Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

For a while, the scene fell silent.

Whether it was Qing Zang, Su He or others, they all looked dumbfounded.

They couldn't figure out why Komaji was able to knock out the big black man with one blow.

Only the secretary knew that Komaji's attack used part of his medical knowledge.

There is a vagus nerve in the chin of a person, and if it is slammed for a short period of time, it will cause temporary dizziness to the brain and even lead to loss of consciousness.

He also learned this knowledge during the four years of working for the secretary.

The fusion of human body knowledge and unarmed combat constituted his achievement of knocking down a big man.

With a clever play, Su He immediately reacted.

He was still very shocked at the moment, but as a referee, he still had to announce the result fairly.

"Victor, Koma..."

Before he finished speaking, several figures suddenly flashed past Su He.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be seven or eight disciples of the swordsmanship dojo.

Realizing what his disciples wanted to do, Suhe shouted hastily.

"stop!"

Although the master had spoken, the angry disciples could not listen at all.

Eight tall disciples rushed into the arena, punching and kicking Komaji in the center.

Facing the siege of many people, Komaji still didn't look panicked.

He bent over to avoid the latest punch, and then knocked them down with a sweeping leg.

Then he punched another person in the face, and the clear sound of bone cracking resounded throughout the venue.

There was no trace of fear on Komaji's face, only excitement for the battle.

Not long after, he knocked down all the eight disciples who were besieging him.

Although there were many bruises on his face and body, he still stood there, his consciousness still clear.

"It's all here, why haven't you announced the result yet?"

The Secretary's icy voice made Su He shiver.

Although it seemed that the other party didn't intend to pursue his disciple's ignorance of the rules, Su He always felt that the other party's gaze was so piercing.

After announcing that Komaji was the winner of the unarmed combat, the second swordsmanship competition also began.

Surprisingly, Imura was the secretary's opponent.

After emergency treatment, Imura, who had only suffered some superficial injuries, seemed to be fine now.

Of course, the swelling on his face has not dissipated, and he still looks like a pig's head.

Looking at Imura holding a wooden knife, Awakawa's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Although his son is terrible at being a man, he is quite talented in swordsmanship.

Even himself, at the same age, was somewhat weaker than Imura.

Waving his hand, Suhe signaled the disciples to push up the props for the competition.

Soon, a bundle of bamboos appeared in front of Secretary and Imura respectively.

There are ten bamboos in total, and from the appearance, they are all hard mangosteen.

And each of them has the thickness of an adult's wrist.

The method of the competition is also very simple, that is, to chop the bamboo with a wooden knife, and the person with the most number wins.

It sounds very simple, just chopping bamboo.

But the difficulty is also difficult, to split the bamboo with a wooden knife.

It is difficult to cut bamboo with a real knife made of iron, let alone a wooden knife.

"Imura, you start first."

"Yes!"

Nodding to his father, Imura then threw a contemptuous expression at the secretary.

Standing in front of the bamboo, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The wooden knife in his hand was raised high above his head.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Imura roared, and the muscles in his arms and whole body exploded in an instant.

The wooden knife fell and turned into a stream of light, cutting into the bundle of bamboo.

"click"

Following three soft bangs, Imura's strike cut off three bamboos.

"Humph."

Lifting his chin, Imura's eyes were full of disdain.

And Suhe nodded in satisfaction after seeing his son's record.

When I was his age, I could only cut off two.

Among the known peers, Imura's strength is already in the forefront.

And his opponent, according to the disciples, seemed to be a doctor.

A doctor who dabbles in kendo, a melee?

Shaking his head, Su He felt that the secretary might just come to add a head.

"That's fine, let's end it like this."

Already starting to plan how to explain Jingcun's matter to Qingzang, Suhe didn't have much hope for the secretary.

Picking up a wooden knife, the secretary stood in front of the bundle of bamboo.

Not far away, Imura, who was standing next to the weapon rack, was looking at the secretary with a sarcastic smile on his face.

It doesn't matter if this guy looks a year or two older than himself, and the training of swordsmanship is not completely determined by age.

This doctor looks so thin, let alone chopping bamboo, he probably can't even hold a knife.

"Hey, if you can't do it, give up as soon as possible."

Imura taunted the secretary with his hands forming a trumpet shape.

"One win and one loss is a good result for you, so go back quickly."

Facing Imura's provocation, the secretary didn't speak, but changed his direction slightly.

Himself, Bamboo Bundle, and Imura formed a straight line.

Then, with his right hand alone, he raised the wooden knife.

After seeing the secretary's way of holding the knife, Imura even laughed outright.

"What kind of holding a knife is that? Didn't that guy Keizang tell you how to hold a knife?"

Seeing this, the other disciples also responded one after another.

What's more, he squatted down directly clutching his stomach, as if laughing until his stomach hurts.

Su He shook his head slightly after seeing this scene.

It is not easy to cut bamboo with a wooden knife, let alone with one hand.

The other party really just came to make up a number.

Just when Suhe thought so, he found that Qingzang beside him was not nervous, but had a relaxed expression.

It seems that he is much more relaxed than in the previous Komaji competition.

Before Su He could speak, the secretary moved.

The wooden knife in his hand fell slowly and hit the bamboo bundle at an extremely slow speed.

"Boom."

The two sides collided together, making a crisp sound.

"Hahaha!"

Laughter broke out, and Imura and the other disciples couldn't hold it anymore.

Tears of laughter came out one by one, and I almost choked out laughing.

Without speaking, the secretary just turned around slowly and walked towards the shelf where the wooden knife was placed.

"Snapped."

The moment he put the wooden knife back, the seemingly innocent bamboo suddenly moved.

In the center of each of the ten bamboos, a vertical crack appeared.

"click"

It was just a crisp sound, but the ten bamboos were split in half at the same time.

Not only that, an invisible air flow gushed out from the broken bamboo and rushed towards Imura in an instant.

Before he could react, he was completely enveloped in it.

At this moment, he felt as if he had been hacked into pieces by someone, and his whole body was full of severe pain.

His eyes widened, his pupils were bloodshot, and Imura felt that he might die in the next second.

His back felt chilly, his body trembled uncontrollably, and all the muscles and cells in his body were howling.

He had a feeling that if the other party wanted to, he would have been cut in two.

Five seconds, but it seems as long as a century.

When the time was over, Imura, who came back from that feeling, felt as if he had recovered his life from the hand of death.

Suddenly, he felt a little wet under his body, and there was a bad smell.

Lowering his head, Imura's face turned into a liver color.

It turned out that during these five seconds, he was so frightened that he shitted.

The facial muscles kept trembling, and Imura only felt that he had no face to meet other people.

All this is because of the man who claims to be a doctor.

Mixed with shame and anger, his breathing became rapid, like an angry orangutan, his chest kept rising and falling.

The originally exhausted body was filled with strength again because of the anger, and even that memory was temporarily suppressed.

Reaching out, he took a real knife directly from the weapon rack.

With anger and resentment on his face, Imura rushed towards the Secretary.