The Mighty Sword of Legend

Chapter 1

###Chapter1,Competition

The roar of two large off-road vehicles broke the silence of the desert. Obviously, these two modified cars were equipped with all modern equipment, such as radar, thread, and so on. Their strong horsepower enabled them to run on almost any bad road. It was believed that except for a few professional cars, there were few vehicles equipped like this among the people.

This type of modern machinery, when it appeared in this type of primitive and mysterious field, more or less made it a bit inharmonious. However, compared to the passengers inside the car, it was a bit inferior. In the leading car, one could tell with a single look that this was a Racing Officer from one's appearance. One was focused on driving, while the other was looking at flickers of clouds and navigation. If one carefully observed their appearances, they would discover that these two were also well-known figures in the motor race world, often meeting in TV or newspaper stories to spew pieces of champagne. In this regard, they would then look at the passengers behind them. The two individuals in the second row had different appearances and temperaments. On their left side was a man who was roughly 40 years of age in European. His hair was curled up in a bun, and his nose was high and his deep-set eyes exuded a type of mature beauty. Right now, he was staring unblinkingly at the thick book in his hand with his gray and blue eyes. His left hand would occasionally bring a wooden pipe that didn't have any cigarettes to his mouth. On his left hand sat a youngster with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed. In this type of desert filled with dust, he was actually able to maintain a white and fine face, as well as his black hair that was more or less worn than several others. He gave off a somewhat artistic feeling, and regardless of whether it was from the taste class in the east or west, one would still call him a handsome man. Together with his slightly upturned lips, this man was someone who would leave a good impression at first sight. On his knees was a youngster with a simple and unadorned long sword with a scabbard.

The last row of two people wore a ammunition bag. From their appearance, it could be seen that they were soldiers. The one on the left was big and burly, sitting on a chair whose top almost reached the top of the roof. His camouflage military uniform seemed particularly fit with its proper posture. He had a square face and thick eyebrows. He was a typical European strong man, his squinted eyes looking forward, but his hawk nose damaged his image a little. The one on the right was the most dishonest one in this car. His skin was dark and shiny, which highlighted his teeth and white eyes were glaring. If he took off his military uniform and changed into a hide, and then took a javelin, he would be a Asian from Africa, which was scribbled on the brain door. He looked like the strong man beside him, but his body was a little thinner. At this time, he was leaning on a TV screen, and no one knew what he saw. He was grinning. The six people in the back car were in uniform military clothes. In addition to the two in the front car, they were chatting while driving. Some were zing on the road, some were stretching their waists, and another two heads were leaning against each other to look at aatis OIY.

"The Z Country's people can brag!" The 1A black man shouted loudly as he looked at the TV.

Almost all of the passengers in the first car seemed to be startled by this scream. The middle-aged gentleman took the pipe away from his mouth and looked back at him. The strong man turned his face and glanced at his companion beside him. Even the two drivers turned their heads to look at him in surprise. The only reaction to this was the only one. The handsome Asian young man sitting in the second row opened his eyes without even turning his head. He shrugged his shoulders slightly as if he was mocking himself. Then he closed his eyes again as if he was used to this situation.

"Hall, what the hell are you doing?" The strong man had no expression on his face, but there was a little reproach in his tone. Yes, along the way, the black Jack was always provocative to the young people who were like scholars, which everyone could see.

"Hey! Kelvin, look at this!" The black man named Jack placed the miniature television in front of the robust man. "Fly! Did you see it clearly? The two of them are flying in the air, hahaha!"

"This is just a movie," said Kelvin, his face expressionless. He glanced casually at the young man sitting at the front row.

"Hello! Han, watch your country's boasting movie!" Jack did not care about the eyes of the people in the car. He directly placed the TV in front of the young man who was called Han, and at the same time patted the young man's shoulder very hard.

"Tsk." The young man was a little annoyed, so he had to watch the TV in front of him. The TV displayed a famous martial arts hero movie of Z Country, which had a high box office in Europe and America.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. I've seen it many times," the young man replied.

"What?!" Jack shouted fiercely, sounding like a chicken whose neck was being pinched. "Don't you think that Z Country people are bragging? Oh, I forgot that you are also a boaster of the kingdom, hey hey hey!"

When they heard that their motherland was insulted by others, all normal people would have angry emotions. No matter how well the young people were, they could not stand it anymore. "You haven't seen it doesn't mean you haven't."

"Really? I heard that you have learned your ' Z Country' kung fu since childhood. I don't know if you can fly or not. If people from Z Country can fly, what do you want a car for? Let the cow go?" Jack leaned on the back of the chair lazily, with a mocking expression.

"Then I'm not sure." The youngster turned around and stared at Jack. "However, my level of confidence is a bit greater than that of an ignorant person like you."

"Does this mean you are challenging me?" Jack still had a mocking and contemptuous look on his face.

The young man seemed to have suddenly realized something and shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Sort of."

"Great!" Jack suddenly sat up straight and swept away his sloppy look. It seemed that he had been waiting for this result for a long time. "If you defeat me, I will admit the magic of Z Country's kung fu. Take back what I just said. If you lose, it will be very simple. You will admit that you are a coward. What do you think?"

" innocently! Enough!" The strong man next to the black man named Kelvin suddenly released a low shout.

Jack's hands were clasped together, and his knuckles creaked. He felt an indescribable excitement. "You should be the clearest in our team, Kelvin. When faced with other people's challenges, you can't refuse, right? What's more, I definitely won't hurt him. I only kicked his Z Country's ass and let him return to reality. Hey! driver, stop the car!"

"I'm Jack." Kelvin' originally expressionless face began to change into a stern expression. "You should be aware of what happened between us and Mr. Armoldel, as well as Mr. Han..."

"All right, all right! I promise you that I won't hurt him. It's just a small competition. Don't worry!"

Kelvin still wanted to say something, but at this time, the middle-aged gentleman who had not expressed any opinion waved his hand to stop him. Then he said to the young man in slightly stiff Chinese, "Wenyue, are you really going to challenge him?"

The young man showed a confident smile and said, "Yes, this is called learning from each other in Z Country." His answer was also in Chinese, and then he looked back at Jack and said, "Okay, I accept your proposal."

"Really? The martial arts of Z Country?" The middle-aged gentleman looked ahead with his left hand fiddling with a wooden pipe. Then he turned back and said, "Captain Kelvin, let's go and see the mysterious martial arts of Z Country together."

Kelvin didn't say anything, but his furrowed brows showed his concern. Despite that, he still reached out his hand and made a gesture outside the car window.

The two cars stopped almost at the same time.

The six soldiers in the back almost yawned as they got out of the car, which made Kelvin's eyebrows knitted even more tightly. "Listen, now that second lieutenant Jack is going to compete with Mr. Han, everyone can sit on the ground and watch."

This sentence was like a stimulant, instantly waking up the fatigued soldiers.

"Oh my god! Head, are you serious?" "Great! Guys, are you interested in gambling?" "Shut up! Who will bet on that gigolo?" "Hey Jack! You have to be careful not to twist his neck off!"

"Shut up, all of you!" Looks like Kelvin was extremely dissatisfied with the reactions of his soldiers. "Sit down and watch quietly!"

"Since everyone is so interested, let's make a bet!" The middle-aged gentleman smiled, still playing with his pipe. "Captain Kelvin, let everyone relax. It's time for lunch."

The soldiers who had just calmed down became excited again. As a result, except for a villager and a person who was unwilling to participate, the four of them all bet on Jack. Only the middle-aged gentleman bet on the young man.

At this time, Jack fully showed his talent for acting. He bowed to the few audiences at one time and waved to everyone like the president. Even the young man and the two drivers were watching this comedy with great interest. During this time, it seemed that only Kelvin could not smile.

The chaos lasted about ten minutes. Jack finished the last sign action of his competition and still turned back to the young man cheekily. "Hello, Han, are you ready? We are going to start! I hope you can let me do a complete start-up exercise."

"Come on!" The young man still had a smile on his face. He raised his hand, and the ancient sword in his hand turned in a very ingenious circle. He casually threw it down, and the three-foot-long sword had been inserted into the sand for more than half.

This move shocked everyone present, but the silence only lasted less than twenty seconds. The whistle and the applause rang through the desert.

Jack widened his two large eyes, feeling as if he had seen a ghost. He never thought that this type of movie's plot would appear before his eyes. However, immediately afterwards, his rich combat experience made him feel as if he had gained the upper hand. "What's the use of having a good appearance? Come, youngster!"

The two of them stood together, so just looking at their bodies alone was enough for them to predict the result of the competition. The youngster's height was 180S, and he was still half a head away from Jack! Meanwhile, Jack's build was much stronger than the youngster's. If this was considered a boxing match, then due to the difference in weight between the youngsters, the chances of victory would only be around 1%.

Jack certainly understood his advantage in height and weight. He was confident that he could defeat the young man. But Z Country's martial arts were too mysterious. Even if the movie was a special skill, there was a famous Bruss Lee in the field of boxing. Jack had also learned this kind of fighting skill that made almost all countries lose face.

Jack stopped smiling cheekily as usual and put on a posture of fighting. At this time, Jack looked like a leopard waiting to pounce, making his already burly body full of strength.

The young man continued to stand there in an extremely carefree manner, his entire body relaxed, his face still carrying that unchanging smile. This made Jack extremely angry. "Hey! Are you always smiling like this, saying that your facial muscles aren't going to go rigid? Are you ready? I am going to attack!"