I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 94 Melee - Part 1

During the thunderstorm at the end of September, a dozen Sumiyoshi-kai gangsters in black training uniforms rushed up, shouting.

The Fujii tree standing in front of the main house in the middle courtyard was soaked by the rain, and the transparent rainwater fell along the tip of the bamboo sword.

He raised his hand and quickly hit the leader of the thugs on the head with his sword. He turned around to avoid several bamboo swords that were slashing at him, moved sideways, and rushed into the crowd.

He flew forward and kicked someone down. He slashed the neck of the gangster who was charging towards him with his bamboo sword. He received a sneak attack on his back. Fujii looked sideways, turned the blade and slashed three times in a row. The sneak attack blocked the first blow.

His steps were unsteady, and with the second blow, his weapon fell out of his hand. With the third blow, he was hit by a sword in his shoulder and fell to the ground.

Knocking down four people in a breath, the remaining dozen gangsters began to pay attention to this pretty boy, and Ichikawa Reikichi also fell into a situation of fighting with a dozen gangsters.

Lu Mao Ruotou quietly watched the battle in front of him. His men held up a black umbrella for him. He took out a cigarette and someone lit it. He breathed in the spicy smell of nicotine and waited patiently for the destruction of these people.

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"Come together!"

More than ten gangsters completely surrounded the Fujii tree. Someone shouted and at the same time wielded a bamboo sword to chop down the Fujii tree in the circle.

Holding the weapon with both hands to block the pressure of more than a dozen bamboo swords, Fujii abandoned the sword and rolled on the spot, got close to one of the gangsters, hooked the opponent's ankle with jujitsu, fell to the ground, twisted his wrist, and took away his bamboo

sword.

Fujii Shu, who no longer wanted to hide his extraordinary physique, clenched the bamboo sword in his hand, which was four and a half times the physical strength of an ordinary person. He swung the sword and slashed several times with lightning speed, knocking down the three gangsters who formed a circle with their backs to him.

"You can really fight! So powerful?"

The surprised Midori looked at Fujii Shu who had killed nearly ten people, and waved to the men behind him.

"Twenty more people will come and see how good he can fight."

Fujii didn't even have time to breathe, and added a crowd of twenty people. The dense darkness made people feel desperate. If the middle courtyard couldn't accommodate a hundred people at the same time, these troublemaking gangsters would definitely have no moral ethics.

Swarmed up.

Picking up a bamboo sword that fell on the ground, Fujii changed it to dual-wielding. Although he was not as good as Miyamoto Musashi's Niten Yishi, and he did not have such outstanding sword skills that he could annihilate an entire family and challenge more than seventy people, he was extraordinary.

body can still create miracles.

If you look down from the sky, you can see a group of black-clad gangsters forming a half-moon shape, approaching Fujii Shu who is alone step by step. Some people cannot bear it anymore and rush towards him to show their bravery.

The man's left hand slashed mindlessly, and his right hand stabbed the chest. The man and his sword were thrown away, and he fell into the muddy water, losing the ability to fight.

The gangster's companions didn't care about the unlucky man on the ground. They roared like beasts and braved the heavy rain to defeat Fujii Shu.

Fujii, who was in the dual-sword style, waited with cold eyes. When the nearest gangster came within a foot and a sword distance, his whole body instantly activated, his feet stepped on the ground to provide impact, and he bounced into the crowd, causing chaos.

They slashed several times with one hand and one sword. Regardless of whether the hit part was vital or not, the gangster who was struck by the sword was in unbearable pain and lost the ability to fight. It can be seen from their red and swollen arms that most likely they were fractured on the spot.

After being struck by a sword on the shoulder, Fujii drew his sword and stabbed back, knocking the attacker back a few steps. He stumbled to the ground and gasped sadly while holding his chest.

Within a few breaths, the circle around Fujii Tree was filled with rolling and wailing gangsters. Less than half of the twenty-odd gangsters were left, all huddled together, tremblingly raising their swords, their faces pale.

Is this man a monster?

Can we really deal with him?

Let's just pretend to be dead when they start fighting later. It must be very painful to see what happens to them, right?

Everyone looked at each other in shock, and no one dared to take the initiative to come forward. With an income of two to three hundred thousand yen a month, why are you fighting for your life?

"Assholes, are you still members of the Sumiyoshi-kai! Come on, whoever defeats this guy will be rewarded 10 million yen!"

Midori Wakatou was so angry that even a hundred people couldn't solve the Ichikawa Gym. He might be the next one to go to the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

Next to him, Reikichi Ichikawa knocked down five or six people and then fell to the ground. The injured Nobutaka Ichikawa was still dealing with seven or eight gangsters.

This guy is really as good as Aji said, a natural-born swordsman!

After all, Ichikawa Nobutaka is a solid eighth-dan kendo master. He still had time to observe Fujii's performance during the battle, and became increasingly satisfied with the young man who was about to join Ichikawa's Itto-ryu.

With the temptation of a huge bounty, the remaining sixty or seventy gangsters no longer care that the Central Court cannot accommodate so many companions. With so many of them, no matter how hard the enemy fights, they will exhaust their strength and lose!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The hysterical and crazy roars emboldened him, and the crowd swarmed forward, drowning the gangsters rolling on the ground, and covering every corner of the central courtyard.

Fujii lowered his head to dodge several bamboo swords, raised his hand to chop down one person, and felt a burning pain on his back. He turned the sword with his right hand and stabbed without looking back, knocking down the attacker from behind.

Flexibly avoiding a sudden slashing bamboo sword, Fujii looked at the sneak attack in surprise.

The person wearing the same black training uniform, but with a white scarf tied on his forehead, obviously did not have the skills of an ordinary gangster. If he hadn't been in a state of high-altitude, it would have been difficult for him to dodge this blow.

"Beichen Yitōryu, exempt person, seventh degree of swordsmanship, Yichuan Shuzuo."

This man with extraordinary skills was originally a master who was hired with huge sums of money to deal with the mysterious swordsman who cut off the steel pipe that day. Due to the ethics of a swordsman, Ikawa Shusaku did not intend to participate in a battle where he was bullying the minority, but he

After receiving millions of yen in benefits, I can't watch my employer fall short. Who will ask him to kill people in the future?

After bowing to a ninety-degree salute, Yichuan Shusaku, holding a bamboo sword, repelled the surrounding gangsters and opened up a ten-meter-wide open space. He wanted to deal with this difficult guy single-handedly.

After fighting for so long, your strength has been exhausted, right?

Ikawa Shusaku calculated Fujii's remaining physical strength. This opponent, who had simple sword skills but amazing physical fitness, relied on his strengths and was no longer as scary as he was at the beginning.

Although some victory is not possible with force, sword skills are inherently killing skills. As long as you can win, you are strong.

He slowly stepped forward, moved his body, and approached the Fujii tree cautiously.

And the strong one is righteous!

Carrying out his thoughts in his mind, Ikawa Shusaku raised his sword and stabbed Fujii Shu's throat. The force was like wind and thunder, and a sound broke through the air.

"Crack!"

Swinging his sword to counter Ikawa Shusaku's thrust, Fujii's other left hand stabbed at the same time. It was not his dominant left hand, but the force and speed he exerted on the bamboo sword despite his extraordinary physique were still astonishing.

"Drink, ha!"

Shouting to cheer up, Ikawa Shusaku parried Fujii's direct thrust with his backhand. The bamboo sword scraped his ears, and the sound of breaking through the air shook his eardrums, causing blood to ooze out.

(End of chapter)