Apocalyptic Forecast

For a long time, Katori Ichiro remained motionless.

　　 Does this still need to be seen through?

　　 No need at all!

　　 The opponent's posture and muscle language are completely unconcealed. What he is brewing is a slash that resembles a wind and thunder, which is as fierce as a flash, and disappears in a flash.

　　 The pure speed has already been accumulated in this rigid and uncomfortable posture, which is above himself. As long as one dared to step into the ten centimeters between each other's attack range, what was waiting for oneself was bound to be a thunder blow.

　　 But the structure of the upper paragraph has its flaws-

　　 In the silence, Katori Ichiro's thoughts turn.

　　 If the opponent wants to win by distance, then he can also use the distance instead.

　　 It is true that there is a gap of ten centimeters in the limit of the attack, but it still takes time for the opponent's sword to fall on him. If he rashly takes a mid-stage offensive, he will be in danger, so...

　　 While thinking, the body has already reacted naturally.

　　Katoriichiro lowered his body, bent down, his legs bent, and the horizontal blade in his hand protruded forward, pointing at the bottom plate of Keishi.

　　Simple geometry.

　　 And Huai Shi also changed her posture.

　　Middle section.

　　 Spike frame.

　　 "throat."

　　 His sword was pointed straight at the key point of Katori Ichiro, and he said where he would attack next. The stab, omitting the distance of the chopping and cutting to the utmost extent, maintains the advantage of the attack range.

　　 pinned all power in this blow.

　　 penetrated his throat before the opponent’s attack reached——

　　 At that moment, Katori Ichiro smiled and took his sword into its sheath.

The movements are natural and harmonious. I don’t know that they have been rehearsed thousands of times, and they have been inscribed in the bone marrow. All the reactions and the use of texture have entered the process that has been repeated for a long time. .

　　This is...drawing a sword!

　　 The moment he reacted, he actually shot out towards Huai Shi!

　　Shrink!

　　 is still a kendo skill that is so pure that there is no next time-relying on the force of the toes to drive the body, it has achieved the terrible effect of advancing without warning.

After 　　 accelerated with his fingers, the soles of his feet trampled on the floor, and his speed surged twice!

　　 Immediately afterwards, under the operation and push of his knees and muscles, he flew almost to the ground, speed, three times faster!

　　 In this moment of change, he has already plunged into the ‘ten centimeter’ range of Huai Shi lore - but this time the change is so fast that Huai Shi’s sudden stab is too late.

　　 wiped his face across.

　　 missed opportunity!

　　 Today's Katori Ichiro, relying on his own kendo, has broken free from the measurement of numbers and is above physics!

　　 The situation is reversed!

"It's now--"

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi drew his sword back to defense.

　　 But it's too late.

　　 In the scabbard supported by the left hand, the long sword has turned into iron light under the traction of the right hand and flew forward!

　　-Katori draws a sword!

　　 If it is used in conjunction with the source quality, this sword must be more mysterious and more terrifying, right? But now, it is still fast enough.

　　 The arm strength and skills that have been practiced for many years are enough to cut people off in an instant!

　　 It doesn't matter even if Huai Shi blocks this sword, when the distance gets close, it is now his home court-the opponent has entered the final form, he has 100,000 ways to respond, and puts the paper-loving amateur to death!

　　 He grinned and roared: "Garse!"

　　 At the same time, what came oncoming was an unbelievable cry:

　　 "—— Noodles!"

　　 The instantaneous changes and interlacing, everyone has a flower in front of them, and it is difficult to see the changes clearly.

　　 Only a high-pitched voice was heard.

　　 It was the scream of steel, and the sound of the blade rubbing was so high.

　　 Its sharp sound, spread, and drowned in the noisy exclaims that followed.

　　 The movements of the two stopped at the same place.

　　 The sweet enthusiasm fell from the top of his head and fell on Katori's face. The blood spread and fell to the ground.

　　 He widened his eyes blankly, looking at the sword blade that was only a ray of distance in front of his eyes-he was so close to death that there was only such a small distance to almost non-existent.

　　 He lost.

　　 When he raised his head stiffly, he saw Huaishi's severed hand-and the broken blade in his hand.

　　 "The victory is divided."

　　 Huaishi smiled, and whispered: "I won."

　　 Katori Ichiro fell into a sluggishness.

　　 Lips moved.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 can't believe what I saw at that moment...

　　 Just now, the tweet of steel was not once, but...twice!

　　 It's just that the interval between the two is too narrow, making it impossible for many people to distinguish it. And among them, the second time was the sound of his own dagger being blocked.

　　 The first sound...It was the wailing of the broken blade in Huaishi's hand.

　　 When Katori rushed past the ten-centimeter field of victory, Huai Shi drew his sword back to defense, as if he had already expected it. Right in front of Katori Ichiro’s eyes, he raised his hand and pressed it on the sword——

　　 Then, I broke my sword into two pieces!

　　 simply and neatly.

　　 That movement, it seems that he has no idea how many times he has practiced it in his head.

　　 In an instant, the knife was in his hand and turned into a double knife!

　　 When Katori Ichiro reacted, the section holding the blade in his hand blocked the front of the sword and took a hard move, while the other section of the broken blade was already fixed in front of his own eyes.

　　 announced the arrival of victory.

　　 Then, the dust settled, and the victory was divided.

In the dead silence after the exclaim from the outside noise, Keishi raised the palm of the sword holding the blade, put Katori Ichiro's sword aside, took a step back, released the palm of his hand, and let the sword stained with his blood. The blade should fall to the ground.

　　 And another broken blade with a handle still hit his face.

　　 Katori Ichiro stared blankly at the sword in front of him, for a long time, finally raised his head and looked at Huai Shi.

　　 "Did you think about it from the beginning?"

　　 He asked hoarsely, "That's what you planned in the beginning?"

　　 "Very shabby, right? But no way, I can't beat you in swordsmanship." Huai Shi shrugged, and replied helplessly: "Of course we need a red heart, with both hands ready."

　　 From the beginning, he did not dare to underestimate Katori Ichiro.

　　 Indeed, stigmata and elemental quality cannot be used, swordsmanship has its limits.

　　 Indeed, his extended arms and height are longer than Katori Ichiro, and he has an advantage... But what is the use of eggs?

　　The so-called skills, the so-called tricks, are not the power that allows people to break through the limits, make up for shortcomings, and counter the war situation?

　　If Katori Ichiro's swordsmanship can span this short ten centimeters and get closer, what should I do?

　　 Therefore, it is better to use tricks... to stimulate him, guide him, tempt him, and deliberately draw closer.

　　 Closed to within 75 cm of the length of the knife——

　　 Then, double pole versus single pole!

　　 From the beginning, Katori Ichiro has jumped into the routine of Kaishi.

　　 This is not a lack of struggle experience, but a lack of the realm of treacherous changes. Who can think of anyone who has no problem with his brain that his opponent will suddenly break his sword and play with him?

　　 "You must rarely fight life and death with others, right?"

　　 Huaishi lowered his head, looking at his stunned look, and couldn't help shaking his head: "When you meet a guy who can stuff explosives between your teeth, you won't think it's a big deal to break a sword."

　　 This is not compliant!

　　 This violates the rules!

　　 Katori Ichiro wanted to say so, but in the silence, he closed his eyes after all.

　　 sighed silently.

　　 released the sword in his hand.

　　 "I lost it." He bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you for your advice."

　　 "No thanks, no thanks."

Huai Shi happily raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "This Xiaoxiang, young people have made achievements. It is normal for young people to be proud and complacent. After you go back, remember to practice more and work harder every day. Don't slack off. In order to become the pillar of the present world!"

　　 said, he raised his head and squinted at the referee.

　　 "Mute? Talk."

　　 The referee was taken aback for a moment, his stiff expression twitched, and finally made a voice: "Win, victory is divided!"

　　The winner, the amateur with paper!

　　 So, Huai Shi turned her head, looked around the stiff faces off the court, raised her brows and smiled.

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was clear applause from the silence.

　　 comes from the top place.

　　 Sheng Tianmu smiled, raised his hands, patted twice, then looked back at the faces off the court and waited quietly.

　　 Until those people finally realized from the old man's gaze, they raised their hands in a panic, clapped hard, scrambled!

　　Thunder-like intensive applause emerged out of thin air and filled the entire banquet, cheering for the victory of the leader of this alliance!

　　 Endless.

　　 I dare not pause or slow down even if the palm of my hand is red.

　　 Until Sheng Tianmu raised his hand with a smile, and pressed it down, for a short while, the whole field was silent.

　　 Only a helpless voice came from the side.

　　 "No matter how you want to be prestigious, it's a bit too much, father." Ewha raised her eyes and said, "Mr. Huaizhi is still bleeding."

　　Sheng Tianmu suddenly stunned, patted his head, showing a kind smile: "Look at me, impatient, Arakawa-kun, Arakawa-kun, can you get a doctor to deal with it?"

　　 "Huh." Arakawa's expression was gloomy, and he wanted to say something, but in the end, he lowered his head: "You are the president of the alliance. Of course, you have the final say, come here--"

　　 "No need."

　　 Ewha got up and said softly: "Father, talk to you first and arrange a room for rest. I'll help Mr. Huaizhi deal with it."

　　 said, she rolled up the hair around her ears and showed a nice smile.

　　 With a word, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly stagnated, and the low noise spread. Everyone looked at Huai Shi's eyes more and more hot, almost burning this dog to death here.

　　 Rika smiled and was generous.

　　 Then, under the guidance of the servants, he took Huai Shi and left the banquet hall.

　　 Huaishi feels that she is bad again.

　　 is not excitement, but uncomfortable.

　　 The sense of crisis from the body of Ewha is getting worse and disturbing.

　　 Along the way, Ewha smiled and walked forward. After the servant opened the door, she turned her back and said: "I have a secret thing to talk about with Mr. Huaizhi, so you don't have to come close."

　　 "Yes." The servant nodded frantically, and after a few steps back respectfully, he turned and left.

　　 In the dead silence, Ewha watched people walking away, then slowly closed the door, and smiled at the cautious and doomed Huai Shi in the room.

　　 Huai poems, if you want to speak but then stop, stop and want to stop.

　　 Full attention, beware.

　　 I'm afraid that she will take off her hypocritical mask in this place where no one else is, and want to show off the animal desire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and ruin her innocence.

　　 "Hold the paper man, don't be nervous."

　　 Sheng Tianmu Rika smiled, walked in, and said softly: "Come on, I'll show you something good..."

　　 said, she lifted her hair, unbuckled her belt, and then opened her spacious neckline, slowly shedding her delicate and gorgeous robe.

　　 Just in Huaishi's sluggish sight, she showed herself...the tight leather clothes without any reflection on her body, and all kinds of small and complicated intrusion devices.

　　 There is also an injection gun in his hand.

　　 When Huai Shi reacted, the injection gun in her hand was already against Huai Shi's neck and pulled the trigger.

　　The medicine enough to make hundreds of people fall into a drowsiness, just injected Huaishi's artery.

　　 Huaishi's eyes went black, and she fell to the ground involuntarily.

　　 Immediately after, she was lifted up by Ewha and threw it on the bed.

　　 "Sleep well, Huaishi."

　　 was in a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice calling his name, and then he saw a figure walking to the window, pushing the window open, and turning over into the night.

　　 He closed his eyes and fell asleep...that's strange.

　　 Is the drug resistance exercised by so many cooking magic dishes a joke?

　　 Huai poetry is in spirit!