It was hard to imagine that this dilapidated little gym would have a master who was suspected of being a swordsman. Shintaro Saito allowed Ohno Goro to lead him and began to look around at the Sorayama Missing Ryū Gym.
There is a courtyard surrounded by a low wall of clay, a path paved with white sandstone, and some vegetation composed of camellia trees and azalea trees. However, due to long-term neglect, the plant landscape that should have been scattered high and low like waves has become
It's very messy. Through the messy branches, you can see a figure as tall and tall as a sword standing vaguely beside the small pond in the distance.
The moment he saw this figure, Saito Shintaro's pupils shrank sharply, and his original slow pace immediately changed to broken steps. He also leaned forward slightly and raised his left hand, but out of politeness, he still resisted.
Hold the knife handle.
With every step forward, the figure's pressure on him became greater, and his steps became more and more cautious. Shintaro Saito was shocked, but after the shock, his face became extremely solemn. This was a test of himself.
!
Presumably the other party also understands that with the status of both parties, it is basically impossible to compete openly. After all, no one can afford the consequences of failure, especially himself, who has the dual identity of the master of the training hall and the unofficial second-generation head of the Shinto Mu Nian style.
Not just yourself, but the fate of hundreds or even thousands of people!
If you don't want to become a life-and-death enemy, there will never be a personal competition between the two sect leaders. At most, it will be a friendly competition between the disciples.
However, the strength of martial arts is an important criterion for swordsmen to determine what tone and words to use, that is, the positioning of their respective identities.
Even if the other party is a three-year-old baby boy, if the martial arts is superior to yours, as long as both parties still recognize their status as professional swordsmen, they must use honorifics to the other party and treat them with the etiquette of facing their seniors. This has been done for thousands of years.
An unshakable rule formed!
He ignored Katsura Kogoro who had stopped early with a horrified expression on his face. He slowly passed Ohno Fuji who was struggling to move forward, and suddenly burst out with a powerful sword intent, as if his whole body had turned into a sharp sword.
, walked firmly towards the front.
There were still 20 meters away from the figure with his back to him. Shintaro's breathing was slightly rapid, but with his heart beating strongly and the blood all over his body rushing around, he quickly got rid of the discomfort and continued to move;
There were still 15 meters to go. At this time, he was resisting the pressure exerted on his body. His muscles were as tight as steel, and the thick-soled wooden clogs under his feet had been broken by him. At this time, every step forward seemed to be avoided.
A sure kill, but the sword will exerted by the opponent on this area is simply endless;
If before 20 meters, he only boosted all his momentum to deal with the attack, then after entering 20 meters, he was in a continuous hand-to-hand confrontation with the opponent, as if he had returned to an extremely tragic ancient battlefield, attacking the enemy general himself alone.
Formation, faced with numerous knife and gun attacks all the time, he could only rely on his martial arts and bloody courage to fight hard; after entering 15 meters, he encountered the opponent's personal guard Qiben, the pressure and danger level directly increased several times, and at this time he had already
His whole body was covered with wounds, not to mention asking for help from the local general, it was a stroke of luck that he could survive even one more second!
10 meters! Saito Shintaro was frozen in place, panting violently. A faint white air evaporated above his head. His whole body was already soaked, and he seemed to have reached his limit.
But is this distance enough for equal dialogue?
If he puts away all his momentum here, it is equivalent to throwing away his weapon and kneeling down to surrender. His identity and his will as a swordsman will never allow him to admit defeat. Although both sides have long understood the gap in martial arts between each other, he must at least insist on walking.
Get within 5 meters of the opponent, even if it means crawling, even if it means death!
Holding the handle of the knife tightly with his left hand, Shintaro's determination to die was once again strengthened. In the fierce battle that took place in his consciousness, he no longer defended and attacked with all his strength.
Although it felt like his body was left with several fatal cuts almost instantly, his sword heart seemed to be getting purer and purer. With every step he took, his sword heart became stronger and stronger. His kendo realm that had not been broken through for a long time seemed to be completely broken.
Now, he felt that his control over his body and will had improved to a higher level, and the pressure seemed to have become slightly lighter.
However, it was not the time to rejoice yet, so he mustered up the willpower he had accumulated throughout his life and took a step forward.
It’s only 6 meters away! But no matter how furious Shintaro is in charging, he can’t order his body to take another step forward. This is already a step that cannot be smoothed out by will. The front is the opponent’s absolute territory! At this time, the bones in his body seem to be bearing
There was a crunching sound under tremendous pressure, as if it would be crushed into powder in the next moment.
At this moment, Shintaro felt that all the pressure disappeared instantly. The courtyard was still the same courtyard and the pond was still peaceful and peaceful. It was like suddenly waking up from a dream when he was about to be beheaded with a knife. Everything was full of unreality.
"You're good, very good." A hoarse voice sounded in Saito Shintaro's ears. It was only then that Shintaro exhaled a long breath, his body became a little weak, and his energy had been exhausted by just ten meters away.
He barely supported his body and saluted respectfully: "Senior Sorayama is extremely skilled in martial arts. I am convinced of it." Shintaro Saito's respect was not polite at all. At this time, he had already determined that this "Kiichi"
The senior is definitely already a super expert at the sword master level. According to his understanding of his father and several other sword masters, no one can make him so embarrassed just by relying on his momentum.
After his father taught him the secrets of the sect, he also had a real sword fight with him. Although he had no chance of winning at that time, he could still deal with it and remain undefeated for more than ten seconds in attack and defense.
Don’t think that a dozen seconds is nothing. In a real life-and-death fight, there are countless examples of masters killing several enemies at the same time. Only when the gap in martial arts between the two sides is not big can we confront each other cautiously. First, the momentum of the confrontation, and then look for flaws in the opponent’s movements, often going around and around.
Never use your sword rashly. A duel that lasts for several minutes will only last for a few seconds.
Shintaro Saito felt that there was a gap between his martial arts skills and those of those swordsmen, but it was not out of reach. However, if he was in a life-and-death fight with the opponent, he would not be sure whether he could receive the next move, or in other words, he would not be able to receive the next move at all.
No wonder the other party can easily defeat one against a hundred, no wonder the other party doesn't take those disciples seriously. Shintaro is even sure that if he were in the martial arts realm of Sorayama Ichiha, he would never go out and take action himself. Those disciples are not worthy!
At this time, in Shintaro's heart, Sorayama Kazuha has changed from an arrogant and unreasonable bastard to a generous elder who is willing to support the younger generation's martial arts. Although he does not look older than him, how can this kind of thing be measured by age? He now completely thinks
Kazuyo Sorayama is regarded as a kendo senior who can be equal to his father.