Tachibana Youkyo said: "What you learned before was only the first move of the sword drawing technique: Iai. Now, I'm going to pass on the remaining two tricks to you. ”

When Zhang Fan heard this, he hurriedly calmed down and listened quietly.

"The second move of the knife drawing technique: Yan Hui. Takeaway: Draw the knife quickly. This move can only be used when the sword is drawn and the sword is completed. While jumping backwards, use the Draw Knife to slash ......"

Tachibana Youkyo said as he demonstrated it.

At the same time, some details about Yan Hui were also infused into Zhang Fan's mind.

His understanding of Yan Hui instantly reached the level of Tachibana Youjing.

"The third trick of the knife drawing technique: fine snow. Takeaway: Draw the knife faster. Using the ultimate speed, he instantly slashed six ......"

Tachibana Youkyo was talking again while demonstrating.

At the same time, the essentials and details of fine snow's movements were also infused into Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan's understanding of fine snow also reached the level of Tachibana Youjing in an instant.

And the more he learned about the knife drawing technique, the more Zhang Fan felt that he was ignorant.

When he pulled out his knife and cut Xiaocheng before, he still felt that he was very powerful;

But now that he understood all the slashes, he felt that he was still far away.

After the explanation and demonstration, Tachibana Youjing said: "When you have practiced the first move to Dacheng, you can practice the second move." When the second move is completed, you can practice the third trick fine snow. These moves must be practiced diligently. As long as they are all practiced to the fullest, with these three moves, they are enough to run rampant in the world. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Fan's blood was boiling.

I've learned a peerless skill.

"However," Tachibana Youkyo said, "the level of achievement in the future depends on your level of effort." ”

"The disciple will definitely practice hard and complete the sword drawing technique as soon as possible!"

Zhang Fan swears.

For the first time in a long time, he finally regarded Ukyo Tachibana as his master.

Tachibana Youkyo nodded and said, "Your talent is the only existence I have ever seen that can match Miyamoto." I hope you don't let down this talent. ”

After speaking, Tachibana Youkyo's body slowly turned into a point of light and dissipated in the air.

Zhang Fan's consciousness finally returned to reality.

He didn't immediately take off his goggles.

Thinking back to Tachibana Youkyo's words, he secretly clenched his fists.

Whether you can return to your previous life or not, you must practice hard in the future.

It took him a long time before he took off his goggles.

In the room, I don't know when another plate of meat was delivered.

On that white screen, there were four big words: Lunch time

There are also two lines of small print underneath: Countdown to 2 hours, 23 minutes and 28 seconds

Tips: Replenish your fitness as much as possible before Smash Bros

Zhang Fan sneered and kicked the plate out of the gap below.

No matter what the circumstances, it is impossible for him to eat human flesh.

Look at the clones.

One by one, they chewed the meat with blood in their mouths full of relish, drank the blood on the plate, and looked at Zhang Fan from time to time and sneered.

In their opinion, Zhang Fan is completely the meat on the board, waiting for them to slaughter.

Not to mention anything else, just for not eating meat, Zhang Fan is an outlier.

And the nature of human beings is to cut out the different.

So it can be said that now Zhang Fan and that friendly clone have become the public enemies of more than twenty other clones.

And judging from Zhang Fan's situation when he was learning martial arts, he had fallen countless times, and he was obviously weaker than that friendly clone.

As a result, he became the number one target for all other clones.

Ten meters to his right, in the room.

The clone drank all the blood from the plate and licked it clean.

Finally, he smashed the plate against the wall and scolded: "I only give a small piece of meat at a time, it's really unpleasant!" ”

The other clone said coldly: "What's the hurry, the big brawl will start immediately, and there will be meat to eat at that time." ”

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Zhang Fan.

Obviously, in his eyes, Zhang Fan has become his food.

"He's the closest to me, so don't rob me of any of you."

The clone that smashed the plate glanced at the other clones with a protective gaze.

"Hey, whoever grabs it will be whomever will be whomever when the time comes."

"That's right, whoever grabs it is whoever's own."

"If I'm fair, why don't you divide him and eat him?"

"That's a good proposal, I'm in favor of it!"

……

Two months ago, Zhang Fan never dreamed that one day he would become food in the eyes of others.

However, Zhang Fan glanced at the shadow blade in his left hand: Want to eat me? You've got to have it!

At this time, the friendly clone said to Zhang Fan: "When the countdown is over, you must not come out, try to hold on." I'll come and help you, and the two of us will definitely win them together! ”

Zhang Fan glanced at the clone and said nothing.

When the time comes, both of them will be the first targets of the other clones.

Those clones probably won't get close to the two of them.

As the minutes ticked by, all the clones had their own thoughts.

From time to time, they would say a few words that were either threatening or inducement.

Zhang Fan was too lazy to intrigue with them, so he simply closed his eyes, thinking about drawing a knife and slashing in his mind over and over again.

Gradually, getting closer to the time of the Great Smash Bros., the quieter the whole hall became.

No one spoke anymore.

"Tick - one minute until the Big Bros. countdown."

The sound from the room made Zhang Fan open his eyes.

He glanced at the other clones.

I saw that most of the clones had their eyes on him.

Their eyes were fiery, like diners approaching with plates.

"Tick - thirty seconds until the Big Bros. countdown."

Some of the clones were nervous, others were even more excited.

Their gaze at Zhang Fan also became even hotter.

The friendly clone reminded Zhang Fan: "Don't be nervous, don't be calm." The calmer you are, the better your chances of survival. ”

Zhang Fan just nodded slightly, on the surface, there was no wave.

No one should try to see any emotion in his face.

He didn't seem nervous at all, and he didn't seem excited.

However, this is actually a preparatory action before drawing the knife.

"Ten seconds countdown to Smash Bros."

"Nine ......"

"Eight ......"

"Seven ......"

With this sound, many people's palms were already sweating.

But Zhang Fan was still sitting there cross-legged, looking like an ancient well.

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

"One!"

Whoop –

With a soft sound, the doors of the cylindrical rooms parted to the sides.

The whole world seemed to suddenly stand still for a few seconds.

All of them were motionless.

A few seconds later, the clone closest to Zhang Fan suddenly let out a roar, held a plate axe, and rushed towards Zhang Fan's room.

Ten meters away, one second.

"Boy, give me death-"

However, the clone rushed to the door of the room, just picking up the axe.

Suddenly, his body froze, motionless.

Moments later, his head strangely separated from his neck and slid to the ground.