With a loud shout, Wuming appeared on stage with his sword in hand. At this time, a gust of wind blew by. Wuming felt his nose itchy and sneezed. His cute appearance attracted bursts of laughter from the audience.
"Brother Xiao Ming, if I beat you, you won't cry, right?" Wuming touched the scabbard of the wooden sword and asked worriedly.
Wuming's words caused the laughter around him to get louder. Situ Ming smiled and replied: "Of course not, but the premise is that you have to win over me. I won't let you off the hook."
"Wu Ming, if you can beat Situ Ming, we will directly let you represent Jade Bird Academy and Golden Sword Academy to win!"
"That's right! The premise is that you can win, don't you think so?"
"Wu Ming has to work hard. Winning one game is better than a hundred games. This is a treatment that only you can enjoy!"
Among these shouts were ridicule, ridicule, talk and laughter, and there was a mixture of good and evil, and the "treatment" mentioned was actually a derogatory term.
"That's it! Then I can't lose!" Wuming accepted all the cynicism. In his opinion, these were encouragements from others, and he thought he could not live up to everyone's expectations.
Amidst the laughter, Situ Ming concentrated his energy, held his sword in front, but did not make a move for a long time: he wanted to see what level Wuming had reached now.
"I'm going to attack! Ah~!" Wuming drew his sword and took out the scabbard in his left hand and the wooden sword in his right hand. The exquisite black wooden sword seemed to everyone to be just an ordinary long sword with a black body.
Wuming, who is 140cm tall, is much shorter than Situ Ming, who is 188cm. After the former got close, he swung his sword to attack Situ Ming, but was easily dodged and could not hit his vital point.
"Haha! Little baby! Wait until you grow taller before you talk nonsense!" There were inevitably more jokes in the audience, but it failed to affect the two people on the stage.
Situ Ming's perception was different from others: Although Wuming's attacks were ineffective, each attack landed in a blind corner that was difficult to dodge. Therefore, he could not dodge and could only retreat. He did not know whether these attacks were random or random.
A move made after careful consideration.
"Wu Ming, even though you are a talented person, I still believe that I will not be surpassed by you within a year. At least let yourself grow taller so that you can attack the enemy more effectively. Your defeat today is definitely not because of your
Strength, so continue to grow." Situ Ming smiled knowingly, and after the mental test was over, he immediately flipped his sword and launched a fierce attack!
Wuming sensed the approaching crisis, and actually withdrew his attack before Situ Ming made it, and jumped back three steps to open a distance of ten meters——
"I'm too short, I can't reach you...that's right!" Wuming thought for a moment and suddenly had an idea.
But Wuming saw the scabbard on his left hand standing on the ground, jumped up, stepped on the scabbard with one foot, and with his incredible sense of balance, he actually stood like that!
The idea of using a scabbard to make up for the lack of height seems absurd, but it does work. At least Wuming can face Situ Ming face to face. The only problem is how to move with the scabbard?
The noise around them also calmed down the moment Wuming jumped onto the scabbard. Seeing the seriousness on Wuming's face, they realized that he was serious about defeating Situ Ming and was not doing it out of fun.
"Hehe~! In this way, I can hit you~! Let's see~!" Wuming chuckled, and then, the leg that stepped on the scabbard was slightly bent, and then the joints were straightened, and the scabbard was pressed against Wuming's soles.
, jumped up with him!
"What a superb display of force!" The masked swordsman watching the battle couldn't help but say.
Situ Ming looked at Wuming falling from the sky and knew that he had underestimated him. He immediately thrust out a sword and aimed it at the black sword in Wuming's hand——
(Aside: Do you still remember the sword technique that fell from the sky in the martial arts?)
"Yeah yeah~~!" Wuming shouted happily. Being able to fight Situ Ming like this made him feel inexplicably happy.
The black wooden sword flashed with a hint of brilliance. The sword edge finally connected with Situ Ming's sword, but with a "clang" sound, Situ Ming's sword broke. The scabbard fell to the ground, and Wuming stood on it firmly. He held the sword in both hands.
He slapped Situ Ming with the side of his sword, and the force was enough to knock Situ Ming off the ring!
"I won~!" Wuming jumped to the ground, sheathed the wooden sword, and struck a victory pose towards everyone in the audience.
The audience was dumbfounded. Tens of seconds passed, and they still didn't come to their senses - Situ Ming, who had defeated Teng Fei, was actually defeated by a little doll?
"Wu Ming is really smart. He knows how to make up for his shortcomings in that way... However, this time it can only be said that he defeated Situ Ming with the sharpness of his sword. If it were just a swordsmanship competition, Wu Ming wouldn't be able to hold on for even a second.
No." Jin Long sighed. He had also heard about Wu Ming for a long time. No matter what technique he was rumored to have, he could completely master it once he saw it.
"You mean, he relies on the advantage of that wooden sword?" The masked swordsman smiled meaningfully.
"Wooden sword? You mean... Wuming's sword is a wooden sword? How is this possible!" Jin Long was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked towards Wuming on the ring, and dodged the sword in Wuming's hand.
"What are you doing! If you want to see my sword, just say so! I didn't say I wouldn't let you see it, so why do you need a gun!" Wuming pouted and said angrily to Jin Long.
When Jin Long picked up the sword, he felt that it was surprisingly light. He already believed the masked swordsman's words in his heart. After carefully groping the sword body, he was 100% sure: it was a complete wooden sword.
Long sword!
Jin Long exhaled, handed the sword back to Wuming, and asked with some hesitation: "How did you cut off Situ Ming's sword?"
Wuming tilted his head, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Because I'm better than him~!"
Tong Yan Wuji's words directly solved the doubts in the hearts of everyone present, including Jin Long.
"This son's future achievements will be as good as those of the sword demon Dongfang Fan!" Jin Long thought with great certainty in his heart. In his heart, Dongfang Fan was the only one who could reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Due to the previous commotion among the students of Jade Bird Academy, no one came forward to challenge Wuming after Wuming defeated Situ Ming. Therefore, everyone focused their attention on the arena of Golden Sword Academy while talking about Wuming and Situ Ming.
war.
"If you ask me, Situ Ming was tired, and he underestimated the opponent, so he was defeated by that kid. After all, Situ Ming first competed with a master like Teng Fei, so he must be tired and unable to exert his full strength."
"Situ Ming's endurance is beyond ordinary people. Although his sword drawing speed is only that of a swordsman, he can maintain the same sword drawing speed for half an hour. Although Teng Fei has the level of a swordsman, his endurance is not as good as Situ Ming's.
, once your physical strength is exhausted, you will naturally be at the mercy of Situ Ming. This is the result of your usual hard work. The reason why you can't beat these two people is just because you don't work hard enough." Ke Xin heard the conversation of the students in his college,
He opened his mouth and enlightened me.
"Does the dean mean that endurance is more important than the speed of drawing a sword? Then why should the speed of drawing a sword be used as the standard for swordsmanship levels?" Some students who did not understand the reason began to ask for advice.
"Endurance is the supplement, and sword-drawing is the main thing. No matter how strong the endurance is without the speed of sword-drawing, it is in vain. Although there is no endurance in the standards of swordsmanship level, it does not mean that endurance is not important, just like Teng Fei, Situ
In the first battle of Ming Dynasty, the swordsman who lacked endurance was defeated by the swordsman who was full of endurance. This can only show that the endurance gained by Situ Ming in training far exceeds the swordsmanship gap between him and Teng Fei." Jin Long explained at the side, and all the students suddenly realized.
.
"What about Wu Ming? How did he defeat Situ Ming?" Another student asked, but this time, both Ke Xin and Jin Long were stunned and couldn't explain.
"Because of the realm."
The masked swordsman spoke again.
"No matter how advanced you are in swordsmanship, once you fall behind in realm, it will be like a child holding a sharp weapon competing with an old man with countless experiences in wisdom... While you are still attached to tangible things, he is already exploring the invisible way.
...While you are still unable to get rid of the shackles of moves, he has long understood the state of no moves... Although his mind is still in its immature stage, it has already stood at a peak that you may not be able to reach in your lifetime..."
The masked swordsman finally determined at this time: the person he was looking for was Wuming.
The students listened to the masked swordsman's words and felt that they were confused and difficult to understand. However, the one sentence that could be summed up was: Wuming is very strong, very strong, so strong that no one can surpass him.
The students were not convinced by this and regarded it as the crazy words of a masked swordsman.
At this moment, the winner of the Golden Sword Academy arena was announced: Jin Zi fought for a hundred rounds alone, and no one came forward to challenge him.
"Then, the last match, Blue Bird Academy Wuming vs. Golden Sword Academy Jinzi!"
The two arenas merged into one under the control of the machine. Wuming waved to everyone and glanced at the sword box with his peripheral vision. The reflection was golden and purple. As the strongest female student in the two academies, she has always been crowned.
In the name of "goddess", she showed considerable impatience when she saw that her final opponent was a child.
"Little baby! Give up, or I won't be responsible for hurting you!" Jin Zi originally had no interest in this test, but was forced to participate by her father. She was already in a very bad mood.
It is a shame for her to see Jade Bird Academy sending such a little kid.
"Little baby~! Give up on yourself, otherwise I won't be responsible for hurting you~!" Wuming said imitatingly, the smile on his face was as bright as light, warming people's hearts, but it couldn't shine into Jin Zi's heart.
"Begging for a beating!" Jin Zi shouted angrily and drew his sword to attack.
But he saw Wuming retreat quickly, then erect the scabbard of his sword and stand on top of it——
"Begging for a fight~!" Wuming said with a smile, raised his sword to fight back, and with a smooth movement, he easily shook the golden and purple sword away.
Without waiting for Jin Zi to react, Wu Ming took another step forward. The sword's edge was twisting and turning, and the sword path was flowing. All the movements had no rules, but they were natural and formed a style of their own. When Jin Zi came back to his senses, the long sword in his hand was already there.
Escaped without a trace.
"You've lost~!" Wuming's words established an irreversible result. With one blow, Jin Zi was helpless - he fell to the ground and was defeated!
The winner was determined in just a moment; when the result came out, the smile on Wuming's face seemed to treat this test as a game, and the outcome was no longer important to him.
"I originally wanted to make him the number one student, but I didn't expect it would be unnecessary." Ke Xin shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"The results are out... follow me." The masked swordsman came to Wuming and took him out of the academy and into the forest outside the city.
The masked swordsman turned his back to Wuming, took off his mask, and when he turned around, he said to Wuming: "My name is Yagyu Shen, do you still remember me?"
Wuming stared at Liu Shengshen again and again, and finally shook his head.
"Also... you are no longer the same person you were before... But whatever, before you leave, ask me to find you now and wait for you, then teach you the sword technique and hand the sword box to you. Now it seems that teaching the sword technique is
It’s fake, it’s true that he was delivering the sword box when he was running errands...” Liu Shengshen smiled, then took off the sword box from behind and handed it to Wuming.
"Haha~! I like this box~!" Wuming was extremely happy, pressing his face against the sword box and rubbing it affectionately.
"This sword box is called Jiuxiao Huanpei. It was originally your thing. Now that it has returned to its original owner, I have fulfilled your last instructions... However, after this time, I am afraid that you and I will never see each other again...
Because, I plan to leave here and go around the world to prove my own swordsmanship... If one day, we can meet again, I will definitely compete with you..." Liu Shengshen's face was full of reluctance. Although he originally had
He has considerable attainments in swordsmanship, but it was the person in front of him who really led him to understand swords and enter the world of swords.
Yagyu Shen admires the man in front of him who desperately wants to save the world. Maybe he will fail, but he will not give up.
"Then... let's say goodbye here." Yagyu Shengshen stood up and put the mask back on.
"Wait a minute~!" Wuming seemed to remember something, so he took out a sword hilt from his arms and handed it to Yagyu Shen.
"This is for you~! I always think this suits you very well~! You give me the box, and I'll give you this, take it~!" Wuming put the hilt of the sword into Yagyu Shengshen's hand, the smile on his face was always so pure
Innocent, innocent and kind.
Liu Shengshen smiled with relief, then put away the hilt of the soul-calling sword, turned around, and disappeared into the forest. After that——
There are traces of him everywhere in the world, but no trace of him can be found anywhere...
