Finished?

Meichuan thought first of all, it was impossible, but it was so fast. The second thing he thought was that he had finished the game, won or lost?

As a news crew, Meichuan can predict the senses of the kendo worlds on the court about Yu Bai. Not to mention broken arms and legs, they can play in the dojo duel, so that laymen can understand the gap. Not everyone can consume kendo to face the audio...

But the facts appeared in front of her. Meichuan's eyes turned to both sides and found that the audience on both sides of the aisle saluted the man, walked to her and had not let him go. In the quiet air of the audience, Meichuan didn't find a shocking possibility. She turned her head and landed in the center of the venue. She happened to see several medical staff in white coats carrying stretchers and lifting the sixth master from the Sword and Technicians...

Win.

It seems that the sixth-level master was injured quite poorly.

After removing the protective gear, the master in the clear swordsman uniform could not move, and he did not leave anything, but his hands were hanging from behind and left everyone's sight.

It is normal for medical staff to be prepared in the venue. After all, it is a national kendo competition, without any fists and feet. It is hard to say that there is a bad luck in the end... The focus is not on this.

What about nonsense?! Just this is the senior coach of the Youjian Skills Museum and the sixth master? I brag when the host introduced it!

Meichuan complained wildly, no wonder she didn't hear the sound of the host and the referee deciding the outcome on the radio, because she never expected that an interaction of recruiting students to advertise, the Sword and Technology Museum, as the champion, would lose.

Too embarrassing!

The man walked up to her, his whole body was clean and he disappeared. How could he do it? Meichuan held such a question and could only say in front of him: "Yu, Yu Baisang, congratulations on winning..."

Yu Bai glanced at the woman. It was a little strange at first, but when he swept the camera, he remembered it, nodded slightly, "Is he doing an interview again? It's almost time to end. This is my seat."

"Oh, OK."

In an inexplicably powerful momentum - although the other party did not show it, Saki Umekawa and Panasonic stood up as if they met a leader from Taiwan, packed up their things, and quickly ended the opportunity they had obtained after a long time of negotiation.

Yu Bai sat down, drank two sips of water, and talked to Hua Jiang Xiaye. This was a normal scene.

Meichuan looked at the audience looking at the men and women centered on the couple, whispering, and was afraid of excessive gaze attracting attention. She swallowed and pulled Panasonic to retreat, but did not leave very far, and re-set the camera in the middle of the aisle a few meters away.

She saw the man glance, but said nothing. Where were their media staff trying to shoot, only the on-site staff were qualified to intervene.

The host's voice came late in the venue's surround radio.

"Haha...Wow, the lucky audience of Ji Gu just now won... Let us enjoy the wonderful battle, and congratulations to the other party on winning the prize of 10,000 yen..."

"Then let's draw the next audience quickly..."

The host of the script had never memorized it, but had to smooth the scene. In the end, the party's decision on the event could see that he wanted to blur the past first and let the subsequent programs dilute the influence.

"Wow, Yu Baijun, you have 10,000 yen! So awesome!" Hua Jiang Xiaye whispered the audience room, which could not be called the corner.

"It's OK." Yu Bai also turned to the side as if he was afraid of revealing his wealth and smiled at the woman, "I'll treat you to dinner again."

Yu Bai didn't actually say that in order to give others face, he got off the game, because according to the rules originally introduced by the Sword and Technology Museum, "You can continue to challenge when you win, and the bonus will continue to double until you compete with the No. 1 in the country..."

He thought that was not good, so forget it.

...

The venue was chaotic for a while, and the "Heavenly Man" Sword Technician invited another coach, but it was a seven-duan priest. Three or four more spectators were invited to the dojo one after another. Perhaps influenced by the first participant, the latter happened to be amateurs who had practiced. They fought very openly, had brave attacks and were moderately relaxed, but the seven-duan priest all won.

Not only that, facing various attacks, the seven-stage masters resisted and resolved them one by one, and provided friendly and professional guidance. All the kendo enthusiasts and professionals on the stage communicated with each other, enjoying the fun of kendo.

This is a normal script.

There was no more incidents when the Sword Skills Center coach was kogged with one move.

Yes, with one move, Meichuan couldn't understand how Yu Bai could go on stage, showdown, unarmed, and return to the position. So many things were completed in a short time, and the time spent was short enough. The main part of the showdown ended a few seconds after the referee announced the beginning.

Coach Liu Duan exchanged footsteps and tested opportunities. This action was enough to be called "no recklessness and underestimation of the enemy." However, when Yu Bai saw that the opponent did not take action, he took the initiative to walk over. Coach Liu Duan burst and attacked decisively at a time that he thought was appropriate. After Yu Bai avoided it, he knocked on the opponent's head.

Because Yu Bai realized that with the opponent's strength, if he was an ordinary person, he would probably have to break his hands and feet, so he took a quick action and fell to the ground with a stick. This was the entire battle process. In the eyes of outsiders who didn't know what the intention was, it was a bit sudden and funny.

In the special seat, the genre and representatives of famous scholars were in a tacit and strange silence. After a while, someone carefully spoke: "Well, this priest Qi Duan is called Shandu... It's so good."

This is how the atmosphere is more lively.

"Yes, it's OK."

“Good play, good.”

The two old men in the middle of the first row had a serious face, but they were hidden and did not speak out. During the social event, they secretly recalled the man's actions just now.

In the backstage lounge, Yingshi turned his head silently and looked at Abe.

"Why are you glaring at me?"

Kitahara Abe glared back at his big nephew, "I'm not considered poisonous milk."

Now is not the time to worry about this.

"...Senior Yamaguchi, he has been trained hard and hard." After a while, Yingshi said concisely.

Usually, the uncle and nephew who have been playing with each other since childhood will appear too casual and be rigorous and serious in their discussions.

"So, is he the person in the story? Was the blow just now good luck or a thousand times of tempering?" Abe's eyes faded away from frivolity, and his tone was like a heavy object sinking to the bottom of the water.

Yingshi failed to answer.

Both of them are insiders, but they cannot make a clear judgment. It's nothing more, because it's too fast, which does not refer to the man's attack, but ends too fast. From beginning to end, there is only one blow to knock the head. How can we see what? The representatives of the closest genres are in silence. This is why the current kendo cultivation of Abe is no longer as good as that of Yingshi, but his vision and experience are rich. Even Uncle Abe can't see the clues, and Yingshi can't answer.

Yingshi rubbed his wrists, and a light slowly lit up under his dark eyes.

In the future, the competition seemed to have returned to normal. The Tianren Sword Skills on the stage communicated with audiences in a friendly manner, and the martial arts halls of other schools also went up to advertise, and the process went smoothly. However, the silence of whispers and discussions in the audience did not disappear for a moment, which made the swordsmen who were accustomed to the silence on the stage feel a hint of irritation in their hearts. This emotion also affected the representatives of the genres and the young kendo juniors placed in the lounge.

They understand where these voices of speech and where the subtle atmosphere of the audience's change comes from.

Even among the invited genre representatives, some of whom did not have a good relationship with the Kitahara family and had a festival, said lightly: "Everyone thinks that we are asking for help."

"Haha, the layman just doesn't understand. Of course, if I can't lose the first game, haha..."

Someone who was close to the Beiyuan School couldn't stand it and said, "Will you go?"

No one will make trouble for this, and everyone is not stupid. If I don’t have any rain, I will lose. If I lose, wouldn’t I take the blame? The master who has always maintained his dignity turned a blind eye to the matter outside the window and focused on drinking tea.

Seeing that the interactive session was about to end and the competition came to an end, the director team on the spot invited some people in a temporary conference room and said something tremblingly.

After all, this competition is a product of its own in the kendo circle. The organizer, organizer, and manpower and material resources are basically led by several major genres. The on-site director team called for work, so a passerby who came out of nowhere and claimed to be the "No. 1 in the world" instantly dropped the swordsman who advertised to recruit students. It was completely destroyed. But although this was ugly, as the one who mastered the words, he was still the one who took the initiative. It was one of the doctrines of the mean choice. Now that there are accidents in the process, it has to be decided by the big guys.

One is the kendo association of the initiator, the representative figure is the master Matsuzhi Qingquan, and the other is the Kitahara family, which has invested a lot of funds and injected many ambitions, represented by Kitahara Eishi.

The meeting was short and fast, and the group dispersed and returned to their respective lounges.

After Abe closed the door, he cursed Songzhi Qingquan and couldn't move the grandmaster's airs from beginning to end. After all, it did not harm their interests. Seeing if something happened to the association next time Beiyuan still helps Balabala...

Not long after Yingshi sat down, he stood up again and stood up straight.

Whispering something in his mouth.

Abe thought his eldest nephew was as strong as he, but after half a minute, he saw that the other party was still straight like a sword, so he couldn't help but get closer and heard Yingshi talking.

"I can't tell whether it's strong or weak, I can't tell..."

"Hey, Yingshi..."

Yingshi began to change his clothes and untied his sword.

"Hey, hey? What are you doing?" Abe was shocked, "You won't have any dangerous thoughts, do you?"

He understood what he was going to do when he saw his nephew’s behavior. He was so thoughtful that he could only go to the man to discuss it in private.

"Calm down, did you hear that?"

The hero seemed to have never heard of it, and the color in his eyes was very pure, and it was still the same swordsmanship.

"Uncle Abe, that man."

Yingshi said, holding a sword in his hand, "Is it the man who used the sword in the story, and is there any other secrets hidden... Since there is no truth in sight, let him take action again and verify it."

Such young and full of youthful words made Kitahara Abe stunned.

"Okay, OK, I understand..." A boy always lives in the man's heart. The memories in Abe's heart were almost instigated by the boy in front of him. As an adult, he put aside the complicated considerations and bowed his head helplessly.

"Can you change your clothes and go to the locker room?"

...

When the host was about to go on stage to announce the end of the session, a director team sent an urgent message. The host was stunned and took a deep breath after he recovered, igniting new enthusiasm to the audience who were already a little tired.

"Want to ask me to go up and call?"

When Yu Bai was a little surprised when a person who looked like a manager gave such a request, he looked at Hua Jiang Xia Ye who was curious about this place on the right and turned around and said.

"Yes, we know that this request is very presumptuous, but after you won just now, our on-site team was negligent, resulting in no follow-up process. In fact, after winning, you can challenge the next master. The bonus incentive mechanism is also indicated on the rules..."

"Are you sure?" Yu Bai chuckled.

This is like a very obvious settlement after autumn. As for the negligence of the on-site team, it is undoubtedly an excuse.

The group of people in the kendo world at the scene are a bit proud and want to win back...

"OK, OK." The manager didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly gave a death order. He had to complete it, but before he could work hard, the other party nodded.

"Yes, who will I hit this time?"

"Ah... I'm still the Kitahara school of the Tianren Pavilion..."

"Fight the first place in the country."

This is quite a bit like that.
To be continued...