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Chapter 148 Nine-Headed Dragon Flash (please vote for me)

Faced with Ichikawa Ryozo's cruel words, Fujii smiled noncommittally. What's the point of just using words? When you came to fight for quotas and bully Minister Ichikawa, you didn't see a trace of kindness. Now that you are hurt by a stronger person, you feel

Are you the innocent party?

He reversed the blade and planned to reunite this annoying guy with his son as soon as possible.

Kill with one word!

At the beginning of the game, Fujii used Zatoichi's ultimate move, causing an afterimage of his body. Ichikawa Ryozo missed him, staggered forward a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The nylon knife in Fujii's hand was bent a lot, and the slash he just made landed on Ichikawa Ryozo's chest. He should be lucky to have the protection of protective gear, otherwise it would not be as simple as being unconscious.

"I'm in stress reaction shock. Let's lift him off."

The sports doctor who had just arrived not long ago had helplessly examined the unconscious Ichikawa Yoshizo on the ground. He looked at Fujii's eyes, a little eager to try. He really wanted to do a clinical study on why this kid's body structure could be knocked down casually.

other people.

Fujii put on his spare nylon sword, and the Ichikawa-ryu general Ryuhei Ichikawa finally came on the field, and the pinnacle battle of the game began.

"Be gentle, I'm not a young man and I can't stand the trouble."

Ichikawa Ryuhei showed weakness when he came up, and Fujii Shu held the sword with one hand instead of two hands. For the sake of Minister Ichikawa, he couldn't send his father to the hospital.

It only takes 30% of the force.

Fujii lowered his posture, stretched out his right hand, and held the sword horizontally with his left palm. Although the power of the flying sword style is greatly reduced due to the lack of a scabbard, it should be very reliable when used against ordinary swordsmen.

Dragon Nest Flash!

When the distance between the two was close to one foot and one sword, Fujii immediately drew his sword with his right hand and unleashed a series of chaotic slashes.

Fujii lowered his katana, holding the hilt with one hand and holding the end of the hilt with the other, using the exquisite moves of the Hiten-style swordsmanship. After being reminded, he slashed head-on.

So fast!

Fujii, who was at the front, recognized two acquaintances, Rie Watanabe, a policewoman from the Hachioji Police Station, and Sosuke Nagara, a special operations officer in a black suit. They should be the next team members to compete.

"Miss Watanabe, Mr. Nagara, long time no see."

Dragon flying flash!

In the instant movement of swinging the sword, the sword is accelerated by slapping the hand at the end of the handle, and the reverse slash from bottom to top cuts through the air in an instant.

Nagara, who passed by Imamura Togumo, turned around and stared at his gradually blurring back, with a look of determination on his face.

Nine-headed dragon flashes!

"Ahem! It's time for me to take action."

Ichikawa Ryuhei blocked them all one by one, his breathing became rapid, his steps swayed, and he avoided the incoming thrust. Before his body could stop, he moved half a step back based on his intuition.

Pointing to the tip of the sword in the distance, the corner of his mouth raised.

"despair!"

He admitted his failure generously, stopped when passing by Fujii, and said please.

"Be careful, this is my favorite trick."

Ichikawa Ryuhei laughed, as if Ichikawa-ryu's defeat in the game had little impact on him, but his back view before leaving seemed somewhat lonely.

In the studio, Toshinori Otake interrupted what the host Nobuo Yasuda was saying. Ichikawa Ryuhei, who was in the 8th dan of the ancient style and at his peak physical condition, faced off against Fujii. How much strength could he bring out?

Fujii looked at Ichikawa Ryuhei expectantly. Only in the fourth round did he have an opponent worthy of being serious. Those in front of him could not be called enemies at all.

"Long time no see. I didn't expect your sword skills to improve so quickly, Fujii-san. I've been watching competitions recently."

Ichikawa Ryuhei's thoughts flashed across his mind, and he blocked with his sword horizontally based on intuition. The moment he touched Fujii's tree, thousands of gravity surged from the blade of the sword, washing over his body. He knelt down and slid to the edge of the playing field, and was eliminated.

He barely stopped himself in front of the line.

In an instant, he slashed from eight directions. Ichikawa Ryuhei blocked them one by one with left and right moves. However, the final killing move was the thrust of the ninth slash. His eyes widened and he could no longer resist. This thrust was so powerful.

The wind and thunder only touched Ichikawa Ryuhei's faceplate lightly.

"I will teach him, don't be scheming, uncle."

Fujii looked down at the small area of ​​the smooth floor that was wetted, with a sense of satisfaction on his face. Opposite him, Ichikawa Ryuhei's chest was rising and falling, and his body was already on the verge of losing strength.

"Sui--!"

"Really? I'm going to Okinawa."

A drop of sweat slipped from Fujii's chin, passed through the ventilation slot under the visor, and hit the wooden floor.

"Ichikawa Itto-ryu, Shihan, Ichikawa Ryuhei."

Facing a powerful enemy, Ichikawa Ryuhei actually still wanted to chat, perhaps because he wanted to buy himself more time to recover.

Before leaving the kendo gym and disbanding, Imamura Togumo promised a benefit. As the instructor of the kendo club, he would have the authority to apply for activity funds after achieving results, so his credibility was quite high.

Rie Watanabe said hello, chatted for a few words, and left in a hurry because she was still in a hurry to play.

"It's such a cruel force. You haven't tried your best, right? Otherwise I won't be able to save my leg."

"Just watch quietly! This battle now is a rare showdown between masters."

But when the Waseda University Kendo Club team left the kendo gym through the contestant passage, a familiar person walked towards them.

Does he have ninth-level sword skills? With this monster-like body, he is really another Takeshi Sawai!

In the studio, Toshinori Otake could see the level of Fujii's sword skills, and he was worried. He hoped to meet such an opponent later in the national competition.

Dragon Hammer Flash!

Fujii jumped up high, and with the help of his sinking momentum and the strength of his body, he used a heavy slash from the Flying Mitsurugi style. Ichikawa Ryuhei did not forcefully intercept it, but rolled to avoid it. He could no longer avoid Fujii with his normal sliding steps.

This is the trick.

Are you sweating? It’s so rare.

Fujii didn't feel any pain, but Ichikawa Ryuhei's calf was trembling slightly. If it were a normal person, it would have broken bones and tendons.

Is this also a practitioner? It feels delicious too.

There was a sound piercing the air from the side, and Fujii raised his sword to block Ichikawa Ryuhei's slash. The two of them closed the distance, kicked each other's legs at the same time, and each took a few steps back.

Although he only used 30% of his strength, Ichikawa Ryuhei's performance proved that he could deal with Fujii in the current situation.

Finally, I have an opponent who can warm me up.

"I am lucky for you all during this time. When the local contestants' championship is over, I will take you on a trip, teacher. You can choose the location and the school will pay for it."

The last sword, let's take a rest.

At the beginning of the first round, Ichikawa Ryuhei approached Fujii Tree cautiously, raised his sword in the middle, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the opponent's center line, and walked steadily.

The referee on the sidelines thought that this slight injury did not constitute harm, but Ichikawa Ryuhei smiled relaxedly, took off his face shield and helmet, and raised his arms high.

Faced with a qualified opponent, Fujii took the initiative to report his name.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!!!"

At an extreme disadvantage, Ichikawa Takahei stood up and quickly ran towards the Fujii tree in the center of the field. Their weapons collided dozens of times in mid-air, changing positions and postures, and at the same moment they stopped attacking and stood apart.

This person's aura, yes! It's the guy in the underground parking lot.

Imamura Togumo, who had his back to Nagara Sosuke, moved his lips and noticed that Nagara Sosuke was unusual.

The thunderous blow missed and stopped in a space half a centimeter above the ground. If Fujii's attack was carried out, the sword would definitely break here.

Ichikawa Ryuhei's momentum has not weakened at all, it is completely different from the beginning.

Fujii has seen through Ichikawa Ryuhei's intention, and he is also planning to teach Ichikawa Reikichi some sword skills, so that our Ichikawa chief will not have gaming experience.

"You take care of my son Liji. If his strength can't keep up, let him go back to Ichikawa Dojo."

"The attack is ineffective, Waseda's army is not strong enough..."

But Fujii Shu remained motionless, just waiting for Ichikawa Ryuhei to step forward.

Lowering his posture, Fujiiki charged up a kick and used the flying sword-style ultimate move without reservation.

"I admit defeat. A swordsman only has one life. I lost my life just now."

"Haha, I don't use any scheming. I just rely on your opinion whether to teach or not. As a father who is a defeated general, I can't help him reach a high level."

"Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu, don't let everyone pass it on, Fujii Shu."

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go to Hawaii?”

"Is Hokkaido more interesting?"

The dozen or so kendo club students accompanying the team were all talking. Imamura Toyun looked at Fujii in the crowd with a bright smile.

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