Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Oh, are you the Sword Master of the Children's Palace?" Xia Di looked at Chu Zihang up and down, and could tell at a glance that this boy was related to the irritable old man's fan in the morning.

Although their temperaments are completely opposite, their appearance is very similar. If the child in front of him grows taller, he will be a mini version of Chu Tianjiao.

It's just that this boy is different from his father, who is as cold as ice cubes just taken out of the refrigerator: "I am not a sword master in the Youth Palace, but no one in the swordsmanship class is my opponent yet."

Chu Zihang had no interest in bragging, nor did he like the title of Sword Master of the Children's Palace. He just told a fact plainly.

Past experience taught him that everyone has their glorious moments, so don’t take a moment as eternity.

Even though he is now recognized as the strongest in the kendo class, and even the class leader may not be his opponent, who can guarantee that there won't be an absurdly strong pervert entering the class tomorrow.

Maybe he was held high one second and thrown to the ground the next. Only mediocre people who cannot recognize themselves will be arrogant. A true master will always have the heart of a disciple.

"Hey, I like your humble way of showing off." Xia Di approached Chu Zihang and reached out to grab his face to destroy the aloof aura surrounding him.

Chu Zihang frowned and turned his head to avoid the attacking hand, his eyes were like a disturbed lion cub, with a little annoyance.

Xia Di, who was disliked, did not take back his hand, but instead patted the young man on the shoulder:

"Haha, young people should stop frowning all the time and smile more. The hard days will be long in the future, and by then you won't be able to laugh even if you want to."

When he said this, he did not forget to glance at Lu Mingfei, who was standing next to the knife rest to provide support, as stupid as a big-headed bear.

The words of experience from those who had experienced it failed to arouse Chu Zihang's approval, but instead made the young man frown even more.

Because every time I meet that man, he says the same thing.

"Aren't you here to play football?" Not wanting to think of bad things at this moment, the young man brought the topic back to playing football.

At this moment, the two of them are standing in a square pattern, which is exactly the place where students usually catch and compare. They just need to pick up their weapons and start hacking each other passionately.

When the surrounding students heard this, they tacitly moved out of the way, and the class leader, who was still angry at first, also put down his hand on the handle of the knife.

Originally, he was worried that he would lose control in his anger and beat the shit out of this young man. But now that his proud disciple has stepped forward and accepted the fight, he can rest assured and just be a spectator.

He is a martial arts practitioner. You can tell whether Xia Di has received professional training from his breathing rhythm and walking manner. According to his observation, this guy is completely an ordinary person. He is still the kind of person who sits for a long time without exercising and gets angry even if he takes two steps. Panting sub-healthy people.

"Okay, I'll play with you." Xia Di had a frivolous smile on her face, which made people feel offended.

Chu Zihang was unmoved. He looked at the broom stick in the other person's hand: "Is this what you use?"

The broom stick in the kendo class is not made of solid wood, but a four-foot-long bamboo pole. In terms of strength and durability, it is incomparable to the wooden sword in his hand.

He doesn't want to take advantage of this.

But Xia Di just pretended to be cool: "I'm afraid I'll beat you to tears with a wooden knife."

These words were extremely arrogant. Even though Chu Zihang was far more mature than his peers, he couldn't help but clenched his fists in anger.

The silly big bear has slightly adapted to Xia Di's arrogance. Maybe he would have refuted it yesterday, but this morning's experience made him understand that people are different.

Some people talk big just to impress and then forget about it. And some people can really turn all the boasts into reality, shocking everyone's jaws.

In fact, when he saw Chu Zihang on stage just now and found out that the so-called sword master of the Youth Palace was about the same age as himself, Lu Mingfei was worried that Master Xia would lose face and bully the child, so he called him over to compete with the senior brother in the kendo class.

With his body's five limbs underdeveloped and his physical strength not yet restored to a healthy state, there is a high probability that he will be pressed to the ground and rubbed when he comes on the field, which would be embarrassing and humiliating.

Fortunately, Uncle Xia played steadily and did not give Mr. Lu a chance to show off his strength.

It really fits that sentence: Uncle, I like to bully children the most.

"Come on, let me see what the Sword Master of the Children's Palace is capable of." Xia Di saw that the atmosphere was about to heighten, and he would become an evil and charming villain if he continued to provoke. He decisively announced that the competition would officially begin with the big one bullying the small one.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chu Zihang drawing out the knife. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and got into a stance. He adjusted his breathing before approaching him with steady and powerful steps.

The young man did not rush to attack. Even though he knew that the bamboo pole in Xia Di's hand could not withstand one of his slashes, his instinct told him that he must not take it lightly.

This seemingly ordinary man, with a casual posture full of flaws, was obviously just weighing the weight with a broom stick, but he felt like a butcher standing in front of the livestock, wondering where to start.

The kendo hall was so quiet that one could hear the needle drop. Everyone was holding their breath and watching the two sides on the field. Even if the students couldn't see the secret, they could see it from the slowly becoming serious expressions of Senior Brother Chu and the class leader. Clues emerge.

This good-looking big brother has something!

Real sword fighting is often extremely short, and it only takes a few seconds to decide the outcome, or even decide life or death.

Both of them were not wearing protective gear on the field, which meant that this would be a competition where injuries might occur. Chu Zihang had to stay focused and seize the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one strike as much as possible.

He was not sure how to control his strength while pursuing speed, so he had to avoid vital parts, which greatly limited his performance.

Perhaps seeing his concerns, Xia Di kindly reminded: "You can attack any part of the body. Don't worry about hurting me. It's less likely than you to have a bad stomach tonight."

As he spoke, he glanced at the boy's abdomen.

At this moment, taking advantage of the moment when the other party's eyes left, Chu Zihang suddenly took a step forward and slashed diagonally with the wooden knife in his hand, hitting Xia Di's right leg lightly on the floor.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Chu Zihang felt that his attack was neutralized, and a force of skill pulled his wooden knife and struck the floor.

He raised his eyes and saw that the broomstick had hit the spine of the wooden knife at some point. No matter how hard he tried, he could not push it away.

"I told you, don't worry about hurting me." Xia Di looked at Chu Zihang, who was struggling to no avail, with a bad smile.

Lu Mingfei in the distance shuddered when he saw this. He had been tortured by Xia Di in this state in the morning, and his body was completely crumbling. In the beginning, badminton was just an adaptation process for him, but the subsequent sports were merciless, and he was tortured as hard as he could to leave a psychological shadow.

Momo lit a candle in his heart for the poor Young Palace Sword Master. Lu Mingfei hoped that after this calamity, his sword heart would not be broken and he would never recover.

But it was obvious that this young swordsman, who was indifferent to emotion and anger, would not give in easily. He flipped his wrist to control the wooden knife and broke free from the clamp of the broom stick from the side, and repositioned himself.

The young man's eyes were stern, his thin lips slightly opened, and he uttered two words:

"Come again."