Time is like reminiscing about your student days after work. When you feel that you cherish it, everything has passed.
In a blink of an eye, the day came when the palace dinner was held.
Throughout the morning, Zhou Ming locked himself in the room and did not see any outsiders.
Thirty warriors from Koriyama City surrounded Zhou Ming's room and guarded it eagerly to prevent any outsiders from entering.
Perhaps they also vaguely felt that the days of day and night defense were finally coming to an end, so they patrolled the area very seriously, and even a fly that flew close had to be slapped twice.
At noon, Zhou Ming walked out of the room and had a "summer" lunch.
Of course, it's just abundance for this world.
In the afternoon, Matsui Xiexin drove Zhou Ming to the Tokugawa Gym.
"S-Sir..."
The gate of the Tokugawa Gym ahead gradually appeared in front of him. Matsui Xiexin swallowed and finally couldn't help but speak.
"I hope I can still get your guidance in the future."
The curtain of the carriage was opened, Zhou Ming leaned out and chuckled.
"I'll teach you again when I get a chance."
Matsui Xiexin pulled the reins, the carriage slowly stopped, and Zhou Ming stepped out of the carriage.
"Go back, I will go to the dinner tonight by myself, you don't have to wait for me."
Looking at Zhou Ming's back as he walked into the Tokugawa Gym, Matsui Xiexin felt sadness in his heart for some unknown reason.
It wasn't until Zhou Ming's back could no longer be seen that Matsui Xiexin drove back with a disappointed look on his face.
…
Zhou Ming followed the servant who led the way and walked into the gym.
Every warrior I met along the way, no matter what they were doing, would put down what they were doing when Zhou Ming passed by, stand up, and salute Zhou Ming with their attention.
It was as if they already knew what would happen today.
Soon, under the leadership of the servants in front, Zhou Ming stepped into an empty room.
There was only Tokugawa Yamato in the room, sitting on his knees in front of the wooden table, quietly making tea.
"Jun Zhou, it's our first time meeting you." He raised his head and made an inviting gesture in front of him.
"Please sit down!"
Zhou Ming stepped forward without hesitation, sat down cross-legged, and looked at Tokugawa Yamato carefully with his eyes.
After all, the man in front of him was once known as the best in the world. Even if he is no longer at his peak, he is definitely not someone he can take lightly.
Perhaps, the opportunity to break through to level 4 in swordsmanship lies with him.
When Zhou Ming was sizing up Tokugawa Yamato, Tokugawa Yamato was also sizing up Zhou Ming.
Seeing him sitting cross-legged without any image, holding his chin with one hand and supporting his knees with the other, his relaxed look made even Tokugawa Yamato feel a little surprised.
How long had it been since someone could appear in front of him with such a relaxed attitude?
Tokugawa Yamato suddenly chuckled and pushed a cup of steaming tea in front of Zhou Ming.
"Zhou Jun, you are a very interesting person."
"Many people have told me so." Zhou Ming smiled lightly, glanced at the teacup on the table, and did not touch it.
Tokugawa Yamato didn't say anything about Zhou Ming's disrespectful behavior. He just picked up his cup and took a sip.
Then, he said calmly: "Dashi Chong, he is my most outstanding disciple."
"I try my best to train him, and he will inherit my mantle, chase me, surpass me, and reach a higher realm of martial arts that I have never been to."
Zhou Ming sneered: "It's a pity that your dream will come true."
He sat up straight and looked at Tokugawa Yamato indifferently, but his words were full of murderous intent and indifference.
"He will meet me at the Warriors Conference, and driven by hatred, he will desperately seek revenge from me. But his strength is too weak. He will be killed by me, and his life will end here. You
Our expectations will come to an end here.”
"Everything is just the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror."
"Knock!" The cup in Tokugawa Yamato's hand was placed back on the table, making a crisp and soft knock.
"No, I said, I will do my best!"
Tokugawa Yamato's eyes were ignited with fighting spirit. Time did not make his courage fade, but made his spirit become thicker and clearer after being precipitated and polished.
He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, where there was an ancient long knife placed on the table.
Tokugawa Yamato held the scabbard and took off the long sword from the wooden stand.
"Maeda Kotsunemaru, from the hand of Master Maeda Tsuneji. I know your sword is sharp, even Onikiri Yasutsuna can be easily damaged. Let's try to see if you can cut off this sword!"
As he spoke, Tokugawa Yamato's aura had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Before this, Tokugawa Yamato was peaceful and calm when making tea, like a man who has attained the Tao, and did not care about worldly affairs. When he was talking to Zhou Ming, he was thick and far-sighted, like a respected elder who taught unruly younger generations.
Today, Tokugawa Yamato's fighting spirit is high, his eyes are sharp, his sharpness is clear, and his momentum is so overwhelming that it makes people feel awe-inspiring and dare not look directly at him, as if his whole body and the sword are one, and he wants to cut through everything that dares to stand in his way.
"Okay!" Zhou Ming clapped his hands and laughed, raised his sword and stood up opposite Tokugawa Yamato.
"If you want me to use the sword, you will have to pay a high price!"
Clang!
In an instant, the two of them drew their swords at the same time. Both figures were so fast that ordinary people didn't even have time to react.
The two long knives did not collide with each other, but slashed towards each other's body at the same time.
Swordsmanship is not about slashing with weapons, but how to kill the enemy more effectively.
Both Zhou Ming and Tokugawa Yamato stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world. Even with their eyes closed, they both know how to draw a sword.
The long knife sliced through the air, letting out bursts of whistling, and the shadows of the figure and the knife were like two whirlwinds, entangled together, colliding, and tearing apart, extremely fierce.
Tokugawa Yamato has powerful swordsmanship that he has honed over decades of fighting and hard training. Every move is perfect, natural, and has a certain natural rhythm.
Zhou Ming has absorbed the martial arts experience of countless people. He can be said to have combined the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and mastered them all. There are many variations between moves, which is dazzling.
The battle has been in the most intense state from the beginning, and lives will be lost if you are not careful.
The two men have completely different styles, but Tokugawa Yamato's swordsmanship level is still higher than that of Zhou Ming, and he is worthy of his status as the best person in the world.
If it were Zhou Ming before the battle with Tokugawa Taisho, he would not be able to compete with Tokugawa Yamato with his sword skills alone.
Fortunately, after defeating Hirakawa Taisho, his martial arts experience greatly improved Zhou Ming's swordsmanship. The next few days of digestion allowed him to transform these martial arts experiences into strength, allowing Zhou Ming to compete with Tokugawa Yamato.
The capital of swordsmanship.
Zhou Ming also has his own advantages, such as his strong physical fitness and the knife in his hand.
The indestructible Edelman alloy knife is not of this world.
No matter how careful Tokugawa Yamato was, the two swords would inevitably collide.
Every time it collides, a small chip will be added to the famous sword of Maeda Mitsunemaru.
Little things add up, and the lifespan of Maeda Mitsuneumaru is quickly coming to an end.
Until this moment, the two knives collided again.
Click!
A crisp sound reached the ears of two people at the same time.
Tokugawa Yamato's expression changed, and he wanted to jump back, but Zhou Ming's sword slashed diagonally from bottom to top.
Tokugawa Yamato subconsciously raised his knife to block it, but only heard a buzzing sound.
Half of the sword blade flew out from his eyes filled with shock.
Maeda Mitsuneumaru is broken!
Vaguely, he seemed to hear the last cry from the broken knife in his hand.
