Yagyu Kendo pursues simple and quick moves, and strives to kill the enemy with one blow.
When Sarutobi Yuraku used to practice, he would confine himself to the moves taught by the Yagyu Dojo, and he could only move in and out in a rigid manner.
Until that time Li Zheng showed up and made a deal with Misaka Doemon, stripping her of all her knowledge of kendo, leaving only the basic memories.
When she started practicing again from scratch, her memory became a little blurry, and she accidentally understood the true meaning of Yagyu Kendo while groping on her own.
The long and narrow samurai sword is as fast as lightning, and it cuts straight to the neck of the executioner. There is an aura that cannot kill the enemy with this move, and will never retract the sword.
"Good sword intention." The executor praised, raised his fist and punched out, accurately hitting the side of the katana and deflecting the blade.
Sarutobi Yuraku's slender waist twisted, and his body jumped into the air and flipped sideways three times before landing on the ground without the impact of the opponent's fist.
"In comparison, your fists are like weeds on the roadside, so vulgar!"
On the other side, Yu Xiaoyu's fist was only slightly slower than that of Sarutobi Yuluo, but the evaluation he received was completely different.
The executor rushed forward with his other hand, and collided with Yu Xiaoyu under the bombardment of the iron fist.
However, unexpectedly, he was unable to fight Yu Xiaoyu back, but instead felt a steady stream of power coming from the opponent's fist.
邆, 邂, 邂.
After taking three steps back, the executor looked at Yu Xiaoyu with a look of surprise: "What kind of boxing is this?"
"This is the socialist military boxing...an improved version that combines the techniques of arm-length boxing and Tai Chi. It is specially designed to fight blind people like you!" Yu Xiaoyu clenched his fists with both hands and put on a posture, which was a bit like the kick of Tai Chi.
The hand gestures are a bit like Wing Chun, neither fish nor fowl.
She comes from a military family, has been influenced by the military atmosphere since she was a child, and has systematically learned military martial arts boxing.
Later, I stayed in the army for a long time and learned a lot of miscellaneous martial arts from fellow soldiers who came to serve as soldiers from all over the country.
It wasn't until she was in high school that the academic pressure became more and more intense, and she gradually lost her shape, and her figure also got out of shape, turning into the image of a fat girl that Fengshan later saw during a blind date.
After the blind date failed and she suffered a blow, she picked up the boxing skills she had put down before and practiced them. The main purpose was to lose weight.
Unexpectedly, while losing weight, she actually integrated all the miscellaneous boxing techniques she had learned before and developed a set of boxing techniques that suited her.
"You two look good, you're not the kind of loser who relies solely on your genetic ability to fight." The executor became serious: "It's worth me to fight you."
No matter what level of genetic ability there is, there is an upper limit for improvement. For races without inheritance, choosing to develop genetic abilities is a quick way to become stronger.
But for those races that have racial heritage and rely on strengthening themselves and improving combat skills as their main means of becoming stronger, they disdain no matter how strong their genetic abilities are.
Similarly, there are types that simply use firearms and other weapons as their main means of combat. They also look down upon them because the weapons are dead and the upper limit of their power is also limited. What's more, sometimes firearms and weapons will malfunction.
That's very deadly.
Therefore, in the outer city, the real strong people all follow their own style. At most, they can build some cold weapons with matching strength to increase their lethality.
"Stop talking nonsense and wait and see!" Yu Xiaoyu glanced at Sarutobi Yuluo, who had regained his composure. The two of them could not see each other's eyes, but they seemed to understand each other and once again attacked at the same time, fighting with the executor.
Tchaikov was confused and finally regained some consciousness. He struggled to get up, only to find that he had been seriously injured. Almost all the ribs on his chest were broken. Fortunately, the broken bones did not pierce the heart, but only partially compressed the lungs.
"Cough...cough...poof!"
After coughing a few times and forcing out a mouthful of congestion from his respiratory tract, Tchaikov also took out a set of nanorobots and poured them into his mouth.
He saw someone fighting that terrifying opponent and opened his mouth to remind them to be careful of that weird attack method.
But the unbearable pain in his chest forced him to swallow the words that came to his lips.
Erbatu mingled in the crowd and looked at his former teammates who had fallen to the ground, his eyes flashing frequently.
After a while, he took a few steps back and quietly walked around from behind the onlookers.
Ever since Li Zheng eliminated him in the last round, causing him to fail to advance, he broke with his previous team.
At this time, seeing Li Zheng leading everyone to fight with a group of strong men, he began to think of seeking refuge with those strong men.
"These two people are obviously helping Li Ruizhou. If I make a sneak attack, I will definitely be able to help this master quickly resolve the battle."
As Erbatu approached the battlefield, he suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd, condensed the ice ball in his palm, and threw it at Sarutobi Yuluo, shouting: "Boss, let me help you!"
"roll!"
Unexpectedly, the executor didn't appreciate it. When the two of them joined forces, he jumped up high, smashed the ice ball with his punch, and then hit Erbatu on the head with his hand.
Bang!
The fragile head split open like a watermelon, and blood mixed with brain matter spurted out from under the hood, falling all over the floor.
"Trash like you is not worthy of fighting alongside me!"
The executor said these cold words and did not take a second look at Elbatu's cold corpse. He was not interested in this kind of waste that relied on genetic abilities, and it was even more shameful to fight side by side with this kind of waste.
His honor will never be tarnished by such trash!
After Erbatu was killed with one punch, Sarutobi Yuluo and Yu Xiaoyu stopped and retreated, feeling horrified in their hearts.
The other party has not used its full strength until now!
You must know that the physical strength of all of them is limited by the terminal to a certain strength. Since the other party can kill one person with one blow, it means that he can kill them in the same way before!
"I despise waste, but I appreciate waste who dares to take action against me and fight with me... In other words, this kind of waste is not so waste." The executor turned around slowly, and the big mouth with sharp teeth under the hood grinned happily.
, showing a cruel smile: "The warm-up is over, let me taste the taste of killing."
Before he finished speaking, his body disappeared from the place.
When she reappeared, she was already in front of Yuluo Sarutobi. The violent killing intent crazily stimulated Yuluo Sarutobi's nerves, causing her pupils to shrink involuntarily.
"First."
After clenching his fist and punching out, the executor seemed to do it casually, hitting Sarutobi Yuluo with a simple straight punch.
This punch seemed ordinary, but even before it hit, Sarutobi Yuruo felt desperate.
Can't escape!
Can't answer!
I……
will die!
Sarutobi Yuluo's thoughts were racing. At this moment, many figures seemed to flash through her mind, including her mother, the father she had always hated, her father's first wife, and the boy in a small suit. The final picture was fixed on a slightly indifferent picture.
on the face.
"world!"
"Cut with one sword!"
The shocking fighting spirit burst out, everyone's brains were trembling, and they were trembling under this fighting spirit.
The hair on the executor's back suddenly stood up, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast from ancient times. Out of instinct, he removed the force of his attack and quickly dodged to the side.
