I teach kendo in Tokyo

After saying that, Konma Kenichi lightly tossed his beloved knife again, then held the handle of the knife and waved his hand!

The scabbard was thrown towards Kazuma like a dart.

There are many moves like this that use the scabbard as a flying prop in actual kendo, and there are even moves to hit people with the handle of the sword.

Kazuma turned his head to avoid the scabbard whizzing by, his eyes always locked on Kenichi Konma who rushed after the scabbard.

His left thumb holding the scabbard gently pushed the guard of the knife, and with a clang, Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune was pushed out of the scabbard, and a small blade was pushed out.

The next moment, Iai's I skill was activated, and Kazuma slashed out with a devastating blow.

He simply didn't consider the possibility that this sword actually cut Konama Kenichi in half.

Because it is impossible for a man who can't even catch this sword to inspire such high fighting spirit.

The moment the blades collided, the huge prefectural martial arts gym tripped.

The lights suddenly went out, and the entire environment instantly darkened, and the sparks generated by the friction between the blades became extremely eye-catching——

Someone was shouting: "Go check the switch! Restore power quickly!"

While the staff were busy, two sword lights collided repeatedly in the dim environment, and the firelight splashed like leaping elves.

Finally, when the power supply was restored and the lights came on again, Kiryu Kazuma and Konma Kenichi once again distanced themselves.

Kazuma stared at Kenichi Konma, he didn't want any more delays.

In the continuous fight just now, he already understood that the endless sword fighting and reaction would only lengthen the duel pointlessly.

Although the sword light and sparks look good, if you watch them too much, you will get bored.

The next blow determines the outcome——

They read this message from each other's expressions.

Kazuma knew that the next blow from the opponent would be a life-saving blow, and he would also respond with a life-saving blow.

Never be sloppy.

After confirming this will, the two took a deep breath together.

The final intersection where everything is on the line!

The ending of the life-and-death battle between the swordsmen singing loudly on the road to hell——

The last scene of dancing on the road to the afterlife full of flowers from the other side——

The blades intersected, and everything was frozen in the moment before the resting sign!

Kenichi Konma's Murasame stabbed Kazuma in the heart, but Kazuma blocked it with his right hand. In the end, the tip of the knife stopped at Kazuma's flank, and when inserted, it could only pierce the organs in the flank.

This is sacrificing your dominant hand in exchange for your life. It can be said that you give up your car to save your handsomeness.

Kazuma's usual left-hand knife was used to slash Konma Kenichi's neck, and the blade stopped at his Adam's apple.

Blood was flowing down Kazuma's right arm. Even though the sparring was just a one-on-one fight, with Murasame's sharpness, Kazuma's forearm was still torn open.

And because Kenichi Chikama's throat was too close to the Bizen Nagafune Ichimonji Masamune blade, blood slid down the blade.

Kazuma: "I'll win with you."

Kenichi Chima: "No, it's because my skills are inferior to others."

Then the two of them took back their beloved knife and swung it together.

The blood of both men was thrown onto the newly waxed wooden floor of the Prefectural Martial Arts Hall at the same time.

"I'll come back and ask for advice when my hand is better." Kenichi Konma grinned, "You won't win so easily next time!"

"No, it won't be easy for me to win this time."

After talking to Ma, the two laughed loudly, completely forgetting about the injuries they had just suffered.

Kazuma liked this pleasant feeling very much.

However, as a warrior, you must never forget to maintain your weapons at all times.

Kazuma was about to take out a cleaning cloth and wipe the knife - Japanese swords are very expensive. If you don't wipe them clean and put them back into the sheath, they will be so rusted that they can't be pulled out the next day.

In fact, anyone who has used a carbon steel kitchen knife at home knows that if you leave the knife without wiping the blood after cutting the meat, it will be completely rusted the next day and cannot be used unless it is cut.

At this time, Kazuma suddenly noticed that his right arm was still bleeding.

"Fuck," Kazuma exclaimed, "I'm bleeding all over the floor!"

Nanjo and Mikako ran over here carrying a medical kit each.

Chima Kenichi was worried about how to clean the knife with one hand. When Kazuma gave in, he finally remembered that there was still blood on his neck - the wound was not deep, but it looked terrible.

"I need a bandage!" Kenichi Konma yelled.

Komori Shanling ran over with a look of disgust on her face: "What are you shouting for? Here we come."

"Aren't you worried about me?" Kinma Kenichi's grievance was visible to the naked eye.

"Being able to shout means that your vocal cords are not broken. It's scary." Komori Yamarei said.

At this time, someone applauded in the stands on the second floor.

Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause resounded throughout the entire Prefectural Martial Arts Hall.

Kazuma looked towards the second floor and saw an old man he had never seen before, wearing a kimono with the logo of the All Sword Federation, standing in the C position among a group of uncles and uncles.

The old man has white hair and a beautiful face. He seems to be making great progress. He seems to have no problem beating ten Japanese horses in one go.

Because the distance was too far, Kazuma couldn't see clearly the words above the old man's head, but it was certain that the old man had at least two entries and skill levels.

"I didn't expect that the Showa era is almost coming to an end, and I can still see such a wonderful showdown between two young people.

"You two, the duel just now was very flexible, but it can be seen that you have excellent foundation and master the 'style' of your respective schools very well.

"The Kendo Tournament has not discovered outstanding talents like you for many years. I was even worried that the inheritance of practical kendo would end here and give way to competitive kendo. It seems that I was overly worried."

Kazuma listened carefully to the old man's words. Last time, Ping Zhongmin's teachings directly allowed him to steal the level of Beichen Itto-ryu. With that experience, he said to this kind of kendo senior who looked very cool, that was a I don’t want to let go of any word.

But the other person obviously just wanted to comment and had no intention of giving any further advice. However, the conversation changed and he asked Kazuma: "Kiryu-kun, are you a teacher of Natural Rishin-ryu? Why do you only use Shinto-ryu and Beichen?" A one-sword style move?"

Kazuma was suddenly embarrassed.

But the other party did not ask further questions, but said to himself: "Actually, this is not bad, and it is also a way to learn from the strengths of other schools.

"However, mastering a style first will help you find your own martial arts."

Kazuma bowed to the old man on the second floor: "Thank you for the guidance."

"You're welcome, I just said a few words. Instead, I want to thank you for presenting such a wonderful competition. However, it is a pity that you failed to carry it out to the last scene.

"A warrior needs emotions, but he cannot be controlled by emotions." As he said that, the old man jumped up, fell from the second floor, and stood firmly in front of Kazuma and Kenichi.

"That's enough nonsense. I'm here to present awards. Kiryu-kun who won is the champion, and Konma-kun who was defeated is the runner-up."

Kenma Kenichi was shocked: "Huh? I...withdrew due to injury..."

"You can ask anyone below who wants to challenge your runner-up qualification." The old man smiled.

Kenichi Chima glanced at the original runner-up and scratched his head.

And Kiryu Kazuma, at this time, was staring at the entry above the old man's head.

The appearance of the Juggernaut entry is reasonable. Although the level of New Yinliu 97 is exaggerated, I have seen it before. It is almost exaggerated.

Kazuma stared at the old man's permanent entry.

What the hell is Fenglin Huoshan?

Oh my god, is it true that the dragon behind the queen is fighting against the tiger of Jia Fei?

Kazuma put away the excitement of the duel and asked cautiously: "We don't know who you are yet, may I ask..."

"As the master of the gym, you don't know His Excellency Masago Kamizumi, the president of the All Japan Kendo Federation?" Nanjo looked at Kazuma in surprise.

"Eh?"

"I'm not a singer, so it's normal if I don't know him." Kamizumi just reached out and patted Kazuma on the shoulder, "Not bad, but we still need to work hard. I've also heard some interesting things, and I have a piece of advice for this. : For warriors, the more severe the test, the more nourishing they are.

"If you can join the Kendo Club of Tokyo University next year, you can consider challenging the Yulong Banner."

After saying that, Shangquan just turned around, took the Kuixing flag from the steward, and handed it to Kazuma.