Chapter Eighty-Six, Red Eyes!

"Who can't afford to lose?" said Saburo Fujino, screaming like a rabbit that has been stepped on by the tail.

If this is not the case, why has Fujino-sensei been picking on such small faults? I can't help but suspect that this behavior is Fujino-sensei's justification for his failure. Fang Yan said with a sneer.

Seeing that the two living treasures were fighting again, Lu Chaoge glanced at it, and then his eyes returned to the fierce battle in the middle of the field.

Matsushima Ki shook his head, helpless against these two people.

"I'm afraid you'll cheat. Saburo Fujino said confidently. This is your territory, and who knows what you'll do for victory?

This is a typical villain's heart to live the belly of a gentleman. Fang Yan said mockingly. "You went to Class 9 to observe, did anyone invite you?"

Saburo Fujino thought about it, and the person who proposed to go to Class 9 to audit at that time was Vice Principal Matsushima Kiri. Matsushima Ki was curious when he saw that Fang Yan was so young and could become Suzaku's Chinese teacher, so he proposed to go to the classroom to audit.

In other words, they are a random expedition and no one arranges it.

"Nope. Saburo Fujino said.

"Who is the person who proposed the tea ceremony, calligraphy, fencing triathlon?"

"It's me. ”

"In that case, it should be up to me to question your school's deliberate arrangement, right?, why is it your turn to question us?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He pointed at Kaoru Chiba Ueno Nobita and Chiba Yoshitake, who was swinging his sword and slashing diagonally on the field, and said, "You dare to swear to all the gods of the two countries that they are not the candidates you arranged in advance?" Or is it because you already knew that there were such masters in your team, so you deliberately proposed these three competitions?"

"There are a lot of talents in our school, not to mention these three kinds of programs----- "Saburo Fujino said stiffly. He didn't want to admit that he was mentally calculated and unintentionally turned out to be very sad now.

"Really, then let's add three more events to compete?" Fang Yan said with a smile.

"-------" Saburo Fujino didn't dare to agree. Of the three matches he had arranged in advance, Suzaku won two of them. Now, if Suzaku proposes the competition, will they still have a chance to win?

It's okay for others to insult themselves, but can they insult themselves if they can use it?

"Why?

"It's too late to schedule. Saburo Fujino finally found an excuse to go out. "We're going back tomorrow. Students are not allowed to delay their homework. ”

"Look at it, you have taken advantage of all the advantages, and Fujino-sensei is still suspicious of us. If you really think that there is a problem with the three students I chose, their student files and materials are in the school archives, and you can consult them at any time, there is no way to fake this---- but I would like to ask, are all the twenty students in the same class this time?"

"Naturally not. Saburo Fujino said. "We're merit-based. Every year, that's the rule of Takehito. ”

"That's right. You select outstanding students from the whole school and even the whole country to form a group-----"

"We just select expatriate students from within Wuren Middle School. Saburo Fujino corrected. Who auditioned students from all over the country to participate in the competition?

"Who knows what happened to you in the East, I can't check their student ID cards and archives-----" Fang Yan said with a wave of his hand.

"--------" Saburo Fujino felt like he had been stabbed in the chest. Blood-drenched feeling.

"You use the best students from all over the country to compete with the students of our class, do you think you are sorry to do this?" Fang Yan said indignantly. "We know it's unfair to us, but we still haven't refused---- why? Because we treat you as our guests, as our close comrades. But Fujino-sensei---- how do you treat us? Is this the attitude of the Oriental towards friends?"

"I'm sorry-----" Saburo Fujino was deeply moved, and blurted out these three words.

After finishing speaking, Saburo Fujino reacted, why did he apologize to him? This guy has a stomach full of bad water, who knows which sentence he said is true and which is false?

"Mr. Fujino can recognize his mistakes and the problem of small belly and chicken intestines, and can sincerely apologize to me-----" Fang Yan held Fujino Saburo's hand and said sincerely: "I will consider accepting it." ”

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When the two were bickering, the battle between Chiba Yoshitake and Tang Cheng in the middle of the club hall had reached a white-hot stage.

Luo Yi followed closely behind Chiba Haowu and Tang Cheng, constantly shouting, and from time to time he shouted something like a good sword and a good sword is really cheap, as if he was participating in the battle.

The baby-faced Chiba Yoshitake entered a state of madness at this time, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were sharp, and the black robe on his body was flying in the wind. Every time you move forward or backward, you can bring a fierce wind.

He inherited the essence of Beichen's sword flow, and the sword was simple but the angle was weird. Each sword pierces the opponent's fatal place. Coupled with the ghostly speed at which he started at full speed, it was impossible to guard against.

Tang Cheng's profound basic skills also came in handy at this time, so as to respond to all changes without change. He was tall and moved gently. Standing there is like a target, allowing Chiba Haowu to attack up and down, left and right, and is busy.

Tang Cheng changed his combat strategy. Originally, he wanted to fight with Chiba Yoshitake quickly and end the battle in the shortest possible time. It will look more handsome this way.

However, when he found that he couldn't defeat Chiba Haowu in a short period of time, and Chiba Haowu was better at it than himself, he knew that the situation was wrong.

Rhythm!

Everyone has their own unique rhythm, which is also the rhythm they are best at.

Chiba is good at martial arts, but Tang Cheng's basic skills are solid, and his swordsmanship is more suitable for static braking.

He can't follow the rhythm of Chiba Yoshiwu, he has to control the rhythm himself, or rather, he has to give full play to his rhythmic expertise.

As a result, it has become the current state of fast attack and slow defense.

It is precisely because the two of them have taken what they are good at to the extreme that this game is exciting.

Sprint!

The long sword in his hand slashed down vigorously, hitting Tang Cheng's face door.

Tang Cheng blocked with a short dagger, walked a few steps with his feet, and crashed directly into Chiba Haowu's arms.

Chiba Haowu's sword was raised in the air, and the big air in his arms was empty, and the inner line was lost all of a sudden.

However, his changes are extremely fast and extremely vicious.

Sou!

The wooden sword in his hand swirled one hundred and eighty degrees, and the tip of the sword was originally outward, but with the barb of his wrist, the tip of the sword stabbed directly into Tang Cheng in his arms.

To an onlooker, this is almost a suicidal move.

If he was holding a real sword in his hand, he would inevitably stab his own body while piercing Tang Cheng's body.

However, he was well aware of the characteristics of the wooden sword, and he knew the weight of the sword and what kind of damage his opponent would inflict on the speed with which he could unleash the sword.

Yikes!

Tang Cheng once again pressed the tip of the long sword with the hilt of his sword, and slammed his elbow back fiercely.

Chiba Yoshitake now has two options. Or, he took the elbow blow, but insisted on stabbing the long sword in his hand into Tang Cheng's chest. Either that, he dodged the elbow strike, and his own suicidal assault collapsed at the same time.

Chiba Yoshitake chose the former.

Fighting, if the two sides are evenly matched, all that has to be done is nothing more than a matter of choice. The wise man kills 1,000 enemies and loses 800 himself, and the foolish man kills 800 enemies and injures 1,000. If you lose the strength of the other, you will win or lose.

He could withstand the elbow blow, but he believed that Tang Cheng would not be able to withstand the piercing technique he had performed with all his might.

"Hmm-----" Chiba snorted, his upper body falling back, but his lower plate was unusually stable.

Crunch ----

The tip of the long sword in his hand stretched forward like a bamboo, and the hilt of the sword rubbed against it with the sound of baring teeth.

The tip of the sword approached Tang Cheng's chest inch by inch, as long as he was allowed to pierce it, Tang Cheng would lose his ability to fight in an instant.

Of course, a permanent loss of combat capability.

"Ah----h

A scream came.

The wooden sword in Chiba Haowu's hand fell to the ground in response, he covered his abdomen with his right hand, and his body staggered backwards to the ground.

Thump----

His body fell on the wooden floor, his expression hideous, his forehead sweating, and he looked extremely painful.

Tang Cheng stood still, just sneering and looking at Chiba Haowu who was sitting on the ground.

The hilt he originally held in his left hand to block the tip of the sword reached his right hand, and red blood droplets oozed from the blade.

"Chiba Yoshitake -----" A group of people rushed over and surrounded Chiba Yoshitake in the middle.

Fujino Saburo rushed in front of Tang Cheng and roared, "Boy, you bastard---- what the hell happened to you? What the hell did you do to him?"

Chiba Kaoru had a small face, pear blossoms with rain, and cried and said, "Brother ---- good martial arts, are you okay?"

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Matsushima moved a beat slower, unable to squeeze into the middle of the crowd.

Her face was embarrassed, her eyes were sharp, and she said, "If something happens to our students, we will definitely seek justice----

Lu Chaoge looked at Matsushima Ji with a calm expression and said, "We don't want such a thing to happen, of course, I will respect any choice you make." ”

Tang Cheng walked up to Fang Yan, threw the hilt of the sword in his hand to the ground, and said very freely: "I won." ”

With that, he turned around and left.

"Be careful. Someone shouted.

I saw that Chiba Haowu, who was still lying on the ground just now, didn't know when he jumped up, holding a long sword and stabbing Tang Cheng fiercely in the back of the heart.

This kid is red-eyed!