Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Roaring is one of the most primitive reactions of living things when facing "danger" and "pressure".

Tigers and lions, beings at the top of the food chain, will roar to show their power and power.

The powerful roar of the "predator" is enough to arouse the timidity in the "prey" and even make it kneel on the ground in fear.

——This is the "Qihe" in Kendo.

At the moment when the two figures roared.

Almost everyone present heard a ringing in their ears, their bodies trembled subconsciously, and they even thought it was the "roar" of a liger beast.

And this is just the residual power felt off the court.

If they had been on the field, they would have been so frightened that their limbs were weak, let alone the strength to swing the bamboo sword.

But neither of the two people on the field was affected.

Bang! Bang! !

Two blue figures attacked each other so fast that only two afterimages could be seen, as if two blue scrolls were unfolding.

The bamboo sword in his hand slashed down, and a left cross cut that he had practiced tens of thousands of times cut through the air, causing a harsh scream.

Step in, swing your sword across—all in one movement.

However, he faced the bamboo sword that was slashing towards the front door.

The taller figure "collapsed" without warning.

He flashed under the graceful arc drawn by the bamboo sword!

The clear light of the bamboo sword in his hand flashed from bottom to top, making a strange arc that was different from any other sword skills, and struck the opponent's jaw.

——Kingshin Akechi-ryu·Reverse Rolling Blade-ryu.

The "short man"'s stern face showed a trace of ripples, and the bamboo sword in his hand was loosened and tightened.

Bang! Bang bang! !

In the blink of an eye, the two bamboo swords collided multiple times, and a cloud of dust exploded.

next moment.

Looking at the opponent's neutral head, the "short man" raised his bamboo sword high, about to perform a chopping technique.

Holding a sword high is undoubtedly a high-risk behavior.

If the enemy is fast enough and within the attack range, you can easily punch through his chest.

So, he's betting.

He was betting that the flaw was the other side's mistake.

Unfortunately, he made the wrong bet.

"call……"

The bamboo sword in his hand was raised high, and he was about to chop it down.

I saw that the other party showed a strange speed that had never been seen before.

It's like a piece of silk is wrapped around the blade. The movement of the wrist is graceful and graceful, and the bamboo sword flips in the hand.

What was originally an upward movement with the sword turned into a slash like flowing water.

——King Xin Zhiliu·Tian Ping Yiwen.

The "short man"'s pupils shrank slightly, he didn't expect that the opponent could change his sword moves so smoothly.

He didn't have time to take back the foot he had stepped out and the sword he had struck down.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword, like the tail of a giant dragon, slashed towards his belly from left to right.

Bang! !

The two people's positions were exchanged between rapid steps, and the knife turned into two phantoms in the rapid swing.

It takes less than three seconds to kill each other.

From extreme movement to extreme stillness, the start and stop are extremely abrupt.

The two staggered out of the way, still holding their knives in defense, like two sculptures with their backs to each other.

"..."

"Shorty" looked down at his chest.

A white mark is clearly visible on the blue kendo uniform.

The knife spread out in a rustling manner, like a wall being pushed in front of him, and the murderous aura was so strong that it was suffocating.

He didn't leave any room.

In other words, he couldn't leave any room under that sword.

but……

——The victory has been decided.

That's what kendo competition is all about.

It's not just a back-and-forth fight, where the outcome is often decided in just a moment.

Bang bang bang! !

The stadium suddenly burst into thunderous applause and cheers from adults and children.

"Mom! So handsome!"

"Elbow! Mom will take you to sign up!"

"Daddy, daddy! I want to learn that!"

"Ahem, dad doesn't know how to do it, but dad also wants to learn."

In the entire training center, there was only a middle-aged coach drinking tea, sitting under the calligraphy and painting "Heart as still as water", nodding with a sage expression on his face.

Looking at the two "students" saluting in the field, there was neither joy nor sorrow on their faces. It seemed that they had no expectations for the outcome of this sparring match from the beginning.

Until those parents with expectant and amazed faces ran up to him with their children.

Only then did a slightly lewd smile appear on the middle-aged coach's face.

"Ahem, the tuition is 3,600, and there are 36 classes in total. Please line up and pay, don't worry..."

On the field, the two people wearing protective gear also stood still.

The "short man" took off his mask, revealing his face with clear lines.

The eyebrows are dark and straight, as sharp as a sword.

Unfortunately, he is facially paralyzed.

"What are those moves called?"

Chu Zihang's dark eyes looked in front of him and asked expressionlessly.

Before he even drew his sword, he already felt a chill.

It was like the cold air had passed through my heart, and I had the illusion that the murderous energy was frozen.

"Did you do that just now?"

The side that won the duel on the right also took off its mask.

Jiang Shouyun's face showed no joy at winning. He just smiled lightly and said, "Kage Shin Akechi-ryu."

"what is that?"

"..."

Looking at the serious Chu Zihang in front of him, Jiang Shouyun smiled helplessly and said: "Kingshin Akechi-ryu, one of the three major schools of swordsmanship in Edo."

It is a genre that emphasizes graceful movement.

Of course it’s not all about beauty.

Okada Izo, known as the "man-slayer", is from the Kagenshin Akechi-ryu.

"Is that the ancient killing sword?"

Chu Zihang glanced at Jiang Shouyun with a strange look.

He seems to be thinking about why they are all taught by the same teacher. The other person seems to be a decent person, but he looks like a wild boy.

You know, after the "Meiji Restoration", swordsmanship, like the tea ceremony, has become a part of traditional culture.

Cunning bamboo swords were invented for students in the kendo gym to hit and play with each other. Students from the kendo gym may only take photos with real swords when they graduate.

However, before the "Meiji Restoration".

Those who set up teaching centers are always waiting for someone to come and kick the hall and kill themselves with the sword.

And those vagabonds walked through the streets with wolf-like eyes, and would kill people if they disagreed.

Whoever carries a knife has the right to kill. Without legal sanction, human life is as fragile as a thin cherry blossom.

Therefore, the swordsmanship at that time was sinister, cruel and cruel, and not at all as elegant and decent as the swordsmanship of today.

at that age.

Swordsmanship is used to kill people, and only those who survive can be decent.

In order to kill people, one can act like a wolf, like a mouse, or even like an evil spirit.

——This is the so-called "ancient murderous sword".

And the feeling that Jiang Shouyun gave to Chu Zihang just now was really as cold as the evil ghost of death.

"what is that?"

Chu Zihang asked coldly.

Jiang Shouyun was seen holding a long object wrapped in black cloth in his hand.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Facing the other party's curious and probing eyes, Jiang Shouyun blinked and said with a smile, "Do you want to see it?"

As he spoke, he slowly untied the black cloths.

——It was a slender and cold knife. The blade was as black as ink, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up.

"This is called shallow beating"

Looking at Chu Zihang who was stunned, Jiang Shouyun narrowed his eyes and said softly: "It's my sword."