The old man kicked Han Baiyi out of the floor with a leisurely movement, and the curses coming from under the floor gradually faded away.
"You're not even close yet, kid."
Han Baiyi sat up from the ground with a confused look on his face, and the white scene just now was still in his eyes.
He was talking about the knife.
At that moment, although Ashina Isshin's blade only intersected with his wedge, from Han Baiyi's perspective, the blade of the sword was always facing him.
The reason why I rushed out as a whole, instead of leaving small parts like my head and neck in place, was because I was fully focused on sparing my hands.
With just one knife and one kick, he was thrown away.
This is not so much a gap in strength, but more of an adult coaxing a child.
Eyesight, skills, experience, and even psychological grasp.
Not on the same level at all.
Of course, this does not mean that Han Baiyi has no ability to fight against Ashina Isshin. If he fights with others seriously, there is still a chance of victory or defeat. After all, the difference in physical fitness is not big.
Too much.
But if Han Baiyi falls off and starts playing with flowers.
Hey, just kill him with one knife.
The old man is already this age and still has such strength. It can be seen that when he was young, he was indeed a strong group.
But Han Baiyi still had something to ask, so naturally he couldn't just admit defeat.
The timeline was adjusted, and the scene returned to the scene of the confrontation between the two.
then......
"Just try your best, kid!"
"If you hesitate, you will lose."
"Although..."
"If you hesitate, you will lose."
"As much as..."
"If you hesitate, you will lose."
...
After being beaten in vain so many times, Han Baiyi suddenly realized that he had not made any progress at all when facing Isshin Ashina.
Whether it was a sudden attack, taking turns to strike, a short step to strike, a jumping slash, or a secret strike of Konoha's fluid technique, I tried all kinds of methods, but found that the old man could use the simplest and most efficient way to crack his own moves, even if
Han Baiyi's fighting style is quite satisfactory, but he can also be interrupted by using his psychological flaws to find a breakthrough point.
Every time it was solved with one blow.
In order to find the old man's weakness, Han Baiyi went through reincarnation like crazy, but ended up with his head stuck in the ground every time.
How frequent are reincarnations?
Let's put it this way, Han Baiyi could clearly count the number of moles that the buddy downstairs had on his wife's butt.
From now on, we will become familiar with each other.
In fact, Han Baiyi cannot be blamed for not being able to beat Wei Mingyixin.
Who is Isshin Ashina?
It is the ceiling of skill-side combat power in the Sekiro world setting!
This old man, who has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship all his life, has probably broken more swords than Han Baiyi has ever seen since the day he practiced swordsmanship.
Decades of accumulation of kendo experience have allowed him to reach a state of returning to his original nature.
A beast-style swordsman like Han Baiyi, who combines self-study in combat with flying monkey techniques, has a superficial swordsmanship that Ashina Isshin can see through with just one glance.
It was this kind of crushing in the realm of swordsmanship that allowed Ashina to hang Han Baiyi up and beat him. Even letting him crawl on the floor was deliberately done by this smelly old man. How sharp are the five senses of a strong man of this level? This old man
Huo listened to it on the balcony for a long time. He felt itchy for a long time. It didn't suit his identity to peek openly, so he had to make a hole to take a look.
This is not their intention!
Just...no, accidentally!
Yes, I saw it by accident!
If the old man knew what Han Baiyi saw, he might be envious and want to take his place.
It wasn't until Han Baiyi gradually adapted to it, and even began to learn Ashina Isshin's return to nature swordsmanship in battle, that the situation gradually began to change.
‘ding ding’
The two knives collided, and the long knife with many gaps was swung freely in Ashina Isshin's hand. Every swing and every slash controlled the position where the two knives collided. The two figures were obviously in the process of high-speed movement, but the old man seemed to be above him.
The god controls the rhythm of the entire battle.
Han Baiyi began to slow down and no longer adopted the violent beast style of play like at the beginning.
While observing the old man's movements, he also changed his fighting habits.
Steps, breathing, knife impact point, dodge range, knife exit angle.
Although some people say that swordsmanship is a kind of feeling, what Han Baiyi has experienced more is that swordsmanship is a kind of knowledge.
In the beginning, all his fighting methods were learned in battles, and all these habits were generally effective when facing weak people or strong people who were roughly equal to him.
But when his opponent is a sword saint like Ashina Isshin, everything will become unsatisfactory.
So he also has to learn, practice, correct, and then sublimate himself.
This is him, Han Baiyi, a hard-working genius!
The main reason is that potential points cannot be used in actual combat training.
The blade of the knife was slanted horizontally, and his body was slightly tilted. Han Baiyi tilted his head to avoid the old man's thrust. Using his right foot as a support, his left foot crossed a semicircle on the ground. His body shifted with the inertia, and he lifted up his waist and abdomen with force and landed in the empty space.
The blade rang out, and a faint sound sounded in the air.
The sound of the wind sounded, and alarm bells rang in Han Baiyi's heart. The right foot that had just been used as a support immediately shifted away from the center of gravity. He gave a diagonal kick and met Ashina with a kick. No one took advantage.
The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.
Ashina focused on turning the blade to block the long sword, quickly took two steps back, and then rushed forward. After the two swords clashed, he followed the gap when Han Baiyi climbed up and kicked the opponent.
Han Baiyi lifted his knee to block him.
After completing the confrontation again, the two of them stepped back in unison, leaving about three steps of space.
This distance is just enough.
"Interesting, people's fate is really interesting." The old man no longer held the knife casually with one hand, but held it with both hands. The blade of the knife was facing Han Baiyi, but he smiled and chatted with him, "As far as I know
, I don’t seem to have taught you anything, right?”
"Have you ever watched me fight? Boy."
"Never."
Han Baiyi imitated the wolf's zombie face and answered coldly.
Anyone who has been poked in the butt hundreds of times with a knife will have this stinky face.
"Oh? That's strange." The old man asked with a smile, "Looking at your sword skills just now, they are at least 60% similar to those of Wei Mingren, and the movement and movement are quite similar to my essence. Even the strings that I taught you hand by hand are very similar.
I'm afraid Ichiro is about the same as you."
"But since the war with the inner government, Genichiro's swordsmanship has changed into a completely different style, so you shouldn't learn it from him."
"Ha, it doesn't matter."
The old man smiled happily,
"I haven't met an interesting young man like you in many years."
"Since you are learning Wei Mingren's swordsmanship, you should have heard of this style."
As he spoke, the old man slowly raised the long knife and raised it high above his head.
With his spiritual eyes open, Han Baiyi could clearly see wisps of turbid white spiritual energy like smoke coming from the outside world, rising and falling with the old man's breathing.
In the vision of the spiritual eye, the old man's withered body seemed to be burning with a turbid white flame. The flame seemed to have been poured with oil, burning extremely violently. The turbulence was very close to the old man's breathing rate. The sword held high above his head
On the top, it is wrapped with silky white threads.
"Hey, kid."
"Keep your eyes open and see clearly."
The old man took a deep breath, and his withered chest swelled up. His aura became more and more menacing, as if the person in front of him was not an old man, but a hungry beast in its prime.
Han Baiyi stared hard, his body trembled uncontrollably under the intense pressure, his pupils were highly constricted, and his body's life-protecting breathing method was running rapidly. He held the knife tightly with both hands, and even his long hair behind him moved gently with the invisible wind.
Dancing, the inspiration was violently turbulent, but no matter what, he couldn't suppress the thrill of adrenaline in his body.
Seeing the old man holding the long knife high above his head, Han Baiyi gritted his teeth, feeling an unprecedented sense of fear.
For the first time during the battle, he clearly realized,
This knife goes down,
He may die.
The floor exploded violently, and the old man's figure was like a giant wheel flying and dancing in the air. His silver hair suddenly straightened under the resistance of the air and formed a straight line in his sight. His white dark clothes flew fiercely and clung to the old man.
That tall body looked dry, but was actually burning with turbid white flames.
In just an instant, without even blinking, Han Baiyi found that the distance between himself and the old man had been erased. Even with his spiritual eyes open, he could only barely capture the afterimage, and the long knife held high was on his head.
He wanted to move his arms but was too late. He usually used his muscles to twist and turn smoothly, like a wheel stuck with a wrench, without any time to react.
But even though his eyes couldn't react, his brain recorded everything extremely faithfully, giving Han Baiyi a sudden sense of a huge contrast between his thinking and reality.
However, even if he had time to think, his mind was blank.
Even though the transition between movement and stillness was so intense, the expression on the old man's face remained extremely calm, in sharp contrast to the silver hair that was straightened in mid-air.
holding the knife in both hands,
Swing down.
The dull wind blew across the floor with the fierce and restless sword pressure. The fragile wooden floor should have been vulnerable to the violent sword energy, but the sword energy was connected into a straight line by the old man's exquisite use of swordsmanship.
Sweeping from one end to the other, the wind pressure directly cut through the balcony fence, penetrating a distance of tens of meters and cutting straight into the air.
A white line was faintly left in the sky.
Han Baiyi's head seemed to be frozen, and it was difficult to control his neck. He just instinctively glanced at the huge crack on his side with his eyes.
Right next to him, the old man's blade, which was densely covered with gaps, gently swung against the outside of his right arm.
A sword mark was left on the ground that was dozens of meters long and a finger wide.
Looking at this sword mark, Han Baiyi's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and cold sweat fell to the ground unconsciously along his forehead.