Yang Shi's Golden Sword Skill version of American Iaido, with a single strike, shattered Liu Wuheng's Protective Magical Artifact!
His arm began to bleed immediately.
"Is this... a spell?"
Liu Wuheng looked at Yang Shi incredulously, his face filled with confusion.
His own disciple was clearly just as rough in Martial Arts as he was, so how had he suddenly started casting spells?
Yang Shi burst into hearty laughter.
"I understand now! This is how the true power of American Iaido must be unleashed!"
"Golden Sword Skill, truly a divine technique!"
"Master, stand there, don't move, let me try a few more strikes."
Liu Wuheng felt a chill in his heart and yelled towards the backyard, "Zihan, your elder apprentice brother Yang says he wants to chat with you..."
"Ah? Really, brother?"
Liu Zihan came running from the backyard, his face dotted with sweat.
Meanwhile, Yang Shi had already fled the scene.
"Humph~ A cowardly act!"
