In Saburo Ono's villa, Yamamoto Sasaki is practicing swordsmanship in the open space behind.
There are many logs placed in the open space. These logs are scattered everywhere, roughly the height of a person. There is a straight line drawn with a marker on the top of the logs.
These straight lines are very messy, and they appear to be drawn very randomly. Some are diagonal, some are horizontal, and some are vertical and run through the entire wooden column.
Yamamoto Sasaki is now swinging his sword slowly in the open space next to him. His pace is not fast, and his sword is not fast either, but it gives people a very heavy feeling, as if what he is holding is not just a samurai sword.
, but a heavy mountain.
As Yamamoto Sasaki swung the sword again and again, his steps became faster and faster from the previous slowness, and the speed of his sword swing also became faster and faster, but the heavy feeling on the sword,
But it is getting stronger and stronger.
Yamamoto Sasaki's body suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he rushed directly into the logs. The katana in his hand turned into shadows and fell on the logs.
In just two or three seconds, Yamamoto rushed through the forest of wooden pillars. He stopped, turned around, and the wooden pillars behind him began to break and fall to the ground.
Yamamoto put away his katana, and then checked the wooden stakes one by one. He was checking the marked parts, which were the parts he cut.
The lines on these wooden stakes were drawn by him casually, and the wooden stakes were also placed casually. Before he stepped into the wooden pile array, he did not look at the lines carefully. He just relied on the moment he rushed in.
Observing those lines, he quickly took out his knife, slashed along those lines, and cut the wooden pile into two pieces.
These lines are messy, which means that the previous wooden stake is probably from top to bottom, and the katana sword is cut from top to bottom, while the line of the next wooden stake is cut horizontally at the top, which requires
How to switch to the most suitable position for drawing the knife in the shortest time, adjust your body, and change your pace.
This kind of training looks very simple, but it is actually very effective. These wooden stakes are like enemies rushing towards you one by one. Those messy lines are the angles at which you can kill the opponent. Such long-term training can greatly improve your health.
Train a person's reaction ability, knife drawing speed and observation ability to a certain extent. Over time, even if he encounters the most critical situation, he will be able to react correctly at the moment of danger.
Yamamoto Sasaki quickly inspected the broken wooden piles all over the ground, and frowned slightly, because among these wooden piles, one of them was chopped crookedly.
Although it was only a single blow and it was not too crooked, Yamamoto Sasaki had very strict requirements on himself.
He waved his hand at the man standing not far away, and the man directed a few men to take away the chopped wooden stakes, then took out the new wooden stakes prepared next to them, and scratched them at will.
line, and then place it randomly on the ground again.
Yamamoto Sasaki walked back to the coffee table next to him, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the tea, took a few sips, and was about to continue practicing his sword, when the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Yamamoto Sasaki picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and answered the call. The call was from his apprentice Saburo Ono.
"Yamamoto Sasaki?"
A strange man's voice suddenly sounded in Yamamoto Sasaki's ears. His voice was a little deep and his accent was slightly jerky.
Yamamoto Sasaki's eyes were as sharp as knives, and his back straightened up. An invisible evil aura spread from his body, and his whole temperament suddenly changed. If he looked like before,
It was a sword that had been returned to its sheath, but now this sword has been unsheathed and its edge is fully exposed.
"I am, who are you?"
The male voice on the phone said in a low voice: "As a famous master of Erzhaitang, are you just going to hide in your disciple's villa and never come out?"
"Yang Hao?" Yamamoto Sasaki narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a calm voice: "You are the Chinese cultivator who escaped a few days ago, right? What did you do to my disciple?"
"Your apprentice? Are you talking about Saburo Ono?" The male voice on the phone smiled softly: "He is lying on the road now, but he has been cut into two parts. I'm afraid I can't tell you.
That’s it.”
Yamamoto Sasaki's eyes showed undisguised murderous intent: "Yang Hao, you killed Saburo Ono, you need to pay a higher price. I know your details and your origins, you can't escape."
The person on the other end of the phone was naturally Yang Hao. Hearing Yamamoto Sasaki's words, Yang Hao's eyes also surged with strong murderous intent: "Why, Mr. Zhanhun, I will also kill one of your disciples, and you are going to do what you did before."
, kill all my family members in front of me, and make me live in pain but unable to take revenge?"
Yamamoto Sasaki obviously paused, because he seemed to hear something else from Yang Hao's words, and more importantly, Yang Hao called him Soul Killer!
"Like before?" Countless pictures flashed through Yamamoto Sasaki's mind, and finally stopped on one picture. That was one of his disciples who was killed by a woman. He found the woman and, in front of her,
He killed her whole family and tortured the woman, but he didn't kill her or even cripple her. What he wanted was for her to live in pain and regret forever. He didn't mind her at all.
He came to seek revenge on himself because that woman was too weak. In front of him, she was like a baby that had just learned to walk, without any lethality.
"Are you the helper that woman asked for?"
Yang Hao didn't answer, but asked again: "Are you going to hide like this forever, master of Erzhaitang?"
Yamamoto Sasaki sneered: "I've been waiting for you. Didn't you hide before? If I don't want to fight, then I won't stop in Nagata at all."
Yang Hao said coldly: "Okay, let's make an appointment, bring your knife, and let's end it in a dignified manner."
Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "Okay, tell me the place."
Yang Hao was obviously well prepared before making the call, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, by the Wushui River in the west of the city, you come alone. If you bring someone with you, I won't show up. I want
Kill you, and you want to kill me too. We are all martial arts practitioners, so let’s end it with the weapons in our hands. The winner will leave alive, and the loser will die!"
Yamamoto Sasaki snorted: "Okay, I will go to the appointment on time."
"Then I'll be waiting for your arrival. In addition, you can now send someone to collect the body of your disciple. Walk along the road out of the villa and you will see it."
Yamamoto Sasaki hung up the phone, called the man who was accompanying him, and gave a few instructions in a low voice. The man's expression changed slightly, and after bowing, he quickly left with a few men.
Yamamoto Sasaki sat on the chair with a gloomy face. Saburo Ono was dead. Although Yamamoto Sasaki was angry, he was more looking forward to the battle tomorrow.
He longed to use the knife in his hand to kill Yang Hao with his own hands, chop off his head, avenge his disciples, and make a name for himself.
After thinking about it, Yamamoto Sasaki still called Kimura Maki, because Kimura Maki had repeatedly told him after knowing Yang Hao's identity that if he found Yang Hao, he must tell him.
"Kimura-kun, Yang Hao appeared. He killed my disciple Ono Saburo and called me to challenge me."
Kimura Maki's voice suddenly became a little more excited: "Okay, I'll rush to Nagata right away. Since this kid dares to show up, I'll kill him!"
Yamamoto Sasaki said solemnly: "If you show up and go with me, that guy will never show up. He told me that I am the only one making the offer. We will fight alone and use the weapons in our hands to end the past."
Yes, I understand why he came to kill me..."
Yamamoto Sasaki told Olivia's story: "He should have made a special trip to deal with me. He only asked you because of Sakai Rika. He should not attack you. After all, Sakai Rika is intact."
, and I didn’t suffer any harm because of you.”
Kimura Maki snorted coldly: "It's not that he wants to hurt me now, but that I want to find this guy and kill him. You don't know, for that Sakai Rika, I kept delaying it, but who knew that Yang Hao would give it to me in the end?"
I picked the peaches, but if I can’t breathe, my heart will not be happy after all!”
Yamamoto Sasaki frowned and said: "I don't care what you do, but I want to go to this battle tomorrow alone."
Kimura Maki laughed: "Are you afraid that I will take away your credit?"
Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "He killed my disciple, so I will naturally kill him personally. Don't interfere in this matter. I am informing you just because I want to tell you that he is here to find me and has nothing to do with you."
Kimura Maki said solemnly: "But haven't you considered the situation of losing? What if you are not his opponent, or if the other party uses some conspiracy to deal with you, you are so sure that you can win.
?”
Yamamoto Sasaki snorted coldly: "The terrain next to Wushui River is flat. As long as I am careful, who can do anything to me? As for the issue of winning or losing, there is no word losing in my dictionary. I will definitely take that with me."
The head of the arrogant boy is back."
Kimura Maki said angrily: "Since the other party dares to invite you to fight alone, it means that the other party is sure to deal with you. If you have this mentality, you will lose nine times out of ten!"
Yamamoto Sasaki frowned in displeasure when he was yelled at by Kimura Maki. He and Kimura Maki were both masters of the Nizhaitang. Although Yamamoto Sasaki could not compare with Kimura Maki's strength, he was not far behind.
How can you tolerate it?
"Huh, what do you want to do? As long as you show up, he won't show up. The terrain there is flat and there's no way to hide anyone."
Kimura Maki suddenly smiled softly: "I didn't say I wanted to follow him. If I follow him, as long as the other party is not a fool, he will not show up."
Yamamoto Sasaki was afraid that Kimura Maki would disturb his duel with Yang Hao. Now that he heard what he said, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what do you want to do?"
"You go and fight your duel, but I want to know the specific details of your battle. If you win, kill him. Things are good, but if you lose, I will take a helicopter to chase him immediately. What?
You said I have to avenge you too, right?"
Yamamoto Sasaki sneered: "You want to collect my body, but you are thinking too much."
Kimura Maki's old voice laughed: "Anyway, the matter is settled like this. I will set off right away. Next year I will watch from a distance. If anything goes wrong, I will fly over by helicopter to help.
.”
Yamamoto Sasaki did not object again this time. He was confident in himself, but he was not opposed to making more plans. In fact, what Maki Kimura said made sense. Since the other party dared to call him to ask him to fight, he must have it.
The one you rely on, or the other party is very confident in your own strength.
Yamamoto Sasaki hung up the call from Kimura Maki, thought about it, and suddenly felt that he should also go and see the scene of his disciple's death.
The place where the accident happened was not far from the villa, only two kilometers away. Yamamoto Sasaki arrived quickly. When he looked at the steel bars nailed to the ground at various angles and staring at the car and the bodies of the bodyguards, Yamamoto Sasaki's
There was a solemn look on his face.
Being able to easily use some nearly scrap steel bars as hidden weapons to kill so many bodyguards shows how powerful this person is.
Yamamoto Sasaki saw the dead Ono Saburo and the broken samurai sword. He squatted next to Ono Saburo's body and looked at his wounds carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he stood up and looked at his face.
Seems a little dignified.
He had already seen that Yang Hao seemed to have only used one or two moves to kill Xiao Ye. There was no fierce battle between the two, and Xiao Ye was completely killed.
Yamamoto Sasaki knows the strength of his disciple. Although he is much worse than himself, the combat power he can unleash is quite good if he has a samurai sword. However, he seems to be killed cleanly and instantly.
.
The opponent is not only strong enough, but also has a good weapon.
Yamamoto Sasaki subconsciously clenched the katana in his hand. The sword in his hand was called Chizuru, and it was also a very famous weapon in Nizhaitang. It was sharp and strong.
He picked up Saburo Ono's samurai sword and threw it to a bodyguard, letting him hold it with both hands. He stood in front, holding the scabbard with his left hand and the handle with his right hand, staring at the bodyguard's hand.
The samurai sword in his hand suddenly drew it out.
The katana was pulled out of the scabbard, with a clean and sharp friction sound. The katana reached a terrifying high speed with the help of the speed when the sword was drawn, and then struck straight on Saburo Ono's katana.
clang!
With a crisp impact, Saburo Ono's katana broke a large section again, and hit the ground with another impact.
Yamamoto Sasaki raised his katana in front of him and examined the blade carefully. After a long time, a faint smile appeared on his serious face.
You have a sharp sword, and I have a katana that is as good as yours. Are you still thinking of taking advantage of my carelessness to cut off my weapon and then take advantage of the situation to kill yourself, just like you killed Saburo Ono?
Doesn’t this take him too seriously and take yourself too lightly? (To be continued)