The Rise of Qing-era racism

Yanlin was taken aback, and saw a grin on his father's face. And Yanlin had those phrases spinning in his head "I will invent a new sword fighting technique" A thought appeared in the head of the emperor 's son in a large text "What a fool you are, Yumin, no one has ever coped with two swords, why did you bring them at all, who put you up to it, you will die just like that while you are watching one hand, you will already be without the second..." Everyone was in anticipation of wild fun, as a child would wave two wands at the same time. Like skewers for frying animal carcasses. The gong sounded. It's started. Xiaolong poured bile in the direction of Yumin, another nastiness and taunts. He was trying to unbalance his opponent. But the man with a calm , focused face said - I'll kill you all Xiaolong suddenly felt funny and surprised with such impudence, and made the first attack, saying - Before making such brazen statements, get a wedge in your heart Yumin barely managed to dodge, as it seemed to the crowd, the sword cut his shoulder. A deep enough wound, and it would seem that already one sword will be in the hand to hold, not to mention how to control two. Yanlin sat in complete incomprehension, Yumin was definitely the best and fiercer, why he didn't attack and immediately got a deep wound, and came up with this nonsense with swords. He's on the verge of death. A stupid child, he probably didn't even eat... These hysterical thoughts were spinning in the head of the emperor's son, while the emperor himself was enjoying the next destruction of the white-skinned one, and seemed to be saying to his son with his whole appearance: "I told you he was just dirt" Meanwhile, Xiaolong made endless lunges, and Yumin only dodged, and not even with a sword, but simply ran away. Xiaolong got into the taste and managed to laugh, as if he was about to crush a woodlouse, he actively attacked and sarcastic - Can you run from me in a circle, and your swords will be crutches for you? Yanlin, out of rage and despair, clenched his hand into a fist, so much so that it seemed that his veins would now come out and go to the battlefield to beat Xiaolong. It was written on everyone 's faces "Finish him off already at last" The blood was no longer dripping, but flowing in a stream from Yumin's shoulder. There were already a lot of cuts on him, which he did not reflect very quickly, crossing two swords at the same time, it was so ineffective that he received wounds. Suddenly, the sword slid a centimeter from Yumin's cheek, he again held back the pressure with a "cross", but now a trickle of blood poured out of his cheek. It seemed that Yumin was spending all his strength and even riding on the ground with his feet, trying to stop Xiaolong's only sword with two swords. The decisive moment. Xiaolong being confident in himself and his position said - Let me help you get rid of the fact that you are not worthy of wearing such long hair Xiaolong strikes such a blow that would be fatal, Yumin had to push off the ground so that he would not be cut in two, everyone watched in delight as the prey was almost cut, at that moment Yumin was turning somersaults in the air, and it was a farewell deadly somersault, because the hand was behind with a sword, and one in front covered the neck so that Xiaolong wouldn't chop it off, but as soon as Yumin landed on the hilt of his sword, he would literally sit on it like an animal for frying. Everyone was looking forward to this moment of ridiculous suicide. Yanlin had time to think "Goodbye Yumin" And he held back tears with all his might. Victory burned in Xiaolong's eyes. He raised his sword in a lunge to cut off Yumin's head, because when he landed on the hilt of the sword, it was as if he had prepared himself for sacrifice. But no one expected that Yumin would hold on to the sword thrust into the ground, and push off from it, as if from a spring and support, no one has ever done or applied this, it needs a good miscalculation and confidence in his strength, the next second he pushed Xiaolong with two legs, and with the speed of a kite in the period of the storm drove the sword right into the center of the enemy's body so hard that he pierced it through, Xiaolong fell from a sudden air attack with his feet and pushing the opponent away from the sword. And while Xiaolong was flying to the ground pierced by a sword, but still alive, Yumin easily pulled the sword he was falling on out of the ground and cut off the enemy's head with it. With one punch. The enemy's body fell to the ground, and Yumin flew to him with his feet, plunging two swords into the beast like skewers, Xiaolong's head rolled to the side and stared at him with wide eyes. Xiaolong is dead.