Kazuyo Sorayama stared at Jiuzou standing solemnly across from him. This was the first master he had encountered in this inexplicable world.
Unlike most people of this era, Jiuzang's clothes are always neat and tidy, and his hair is meticulously arranged. Even the socks in the worn-out straw sandals are washed clean. His whole person is like a sharp sword that has been wiped clean.
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The sword is quietly placed in the sheath, and the sheath is held firmly in the hand.
Jiuzang looked at Sorayama Kazuyo seriously, not paying even the slightest attention to the crowd of onlookers around him. After a long time, Jiuzang said: "Kuzan-kun, I will not lose again this time." Faced with such an opponent,
Apart from going all out, Kazuyo Sorayama couldn't think of any way to win by trickery. He nodded slightly and said: "Jiuzang, please."
"Wait!" Before the two of them could make a move, a rough man squeezed through the crowd and shouted at Jiuzang: "I have repeatedly asked you to compete, but you refused to accept it, and now you are competing with others! How unreasonable, I
After all, Daimon Renzaburo is also a well-known ronin in this city, so you can’t even think of refusing this time."
It is a very impolite behavior to interrupt someone else's ongoing martial arts competition so rudely. It has been like this since ancient times. For the ignored party, it is like being slapped in the face, especially the two contestants.
This is the critical moment to adjust your body and mind and prepare to take action.
Sorayama Kazuyo's eyes narrowed, he threw away the bamboo stick in his hand, and turned sideways to face the big man: "Not everyone is qualified to compete with Jiuzang, draw your sword, or get out." The hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing against glass, with a cold tone.
It makes people's hearts tremble. This is an attitude that is not ready to give up.
Kanbei, Nanjiro, and Katsushiro stood at the front of the crowd. "Master, Sorayama-san will definitely kill this ronin, right?" Katsushiro was both respectful and afraid of Sorayama Kazuha, who had taught him a painful lesson.
Out of his natural admiration for the strong, he also did not want Kazuyo Sorayama to be defeated and die.
Kanbei stared intently at Kazuyo Sorayama, who was holding the sword in his hand, and said slowly: "Katsushiro, you have to remember that martial arts competition is not just a competition of swordsmanship, but a combination of body, moves, mind, momentum, and environment.
, which is what I often tell you about the art of war."
"I know, master, but..." "It's not that simple, Katsushiro." Kanbei said seriously: "The purpose of the big man interrupting the contest so rudely was not to rush for a fight.
The rising momentum of Kongshan Mulberry and Jiuzang was abruptly interrupted. The Chinese Military Book says that "one vigorous effort will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted." It is not easy to regroup.
And the two people competing will definitely be anxious and agitated. No matter which one he competes with at this time, the big man will have an advantage in terms of mental stability. If he defeats Sorayama-san at this time, he can use this momentum to challenge Jiuzang, and the chance of winning will be greatly increased.
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The simple Katsushiro was obviously shocked by this kind of martial arts that he had never been exposed to before. He gritted his teeth angrily and said: "This is too despicable!" Kanbei calmly comforted: "This is also part of the art of war. Take a good look, Katsuki.
Shiro."
Jiuzang saw Kazuyo Sorayama's anger and urgency, took two steps back, sat on the ground leaning on the bamboo stick originally used for the competition, nodded to indicate that he could wait a while, and seemed not to be worried about Kazuyo Sorayama at all.
The big man smiled ferociously and drew out the samurai sword from his waist. He roared loudly from his belly to his chest and raised it high above his head. He was in the upper reaches of the heaven. His whole person was like a burning torch. He had the courage to defeat the enemy and used his momentum to subdue the opponent.
The configuration captures the essence of swordsmanship.
Faced with such a murderous posture, the onlookers in the distance all showed fear and all took a few steps back, showing the ferocity.
Kazuyo Sorayama was unmoved. His original angry attitude dissipated the moment he held the handle of the knife with both hands, replaced by an extremely calm heart and an indescribable, invisible, yet ubiquitous temperament.
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This is a sure-win trend that has experienced hundreds of battles without losing a single victory. Kazuha Sorayama has experienced countless battles and is not afraid of any form of one-on-one battles.
Ichiyo Sorayama's hands quietly held the long captain's light that exuded a hazy halo, forming a special scene in everyone's hearts: a high full moon, shining coldly, even if the ground was burning with fire, it was shining brightly.
The moon all over the earth still seems small.
Katsushiro stared at Sorayama Kazuha in the field with a fascinated look on his face, with a kind of piety that only a believer can have; Kanbei murmured: "Incredible"!
Jiuzang's eyes flashed, and he stood up suddenly, not caring at all whether his actions would affect the life-and-death battle between the two people in the field. In his opinion, the outcome was no longer in suspense!
The big man in the field, shrouded in the momentum of Yiye Ye in the empty mountain, had already lost the arrogant spirit just now. He knew that he could no longer wait for his "ouch", which was like the roar of a dying beast, and his feet stomped.
The dust and sand were rising and approaching, and a knife struck the empty mountain from top to bottom like the top of Mount Tai.
Kazuyo Sorayama stared coldly into his opponent's eyes, as if he didn't care at all about the blade that was about to hit him. He did not dodge or block like normal moves, but took two steps forward lightly, held out his hands, and gestured.
The long sword with two palms sprouted from the ordinary sword stabbed through the gap between the Ronin's arms in the blink of an eye, and most of the blade penetrated straight into the Ronin's throat.
Looking from behind, the ronin's neck looked like a long blade growing out, but the blood dripping from the blade destroyed the harmony.
Compared to the past, Ichiyo Sorayama's speed didn't look very fast. Every move he made was clear. He just took two steps forward and handed out the long knife. There was no brutal fight as everyone imagined, and there was no back-and-forth move competition.
In the eyes of others, it was not Sorayama Kazuyo who stabbed the ronin's throat with his knife, but the ronin's throat that was automatically sent into Sorayama Kazuyo's blade. It felt incredible and at the same time natural, as if the moon was waxing and waning.