million US dollars of his own money betting on himself to win three consecutive matches."

"What?!"

Roger looked surprised, and Sofia’s eyes widened as well.

The Holmes family might have assets worth hundreds of billions of dollars, but most of it was fixed. The liquid cash available did not exceed ten billion, and with hundreds of people in the family, Roger, being the third in line to inherit, had less than five billion he could use. He could come up with ten million US dollars to bet, but there was no way he could put up more than five billion for a wager.

"Are you sure it’s his money and not Hongmen’s?" Roger asked.

Jon nodded, "Positive, because before he bet, he also signed an agreement with us. If he wins, a portion of the winnings would be converted into the ownership of over three hundred stores across the United States and controlling stakes in three professional fighting clubs. Clearly, he’s preparing to open his own martial arts halls in the United States."

Roger fell silent. He had thought Wu Li was just a martial artist with some fame, but it seemed like Wu Li might even be richer than he was.

And the overall score for Wu Li to win three consecutive matches was set at 1:6.2, meaning if Wu Li won, he would take home 3.4 billion US dollars!

This meant that unless Roger’s grandfather suddenly expired and left an inheritance to be distributed, for a long time, Roger would not likely be richer than Wu Li.

Better looking than him, more famous, better at fighting, and now even freaking richer than him?!

"Fuck!" Roger punched the sofa, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Sofia’s eyes sparkled; she had learned of Wu Li from a previous terror attack and was curious about the Kung Fu hero’s duel. She had asked Jon to help her secure a spot to watch the contest, not expecting to clash with Wu Li.

Now, having heard more about Wu Li from Jon, Sofia’s interest in Wu Li heightened even more.

Defeating the number one in Southeast Asia, besting an Underworld Spear King, and putting up nearly 600 million US dollars on himself to win! A man like that was rare indeed.

Originally, Sofia was very angry with Wu Li for rejecting her and injuring Roger, but now she didn’t mind so much, as she had come to regard Wu Li as someone on her own level, or possibly even higher.

"I’m more and more interested in learning Kung Fu from him," Sofia said, her lips curling up excitedly.

"Sofia!" Roger was annoyed at his sister’s reaction.

Sofia just lifted her chin, not caring at all.

Roger smirked, "He might not even live through today."

"That’s true," Jon nodded. "There are no rules in today’s duel. One careless move could indeed lead to death."

"That’s what makes it thrilling. Only a man who can survive and walk away with 3.4 billion US dollars deserves my conquest!" Sofia said excitedly before standing up, "Let’s go. I can’t wait to see his match."

Roger looked sullen. "You go. I’ll watch from upstairs."

He had just lost face outside and was embarrassed to show himself again.

Sofia ignored him, lifted her skirt, and ran outside.

Jon also stood up and said with a smile to Roger, "Then I shall take my leave too."

...

At 4:30 p.m., the deck was crowded with spectators around the ring.

Wu Li and Li San sat together, flanked by Zheng Yingrong and Zhou Yuanqing.

Still, those seated were in the minority; most people were standing.

The overseas Chinese martial arts community values tradition. In such settings, boxers with insufficient seniority or fame weren’t entitled to sit and had to stand instead.

As the representative of Hongmen fighting today, and a Great Boxer who had defeated Hu Shan, Wu Li had the strength and fame to sit with Zheng Yingrong and the others.

Across from them, a group from the Island Country Martial Arts World had a similar arrangement, with a few seated and the majority standing.

The two sides exchanged looks, and the atmosphere was tense.

A moment later, a gong sounded. Zheng Yingrong nodded at Wu Li, signaling him to stand and move towards the ring.

Someone at the base of the ring stairs held out a saber with both hands, presenting it respectfully to Wu Li as he approached.

Wu Li’s right hand took the saber, a Xingyi Saber one meter twenty in length, a palm wide, and weighing five and a half kilograms.

Typical Xingyi Sabers used for performances weighed less than a kilogram, and even those for combat didn’t exceed three kilograms. A five-kilogram, one-handed saber would seem too heavy and cumbersome to wield.

However, this was the saber Wu Li had specifically selected from Li San’s treasured arsenal, chosen for today’s duel.

He advanced step by step onto the ring with the saber in hand.

On the other side, Fujiwara Naoto, dressed in black Samurai attire with a saber strapped to his waist, removed his wooden clogs and stepped barefoot onto the ring.

The two faced each other. Wu Li examined his opponent, sensing a natural and serene aura, clearly indicating the opponent was a martial artist who had mastered ’intent.’

[Natural Reasoning Heart Flow (Master Level)]

[Overall Score: A (32%)]

This was Fujiwara Naoto’s data, not much different from Watanabe Ryosuke’s at first glance. Both were adept at using blades, and without them, their ability would significantly decrease in the ring. Still, they had an A-level score. Wu Li knew that Fujiwara’s skills were likely superior to Watanabe’s for a simple reason: although their teacher, Sword Saint Nakakino Oto, was proficient in various swordsmanship styles, his signature style was the Natural Reasoning Heart Flow.

Fujiwara Naoto, a disciple of Nakakino Oto and practitioner of Natural Reasoning Heart Flow, was known as the ’Little Sword Saint’ in the Island Country Martial Arts World, indicative of his formidable capability.

"You killed my junior brother with a spear, an unworthy victory. Today, I will use my saber to avenge his dishonor," Fujiwara Naoto said to Wu Li in awkward Chinese, a sentence he had learned intentionally.

Wu Li raised the saber in his hand, "I won’t bother discussing your junior brother’s worthless affairs with you. We’re both martial artists, let our weapons do the talking."

Fujiwara Naoto didn’t understand what Wu Li was saying, nor did he intend to speak further. His right hand rested on the knife handle at his waist as he slightly squatted, ready to execute an Iaido Slash.

Dong!

The gong sounded, and the duel began!

Wu Li’s eyes narrowed as he surged forward, sabre thrusting sharply.

Amidst the howling of the wind, Fujiwara Naoto rotated his torso, slightly facing Wu Li to the side, and then a flash of white exploded.

Clang!

The saber unsheathed!

Fujiwara Naoto’s Iaido Slash didn’t create as much pressure as when Watanabe Ryosuke had faced Wu Li, but the slash was faster. Wu Li’s advancing saber was struck at the midsection by Fujiwara Naoto’s saber.

The moment to strike was when Wu Li was accelerating his step, hitting the saber in its weakest spot.

Originally, Wu Li planned for his saber thrust to transition into an upward sweep aimed at his opponent’s chest, but Fujiwara Naoto had disrupted all subsequent moves with one slash.

If Wu Li’s initial strike was like a surging river attacking his opponent, then Fujiwara Naoto’s slash was like drawing a sword to cleave the water, cleanly severing Wu Li’s follow-up actions.

The Natural Reasoning Heart Flow aimed to harmonize with the natural order of heaven and earth, adapting to situations spontaneously and naturally responding to an opponent’s movements.

At that moment, Fujiwara Naoto, with his keen perception, cut through Wu Li’s techniques in one fell swoop!

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