I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 142 Tian Centipede

"Well... you are... evil..."

Hiroi stared intently at Imamura Togumo's face, stepped back and pulled out the nylon knife from his abdomen. The nylon knife covered with a layer of black smoke was much harder than itself, and the blade was still straight, unlike the broken one in his hand.

The blade will break with just one cut and become useless.

"Don't blame me for this. If you had pretended that nothing happened, I would have let you go."

Imamura Tounzhen wiped away the blood on the surface of the knife, dyeing the white wall on one side red, raised his hand and swung the sword, slashed Hiroi's calf, and made the senior brother who had taught him kneel in front of him.

He gave up the knife and grabbed Hiroi's hair with his right hand. Black smoke poured out from the wound on the back of his hand, swallowing up the dying Hiroi. After a while, the hideous wound on his hand healed and disappeared, and black smoke poured into Imamura East.

Yun's body made him moan a few times in comfort.

Crystal tears fell from the corners of Imamura Toyun's eyes. He looked in the direction where Hiroi disappeared and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Guangjing."

He seemed to regret what he had done, but then he changed the topic and raised the corners of his mouth.

"But it was so delicious that I couldn't help it, so I had to start it. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

"I heard that Takeizawa of Tenshin Natural Style also took his two apprentices to compete in Kyushu. This should be our biggest enemy of Katori Shinto Style, right?"

He stood up slowly, took out the katana from his waist, held it in his back hand, and in an instant he slashed forward with the saber, cutting off the white smoke rising from the tea table.

"Have you memorized that move? It seems to be called the Reverse Ichimonji Slash. If you meet a young swordsman named Fujii Shu in the national competition, you must be careful with his move."

After devouring his former senior brother, Imamura Toyun closed his eyes and felt the effect. He punched out with an air-explosion sound. His body was nine times that of an ordinary person, making him unprecedentedly powerful.

The bald old man opened his hand and asked for money. Someone blew out the white wax and escaped in the dark.

“Welcome.”

"Baga! Don't even think about running away. Come with the money."

"Tian Centipede Pill, legend has it that hundreds of years ago, an eminent monk named Huiyuan obtained a bottle of pills from the Thousand-Legged Demon Queen. After taking it, his potential burst out within three hours, and he could compete with the legendary monsters.

contend."

"Let the tenth-level sword masters of our country deal with that kind of monster. Didn't they maintain their identity and dare not stop it last time? This time the championship is related to the national promotion policy, and it is time to lure the tiger down the mountain."

"call!"

"Big shock. Super high school level high school student Fujii Shu participated in the kendo competition after entering school and defeated two enemy generals."

The old man, who was over seventy years old, blew out the remaining fire on the Kodachi sword, put on a loose black kimono, and turned the blade into its sheath.

Standing in front of the shelves lined with magazines, Fujii picked up the magazine with his mosaic face printed on it. He was not an artist or other public figure, and he was underage. He could not use his portrait for commercial purposes without permission.

Yes, the permission for television broadcasting is determined at the time of competition, so there is no need to code it.

Maeda Shibukawa appropriately reminded his teacher that Takeizawa had swept all the ancient dojos in the island country for a millennium, and no one could resist him. After practicing for more than ten years, no one could tell how high his strength could be.

Clearly, they are all secretly speculating.

"Really, it's useless to count on you. In the end, you still have to rely on me."

"How much does this pill cost? I'll transfer it to you later."

Roars rang out in the darkness, swords flashed everywhere, and murderous intent spread across the sky.

——

The day after the second round of the competition, Fujii went shopping at the convenience store on the street from his apartment. He mainly bought some snacks and magazines to kill time. During the three-week local player championship, he and Ichikawa Riyoshi were both special

For those who have been granted leave, all courses during the period have been processed. The purpose is to allow them to recharge their batteries and concentrate on preparing for the competition. In addition to going to the school kendo activity room every afternoon to train and maintain their condition.

Next, it’s finally your turn, Fujii-san.

Maeda Shibukawa, Otake Toshinori's apprentice, was born in a martial arts family and has some relationship with the Maeda family. He is now an eighth-dan swordsman in the Katori Shinto style, and he will be able to be rated as a ninth-dan swordsman in a few years. His swordsmanship is actually not weaker than that of his teacher, but he is just a swordsman.

There are usually not two ninth-level swordsmen in the sect, lest one family becomes dominant.

"The friendship price is 100 million yen, no credit allowed, give it now."

The half-white-haired man in his fifties knelt down in front of the tea table and admired sincerely.

"However, the side effect is that it will take several years of life. At our age, if we take one pill, we will only live for a few days."

"It doesn't matter. I'm over eighty. Six hours of medicine is enough for me. As long as we can maintain the honor of our Toyama style, this price is nothing."

Imamura thought with satisfaction, picked up the crime tools on the ground, waved a cloud of black smoke, and eliminated the traces around him. After Hiroi's Civic sedan was covered, sparks appeared from the driving recorder in the car, and the entire vehicle was covered with smoke.

The car burst into flames from the fuel tank, and his figure moved further and further away under the firelight, shaking and twisting.

——

In front of the Japanese garden, Toshinori Otake, who was a kendo guest at Fujidai yesterday, was sitting on his knees in a flat house paved with teak floors. He had a sharp katana on his waist and was wearing a black traditional training suit with a tie on each shoulder.

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I turned to the second page and smiled bitterly. Sure enough, everyone had their own magical powers. The real face could not be seen in the newspaper, so I simply drew a portrait in a comic style. It was very difficult to sue, and even if I won the lawsuit, I wouldn't be able to pay much compensation.

The bald old man explained seriously, patted away the hand extended by the inch-haired old man, and continued.

"Last time I fought him to a draw before driving him away. Now that I am older, I am no longer my opponent."

Otake Toshinori seems to be very dissatisfied with the three tenth-dan sword masters who are overpowering him. They are the manipulators behind the island country's Kendo Association. As the oldest swordsmanship school, Katori Shinto-ryu is sometimes overshadowed by these derivative schools from the medieval era.

It's hard not to have opinions when you are pointing fingers.

Otake Toshinori, who is already a ninth-dan swordsman, is very modest. In the island country, the most you can pass is the eighth-dan swordsman. The higher-level ninth-dan swordsman and tenth-dan swordsman can only be obtained by swordsmen who are recognized as having outstanding strength. There are only three tenth-dan swordsmen in existence.

There were only a dozen or so ninth-dan swordsmen. Even in the Warring States Period, ninth-dan swordsmen were well-deserved swordsmen.

After taking a sip of hot tea, Otake Toshinori continued to perform. He preferred to study sword skills than intrigues, but he was in a world where he couldn't help himself.

——

In the dim room, he lit up one piece of white wax, put his dry and wrinkled hand on the other three, and touched the small sword on his waist. There was a flash of cold light, and the four pieces of white wax were lit at the same time, but they were also a little short.

"Takeshi Sawai, how to deal with it?"

"None of our disciples are a match for this man. After more than ten years of hard training in the mountains, he has become invincible."

"Is this a new move created by you, Shihan? It's very powerful."

The only old man with an inch hair who had ever had a relationship with Sawai was very discouraged. It was rare that the government wanted to revive kendo, and now he had to make wedding clothes for others.

The inch-haired old man also grabbed one. Even if he didn't use it, he could still keep it. The pills that flowed by themselves were indeed treasures. They could also get such forbidden drugs with incredible effects. They, the first-class people in the world, didn't have this ability.

As soon as he entered the door of the convenience store, the petite female clerk Hayata Naomi immediately bowed to him and saluted him. Fujii Shu smiled in return. The owner of this store, Matsumoto, was very interesting. He looked very much like the monk actor Shi Shi in the Japanese TV series Brave Yoshihiko, but he was

Curly hair, looking like a greasy uncle.

Opposite, the bald old man holding an ancient knife closed his eyes and asked. On the other side, the youngest participant frowned and scratched his silver-white short hair. He remained silent and placed a hand on his right hand.

A sword.

"Shikawa, I saw this move used by a contestant when I was explaining the show yesterday. However, I tried many times, but I couldn't reach the speed of that person. The original slash was so fast that it was hard to parry.

"

The old man pinched a pill and expressed his determination.

The inch-haired old man was annoyed by the other two staring at him and finally spoke.

The bald old man holding a knife in his arms took out a square wooden box from his clothes and popped open the lid. There were three smelly pills inside, each about the size of a marble.

Chocolate beans, Lay's potato chips, Feizhai Happy Water, and a box of ice cream.

Fujii read the magazine without interest, turned around and picked out his favorite snacks, took them to the cashier and handed them to the curly-haired middle-aged store manager Matsumoto.

"Hi! The total is 1,160 yen. Does the guest need anything else? Okamoto 001 is on sale at 50% off."

The store manager Matsumoto spoke the name of a certain health product without any explanation, as if Fujiiki could really use it.

(End of chapter)