Chapter 542 (1/2)

”Of course, it's more Kung Fu than the sword!” Scar Liu patted the treasure Dao hanging on his waist.

”Yes, how are you going to compare it?” Ma San continued cautiously.

”It's very simple. There's a willow tree outside the door. We'll take a willow leaf from each other, and we'll all have a knife. Who can separate the willow leaves from the middle, and the one who cuts the most neatly will win!” Scar Liu points to the road outside the door.

Ma San looked at the willow tree which had just given birth to new leaves more than ten feet away from the door. After pondering for a moment, Ma San said, ”to be more fair, we use the same knife. You said this proposal. You come first.”

”Ha ha, Ma San, you are cautious. It doesn't matter. Just do as you say.” Scar Liu laughed, agreed, and then called a hand down to pick two similar willow leaves.

Willow leaves on the table, scar Liu still confidently asked: ”Ma San, do you think to use your knife, or my knife?”

Ma San didn't make a choice. Instead, he found a new way: ”don't use any of ours, boss. Bring your kitchen knife from the kitchen!”

”Well, that's not good! ”The boss is an honest man who seems to be in his forties. When he heard Ma San's order, he hesitated for a moment.

”If you want to go, I'll give you more money later!” Seeing that the boss was hesitant, the young man immediately urged him out of patience.

The boss seems to be recalcitrant, finally entered the kitchen, quickly took out a little greasy kitchen knife out.

Scar Liu didn't care about the greasy knife at all. He just wiped it with a cloth, then tried his hand, then picked up a willow leaf and threw it into the air. Then he raised the knife and dropped it.

They only saw a flash of cold light, and then the willow leaves became two and fell on the table.

The two halves of the willow leaf are almost cut from the middle leaf root. Although there is a slight deviation, it is also very neat. This long willow leaf can be cut in this way with one knife. It can only be said that the skill of the scar Liu has reached the peak.

”Ma Gong, did you not ask him?”

In the face of such a sword technique, the young man hesitated. After all, the opponent's skill was so superb that he was afraid of losing.

”I'll do my best!” Ma San has no foundation at this time. Originally, he thought that scar Liu would do something. After all, with his real Kung Fu, the other party is a little inferior to himself. But now, just this hand, I'm afraid he has to rely on luck.

After taking the kitchen knife from scar Liu, looking at scar Liu's confident expression, Ma San can only take a deep breath to calm down quickly. In his mind, he finds out all the things he has learned from his master when he was a child, and prints them in his mind again.

Ma San naturally took some time to do so. Liu, who thought he was winning, was not in a hurry. However, someone under him couldn't help shouting: ”Ma San, the broth is getting cold. Are you ready or not? If you can't, just give up. Don't hold on!”