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Chapter 155: The last calm before the storm 4K9

Looking down at the cobblestones on the ground, Gafan looked around at the far-flung outdoor corridors and a small bamboo forest further away, and couldn't help but look a little surprised.

This courtyard is quite big.

I teleported in before, so I didn't notice it at all.

"Mr. Gafan?"

Fan Ma Renya, who had already adjusted his condition and was ready, couldn't help but remind him when he saw the man in front of him looking so distracted.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I got distracted."

Gafan shook his large sleeves out of boredom, and Gafan scratched the back of his head in annoyance.

After all, to be honest...he doesn't like bullying ordinary people.

It would be better to say that he doesn't like any meaningless battle.

And being such an adult, he has no interest in things like showing off, so in fact, he originally refused to compete, but...

The short old man actually tried to seduce himself with money and accommodation.

This is so simple.

vulgar!

So, looking at the serious-looking young man in front of him, Gafan, who had solved the problem of food and accommodation in the past few days, silently looked away and began to think.

He is not prepared to expose his inhuman side in the daily world, so as not to cause unnecessary panic and trouble to the locals, so...

"Old man, do you have anything like a wooden sword?"

"Huh? Mr. Gafan, are you also a swordsman?"

Tokugawa Mitsunari, who was already ready to watch the battle, was stunned, "Yes, there is...is it OK to use a bamboo sword?"

In fact, he originally wanted to use a real sword, but considering safety issues, he suppressed this dangerous idea.

"Uh, that's okay too."

Gafan said with a somewhat uncertain tone.

When he was in the previous world, he happened to meet Enichi Jiguo and the others who were looking for magic props during an adventure trip. They went with him for a few days, and out of interest, he asked the guy for a quick version of swordsmanship. Then......

He found that he had found someone who was as strict as Bai Lao.

I hit the ground hundreds of times every day!

Not paying attention to the strange looks from others, Gafan covered his face as he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

Forget it, just use the sword, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.

And Purgatory Anjuro, who was sitting in the outdoor corridor far away with his arms folded, also looked thoughtful.

"It turns out that Gafan can also use a sword. Although he seems to be a novice, it can be seen from his stance that he has a certain level of proficiency. It's strange."

"It's not surprising. Gafan received crash training from an old man and a man with a flame pattern on his left forehead. Those two carbon-based creatures are quite powerful."

At this time, System, who was sitting next to him and was also preparing to watch the battle, interrupted, but he didn't even look at the other party, and just concentrated on dealing with the glutinous rice dumplings in his mouth.

Next to it was a small plate and a cup of hot tea that Tokugawa Mitsunari helped bring.

The two slender calves hung naturally, dangling at a distance from the cobblestones on the ground.

"Although I don't understand what the purpose of learning that stuff is, but it's still pretty good as a way to keep fit."

With his cheeks bulging, the system spoke vaguely.

Then she didn't bother to care about the man next to her, although she could feel that he was not a bad person.

"Oh, that's it...little girl, are you Gafan's daughter?"

"Fuck you, that's not true!!!"

The system suddenly went crazy.

"I'm older than him!"

"Eh? Yes, is that so? Sorry, I really didn't see it."

"Fuck, stay away from me, I hate you!"

He stood up, picked up the empty plate and tea cup, and walked away angrily.

She was going to find the old man to order more.

The confused Purgatory Anjuro was left sitting there, wondering what he had said wrong.

"This child... doesn't have any human breath in him, and he's not a ghost."

Muttering to himself, he fell into confused thoughts.

The few Baixiu who stayed next to him were also looking at the Sun-Ren Sword he had put aside curiously, ready to move.

Ordinary people cannot see them because of a cognitive block someone helped put in place.

Even though, right now, there are hundreds of little white dumplings running around curiously in this quite large house.

"Hey!"

"Hey hey hey."

"Bai Xiu, please help me find the refrigerator here, and don't eat secretly."

"Hey???"

after a little while.

In the open-air courtyard, Gafan, who had a bamboo sword in his hand, touched his chin and looked down at the thing he had seen for the first time.

Long, thin, and extremely smooth and round.

Then he weighed the thing with his hands.

"Does it feel similar to a stick?"

"Mr. Gafan, can we start?"

At this time, Blade Ya asked again, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

At this time, he had already adjusted his condition to its peak, and his body naturally assumed a posture that was unique to him.

Place your center of gravity on your toes and stand with your legs in front and back naturally, exposing only your side to the front and minimizing the parts that your opponent can see.

Use the shoulder close to the opponent to protect the chin to hinder the opponent's attack. Place the dominant hand next to the chin, hold the fist lightly, and be ready to swing it at any time.

The hands in front of the body can be used for offense or defense, and the hand shape can be flexibly adapted to the specific situation.

This was not a deliberate study, but a posture that was naturally formed after he had gone through many battles and was the most suitable for him.

"Well, come on."

After casually trying to wave the bamboo sword in his hand twice, Gafan nodded in agreement.

Then, the next moment.

A fist was already in front of him.

"Bang!"

Using the ultimate force-removing technique, in just the blink of an eye, Fan Ma Renya had shortened the distance between the two by more than ten meters and swung his fastest fist.

Among the existing modern martial arts, fighting skills, and fighting sports, there is one of the fastest techniques that can easily surpass human reflexes. Even if the opponent knows that he will be attacked and is fully prepared, he will never be able to defend against it.

According to the words of a certain strongest creature on earth, that is Ultraman Galaxy Phantom Super 44 Caliber Gatling Limit——

"Jab".

And his jab was faster than the flash of light!

Even Miyamoto Musashi successfully hit his jaw when he saw this move for the first time, and he knelt down on one knee and was unconscious for ten seconds.

Although part of this is because the other party wants to deliberately try his own tricks.

And the result this time?

"Click——"

A slight cracking sound was heard.

But that doesn't come from the opponent's facial bones, but...

His finger bones? !

Fan Ma Renya was shocked. He felt as if he was not hitting the human body, but punching the strongest alloy steel plate.

Hard, super hard!

Are these really human facial bones?

At this time, the other party's voice came.

"Uh, I forgot to turn it off...forget it, Basuga, you're pretty fast."

Seeing the rough fist in front of him that was only an inch away from his chin, but hit the "multi-layer barrier" on the body surface, Gafan also showed a little surprise while swinging the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Much faster than the boxers I used to see on TV."

It felt similar to the strange tiger he once encountered.

The wind roared, and Blade Ya tilted his head back subconsciously. Under his tightened pupils, the wooden sword almost brushed against the tip of his pen.

It was a sword wielded by the breathing method and the physical quality that had gradually become inhuman.

Ignoring the shock in his heart and the severe pain in his right finger bones, he quickly lowered his waist and turned back, widening the distance between the two parties.

Panting, Fan Ma looked surprised at the man in front of him.

After all, in terms of sword swing speed alone, in his memory, the fastest person in the world was a man named Isao Machii.

That guy can stand 21 meters away and split a BB bullet with an initial speed of 322 kilometers per hour.

And the current speed of this sword feels almost the same.

"Mr. Gafan, you are also very fast. You are a rare and powerful swordsman."

"Ahem, so what, it's okay."

Hearing these words, Gafan suddenly showed an embarrassed expression.

He is very good at swordsmanship.

However, this reaction was misunderstood by Fan Ma Renya as modesty.

The boy's face showed an increasingly excited expression.

After all, although he has fought countless opponents, this is the first time he has met someone who looks about the same age as him but seems to be on par or even better than him in strength.

So, at that moment, he couldn't help but launched another attack.

The knees take off force, and the muscles all over the body relax instantly, achieving ultimate relaxation and reaching a state like water.

Then it popped up like a spring, imagining his arm bones as countless joints, turning into a real whip, bearing the burden, and throwing it out at supersonic speeds.

This move was something he witnessed from Katsumi Yuchi, the second director of the Karate Shinshin Kaikan. After figuring out the secret, he made it his own.

Supersonic punch.

It was so powerful that the aftermath alone was enough to shatter the glass of an entire floor.

With human dynamic vision, it is absolutely impossible to see such a punch clearly.

Except in the non-human realm.

Taking a step back in advance, Gafan glanced at the empty fist with flat eyes, then strode forward to step on the opponent's instep, and swung the sword hilt directly upward to hit the opponent's chin.

He had been stunned countless times by Ji Guoyuan using this simple and unpretentious move.

When that guy was helping with training, he was really merciless.

"boom!"

Reluctantly, he raised his hand to his chin in advance. Regardless of the pain in his palm and his right foot sinking into the ground, he directly gritted his teeth and used his left leg to kick hard towards the opponent's vital part.

But the next moment his movements froze.

Because the front end of the bamboo sword had just touched his leg joint, the huge force prevented him from moving forward.