I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 160 Justice Execution
Makoto Otani, who had completely lost his will to fight, left the field in a hurry, bowed to his master Nagaoka Sasuke, and fled out of the arena, unwilling to stay for a second. In his eyes, Fujii tree may already have the shape of a demon.

Miyamura did not stop his embarrassing younger brother. What he was more curious about was how Fujii used his eyes to frighten a well-trained middle-aged swordsman. The secret behind this should be discovered later, right?

Shigure in the auditorium glanced at Miyamura who was on the stage, and Nagaoka Sasuke in the player's seat had a familiar demonic power.

"Fujii-kun must win, come on."

On the side next to her, a girl of the same age as her was sitting, wearing a thick mask and black sunglasses, covering most of the camouflage on her face. It was Saito Asuka, who had the same surname as Shigure.

On the field, Fujii Shu held a sword flower with one hand, and looked at the newly entered Miyamura.

"Toyama-ryu, pass it on without permission, Miyamura Hideaki."

Miyamura declared his name, he was much more cautious than Otani Makoto.

"Flying swordsmanship, don't let everyone pass it on, Fujii tree."

After Fujii said his name, the referee announced the start of the game, so he bent his knees and jumped, holding the sword in both hands and slashing down.

Dragon mallet flash!
His flying slash was sudden and fast, and Miyamura managed to dodge it under full alertness. He rolled over and raised his sword to block the subsequent horizontal slash. Sting, breathing began to be rapid and unsteady.

His strength is much stronger than that of Makoto Otani, even though they are all eighth-dan.

Fujii withdrew his blade, and was able to dodge several consecutive attacks. Miyamura did have a few brushes.

"You haven't tried your best yet, have you? It's terrifying."

Miyamura's steady breathing rhythm, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, looking at Fujii's leisurely look, he analyzed the result.

It is estimated that he is also a special person with ancient practice methods and physique like Sawai Takeshi. Ordinary people are not his opponents at all.

Thinking silently in his heart, Miyamura wanted to collect as much information as possible, and tell his master Sasuke Nagaoka after losing, so as to increase his chances of winning by one more point.

One hit to end it.

Fujii saw Miyamura's plan, only defending but not attacking, didn't he just want to try out his sword moves?Holding the sword upside down, using seven times the strength and speed of ordinary people.

Inverse one word cut!
Zatoichi's ult has long been mastered by heart, the two of them staggered, Fujii threw down the badly deformed nylon sword, turned around and went to the sidelines to get a spare weapon.

"thump!"

Miyamura collapsed to the ground, with a deep mark on the protective gear on his chest, and passed out on the spot.

"Toyama-ryu, that's all."

Fujii made a rare mockery, and looked at the last opponent on the player's bench.

Damn boy, court death!

Nagaoka Zuosuke couldn't control the expression on his face. He didn't intend to use the forbidden drug of Tianwu Wan here, but the two disciples in front of him were too useless. Shanliu's reputation for many years will be ruined in one go, and he would rather die than suffer such humiliation.

Swallowing the Celestial Centipede Pill in the palm of his hand with a fake coughing motion, a hot flow suddenly emerged in the abdominal cavity, pouring into the limbs and the whole body. His height rose a few centimeters out of thin air, feeling unprecedented strength, and he squeezed out a ferocious smile on his withered and wrinkled face.

"Sword come!"

Nagaoka Zuosuke stretched out his right hand, but there was no response for a long time. He turned his head and looked at the two disciples on the player's bench. One was scared away, and the other was on a stretcher. No one paid any attention to his request.

In the end, he had to go get the nylon knife for the game himself, which made him even more annoyed, and he glared fiercely at the crowd of Shanliumen who were watching the game in the stands.

What did he steal?Is there such a powerful stimulant?

Fujii noticed Nagaoka Sasuke's small movements, but he couldn't figure out that it was Tianwuwan, and thought it was some kind of stimulant, which made Nagaoka Sasuke's situation suddenly different.

"Have a good experience of Toyama-ryu's sword skills!"

Nagaoka Sasuke's trash talk lacked aggressiveness, Fujii didn't take it seriously, and still used Wucheng power to deal with him.

With a slight bow on his body, Nagaoka Sasuke shot out, slashing with his sword in both hands, Fujii Shu's pupils constricted, and he raised his sword subconsciously to block.

"Snapped!"

Moving back, Fujii, who had used seven times the strength of a normal person, stepped back for a certain distance. Nagaoka Sasuke did not give him a chance to breathe. Parry and retreat to the white line of the competition area.

"Surprise! My power."

Nagaoka Sasuke, who had the upper hand, opened his mouth proudly, spray splashed horizontally, and his expression was distorted. The infinite mighty power bought in exchange for several years of life really had different reactions.

It's probably ten times the level of ordinary people.

Fujii tree accurately judged Nagaoka Sasuke's current strength, and his face was calm. He didn't know what method an ordinary person Nagaoka Sasuke used to achieve this level, but he finally didn't have to keep his strength in the game. Nearly ten times the physique of the quasi-big monster, like an awakened beast, unshackled from the inside of the body.

"Thank you, you let me do my best!"

Fujii raised his head, and unleashed murderous aura and coercion without reservation. Nagaoka Sasuke, who was proud of himself, froze and began to retreat instinctively.

Lowering his posture and sticking out his right hand, Fujii Shu raised the corner of his mouth and disappeared in place.

Nine-headed dragon flash!

In the real instant eight cuts, Nagaoka Sasuke blocked with left and right, and there was no room for thinking.

Following the last straight thrust, the long sword pierced through the space, whizzed and exploded, and landed on Nagaoka Zuosuke's shoulder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Even Nagaoka Zuosuke, who swallowed the Celestial Centipede Pill, couldn't react in time, was sent flying, and rolled out of the white line area of ​​the game on the ground.

"Well, General Toyama Ryu crossed the line, and General Waseda scored a point."

The referees on the sidelines were dumbfounded. What kind of fairy fight was this? He couldn't even see the movements of these two fights. Fortunately, Nagaoka Sasuke was out of bounds and could make a judgment without thinking.

This weapon is still too fragile!However, it is stronger than a bamboo sword or something.

The nylon knife in Fujii's hand was bent a lot, and he complained, and took the spare knife from the shelf on the sidelines.

"Baga! I want to teach you a lesson!"

Nagaoka Zuosuke stood up from the ground, resisting the uncomfortable feeling of surging blood, roaring and slashing forward.

Fujii tree fought head-on, surpassing Nagaoka Sasuke's strength, allowing him to gradually gain the upper hand in the collision of sword blades. A full-fledged cassock slash made Nagaoka Sasuke kneel down, and the moment he raised his leg and kicked out, he made up for it with a sword , Knocked Nagaoka Sasuke out and scored another point.

Throwing away the scrapped weapon and replacing it with a nylon sword, Fujii turned around, and Nagaoka Sasuke's sword struck him head-on.

This sneak attack that did not conform to the rules of the game did not make him flustered. He slid to dodge, backhanded a sword, and swung the cooled Niichimonjishou, slashing through Nagaoka Sasuke's masked helmet, and threw it high. When it fell, Nagaoka Sasuke had been knocked down by Fujii, and passed out unwillingly.

"The winner of the Kendo Contest in Tokyo, Fujii Shu, representing the organization, Waseda University Kendo Department."

The referee announced Fujii without dispute, and the first-class tickets for the national competition were obtained. Within seven days in late November, the only champion will be contested.

"It's really unexpected. Fujiiki once again won with one against three, and the final opponent is our island nation's [-]th-rank swordsman Sasuke Nagaoka."

The host of the studio, Nobuo Yasuda, laughed exaggeratedly. Toshinori Otake’s face became more dignified. He completely saw Sasuke Nagaoka’s performance. He thought he couldn’t do it. If he got rid of Nagaoka Zuosuke with a single sword, if he met the disciples of the seventh and eighth ranks of the Katori Shinto School, the result can be imagined.

"Thank you, Fujii-kun! For bringing us to this point."

Ichikawa Rikichi and Sayama came up to celebrate. Fujii smiled and did not speak. He saw off Nagaoka Sasuke, who was carried off by a stretcher. join.

In the Kendo National Competition, the top three in the Tokyo area are eligible, and the other county-level administrative regions (counties in island countries are different from Huaguo) vary in importance from one to two. There are a total of 64 teams, and the winners will be divided into six rounds. .The winner will receive a bonus of [-] million yen and vigorously promote the support of his school, and strive to become the basic school of Kendo for the whole people. In the eyes of the ancient school of swordsmanship, it is more attractive than a simple reward for winning.

(End of this chapter)