The slovenly ronin took a chopstick thrown by Sorayama Kazuyo, and the two stood opposite each other. The distance between them was only 3 feet. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were facing each other head-on.
What is the most important thing in a competition in a small space? It is judgment! There is no time to move around, no time to adjust the posture. Everyone has only one chance. With one blow, he will either kill or be killed. This requires the swordsman to make the most precise move.
judge.
The old man of the tavern had already huddled in the corner far away. He had heard about the achievements of the noble warrior in front of him a few days ago. He slaughtered more than a dozen tyrannical gangsters in an instant, so that the two groups had to treat each other respectfully at the same time without daring to make any move.
Neglect. To a commoner like him, the opponent was like a god of war. The old man didn't think this slovenly rogue had the slightest chance of winning.
Ronin actually thinks so too. Although as a top warrior, he encounters countless dangers, but no one has ever brought him such pressure.
The opponent was holding bamboo chopsticks, and only his head, no more than two inches long, was exposed, but it felt to him like a three-foot-long sword extending out of thin air from the chopsticks; he stood there naturally, but his temperament was substantial and stubborn.
Suppressing him, if it weren't for the martial arts that have been honed over time, I wouldn't even dare to look directly into my opponent's eyes!
Even now, he can only muster all his energy and fight to the death. Before he draws his sword, Ronin already knows that he is no match. But as a warrior, he has his own pride. Even if he dies, he will die under his opponent's sword.
Instead of being scared to death!
We cannot continue to confront each other like this, otherwise our momentum will only become weaker and weaker.
The ronin suddenly felt a fighting spirit and instantly broke through Sorayama Ichiha's aura. He took a step back with his right foot, opened up the space, connected his left hand with his right hand, clasped his hands together, and drew a sword from the bottom up.
Ronin slides, raises his hand, and lifts. The three actions are almost completed at the same time. One moment, they are still fighting, and the next second they are already attacking. It is like a completely omitted middle action. It is simple to the extreme, and each action is perfect.
During this period, I didn't waste any more effort.
This is also the pinnacle sword to date that condenses all the energy and energy of Ronin.
Although a short piece of bamboo chopsticks is two and a half feet away from a leaf in the empty mountain, if one is holding a real sword, the sword edge will definitely cut a straight wound from the top of the abdomen to below the throat. No matter the opponent retreats or steps left or right
, Ronin retains seven points of strength and has a rigorous posture. He can also wait for work and make a decisive blow to the opponent who is dodging!
However, with Ichiyo Sorayama's actions, Ronin's eyes gradually changed from confidence to shock, and finally to despair.
Just when Ronin took the first step backwards, Kazuyo Sorayama also took out his left foot and slid backwards almost at the same time. Unlike Ronin who leaned over and raised his hands, Kazuyo Sorayama leaned back slightly and then raised his hands.
He raised his arms to make the same upward movement as Ronin. The two of them completed it almost at the same time, with exactly the same posture. They just froze their bodies and stared at each other.
The ronin let go of his right hand, and the chopsticks fell to the ground with a clatter. His chest rose and fell violently, and he suppressed his emotions and said dejectedly: "My lord's magical skills, I lost, I was completely defeated, I am convinced!"
The old man in the tavern looked at the two people blankly, his mind was extremely confused: Is this the end? Why did Ronin suddenly admit defeat? Wasn't it just a gesture between the two of them?
In his mind, a martial arts contest or fight should be similar to a fight between two gangs of gangsters in a town: ten feet apart in both directions, they first make peace, wave their swords to scare them, and then slowly move forward, constantly swinging their swords in their hands. But really
When they are about to hit a spot, they both quickly retreat, and then continue another round.
Until one party can't help it and rushes over with a howl. Then they will chop each other several times or even dozens of times to see which one is more unlucky and gets hit in the vital part and falls to the ground first. The other party will take advantage of the victory and pursue the unlucky guy on the ground with a knife.
Cut into several pieces.
Fights in the town have been like this for decades. How could it be like two people in a shop suddenly striking a pose, and then one of them becomes so decadent that they throw down their weapons and admit defeat?
The old man in the tavern didn't know the danger and exquisiteness of it, but the Ronin knew it clearly, and he realized that the gap between the two was almost all-round, and it couldn't be bridged by any skills, brains, or experience.
Ronin could see that Sorayama Kazuha did not predict in advance, but was waiting for him to make a move! He could feel that when he slid backwards, his speed was still slightly faster than his opponent, but when he raised his hands, both sides
The speed is basically the same, but after completing the entire attack, you will be slower than the opponent.
What a terrifying sight, what a terrifying speed of nerve reflexes, what a terrifying body control!
Not only that, the opponent's body is three inches taller than yours, and his arms are one punch longer than yours. If the lengths of the swords of both sides are the same, the opponent's back will just avoid the sword edge. And because the opponent's arms are longer than your height, the blade will be just right.
Cut off the right hand that is stretched out in front of you!
This is still when you are the first to make the move. If the opponent is allowed to make the move, with the opponent's speed, you will have no chance to resist. Especially in such a cramped environment, even if you can predict the action, you will have no time to react. In this way,
He couldn't even catch a single move.
Having traveled to the four islands of Japan for more than thirty years, the ronin was not without defeat, but only this time he was defeated without any resistance and without any chance.
"Your martial arts are good." Kazuyo Sorayama threw away his chopsticks and sat back at the table. It wasn't that he deliberately wanted to undermine Ronin's confidence, but in this narrow environment, even with his agility, he couldn't use his body skills to dodge.
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He couldn't directly kill the opponent with one sword, otherwise the meaning of observation would be lost, so he could only wait for Ronin to make a move and then crack it himself. To be honest, Ronin was quite exquisite in terms of timing of attack and attack selection. His movements were smooth and not smooth.
Even in the troubled times of the Warring States Period, he could still be called a master despite losing his might.
The ronin sighed, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Thank you for the compliment, sir. I have no power to fight back in front of you." Sorayama Kazuha poured a glass of wine and pushed it to the opposite side. The ronin was not polite, sat down, picked up the glass and drank.
And finished.
“Good wine, really the best wine!”
Kazuyo Sorayama looked at the face that was exactly the same as Ronin and Kikuchiyo, and sighed in his heart, "By the way, what are you doing in this town?"
The ronin was stunned for a moment, what was he doing with the wine glass? He was a ronin. As the name suggests, he was just an idler wandering around without any specific purpose.
"I'm just a ronin. When I was looking for water, I heard an old farmer say that the town was in chaos, so I thought there might be a chance to earn some bounty." The ronin said this, and it was also true at the time. However, when he thought
After being insulted by those gangsters in the street, Ronin knew that he would never give up. This was also the dignity of being a top warrior.
"Hmph! All these bastards who want to kill people and get rich!" the old man of the tavern muttered coldly.
Ronin reached out and touched the hair on the back of his head, ignoring the old man's scolding.
"After eating, leave this town as soon as possible. People like you are not welcome here!" the old man emphasized again.
"That..." Ronin looked at the old man awkwardly, "I..."
"I know, you don't have any money in your pocket!" The old man sneered and rubbed his fingers, "After all, you have just arrived."
"I can pay back the money as a thug..."
"Forget it! Don't you think there are not enough dead people in the town?! This meal is rewarded to you by Mr. Kongshan. You don't have to spend money. You can go. Listen, the old guy in the coffin shop next door is making coffins again, only coffins
The shop is doing great business, in this world...you must not want to be his customer, so leave the town as soon as possible."
Kazuyo Sorayama waved to the old man in the tavern to sit down, and poured him a glass of wine. After the old man thanked him with sincerity, he said: "Forget it, he won't leave. Especially if he doesn't deal with those few people who insulted him.
Before the asshole, it wasn’t about money anymore.”
Ronin gratefully bowed slightly to Kazuyo Sorayama. "Old man, tell him about the situation in the town. It's up to him to decide."
After hearing Sorayama Kazuyo's words, the old man stopped chasing people away and slowly told the ronin one by one about the evils in the town.