Fukuzawa Fuyumi listened to Kitahara Shuji's confident laughter, and suddenly woke up - you can't be afraid, fear is really losing!

But she looked at the figure of Kitahara Shuji rushing over, but she felt that the other party's momentum was extremely high, almost invincible, as if her defeat was decided, and it could not be avoided after all!

But she is not reconciled, she definitely doesn't want to lose!

She suddenly roared loudly, like an angry little tiger that had been shot in the ass by an arrow, and tried her best to temporarily dispel the gloom in her heart, and the slash against Kitahara Shuji was also a knife, to slash and slash. Kitahara Shuji flexibly jumped around her, one after the other, attacking her with a fast but not bully, slashing at the bamboo sword in her hand.

Fukuzawa Fukuzawa was beaten crooked by Kitahara Shuji every time she slashed, and she was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood, and Kitahara Shuji changed the footwork of not leaving the ground just now, and changed it to a variety of jumps, and after the forward jump and slash, she jumped back with the reaction force when the slash was blocked, and she was extremely flexible.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi was slashed sideways and was beaten to the side by Kitahara Shuji, but this time Kitahara Shuji was one-handed, and he couldn't control the bamboo sword, Fukuzawa Fuyumi was just happy, and tried his best to turn the hilt of the sword to change the direction of the bamboo sword and slash it towards Kitahara Shuji, but saw Kitahara Shuji take the opportunity of both sides to expose the empty door, and his body suddenly approached, and the splitter punched her on the face armor, which suddenly made her staggered back a few steps.

Fukuzawa Fukuzawa Fuyumi was punched and didn't recover from the concussion, Kitahara Shuji's slash came again, she could only desperately lead this slash to the side, and took the opportunity to rush behind Kitahara Shuji, but unexpectedly, Kitahara Shuji flew up and kicked her ass with a diagonal jump, and immediately kicked her to the ground.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi waved her bamboo sword indiscriminately to prevent Kitahara Shuji from pursuing, and barely got up, but her heart was even more confused, and her breathing was short, and she could only look at Kitahara Shuji angrily and helplessly, and her heart was shocked: Is it Kurama Flow? No, is it Body Flow?

Kurama-ryu is a quirky genre that pursues not to kill the enemy immediately, but to cut the enemy's weapon first, and then to cut the enemy's weapon before the person - a genre that developed for duel swordsmanship, and was once deeply hated. (The knife is so expensive)

The body is even more wonderful, it is said that it is a school of swordsmanship, but it is like a monkey jumping around and not to say, and it is still punching and kicking at every turn, and there are more physical skills than swordsmanship skills, it is said that it is a school of physical arts, and he holds a sword in his hand, and after beating the enemy dizzy, he will eventually rely on the sword to kill the enemy.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi couldn't figure it out, and shouted angrily, "What the hell are you!?"

The audience outside the stadium was also confused, it didn't look like a practice match now, how did they punch and kick? These two people weren't fighting, right? What about the club mates who said they were good? What about showing the charm of kendo when they said they were good?

The interim referees of the two classes of AC tried to stop the "practice match" from going on, but Yuma Uchida saw that Kitahara Shuji was so brave that he had the absolute upper hand, and he was so happy that he was willing to stop the game - he desperately stopped those two men and gave Kitahara Shuji a chance to beat Fukuzawa Fuyumi.

If it weren't for guarding the face of more than 80 classmates, he would have bent down and picked up the bamboo sword and rushed up to help Kitahara Shuji beat the water dog - his discipline value has always been negative, and he has no psychological burden to be an accomplice.

Kitahara Shuji ignored Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's words, and a small jump forward was a slash on the head, murderous.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi didn't dare to take out the sword for a moment, and when she missed the opportunity, she could only choose to hold the bamboo sword with both hands and raise it above her head to form a "torii structure" - the posture is like the "open" character torii in front of the shrine, hence the name - to deal with the slash from above, and then it should be a horizontal slash - In Guliu swordsmanship, attacking is for attacking, and defense is still for attacking, but her offensive spirit has been completely consumed by successive failures, and her body is also a little stiff and out of control, and she actually took a step back while maintaining the posture of Torii Structure, and failed to send out a horizontal slash.

Kitahara Shuji didn't have any pity for the jade, and he didn't care what other girls thought of him, so he slashed like a storm, each time heavier and faster, and finally pressed Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's bamboo sword on top of her own head.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi has no choice, she is short and short-armed, once she loses the spirit of active attack and does not dare to take the initiative to get close to the enemy, it is simply the life of being beaten, but she has a bottom line in her heart, that is, she absolutely refuses to admit defeat, and she gritted her teeth and insisted on being beaten so badly, and her eyes were red.

Kitahara Shuji's heavy slash came again, her arms were already sore, and Torii Gou couldn't maintain it anymore, the bamboo sword in her hand was smashed on her face armor, and Kitahara Shuji was unforgiving, his eyes shrank, and he shouted for the first time: "Die!"

The bamboo sword in his hand retracted and stabbed out suddenly, stabbing heavily on Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's face armor, and the power was so great that Fukuzawa Fuyumi was stabbed out and rolled out, and finally lay face down on the floor.

Lost......

Fukuzawa Fuyumi lay there motionless, her little hands clenched into fists and her palms hurt, desperately holding back but tears still burst out of her eyes, she didn't even dare to look up to look up at Kitahara Shuji's triumphant appearance...... He must have been very proud, he won again! That little white face, that bastard, let him win again!

She was in pain, suddenly felt a sinking on her back, and looked up in surprise, only to see Kitahara Shuji stretching out one foot and stepping on her back, slowly raising the bamboo sword, and couldn't help but be frightened: "You, you, you...... What do you want to do?"

Kitahara Shuji stepped on her lower back, like stepping on a little wangba, to prevent her from being able to stand up and fight back, and smiled: "I won the duel, of course I have to make up the knife...... What, do you have an opinion?"

Fukuzawa Fuyumi's tears are like springs, not afraid, but unwilling. She shouted angrily, "You dare! you wait...... You wait...... I can't spare you!"

Kitahara Shuji looked at Fukuzawa Fukuzawa, who couldn't move, from the gap in his face armor, and chuckled: "Fukuzawa-san, I have always believed in the principle of being kind to others, but I am not temperless - people don't offend me, I don't offend people, if people offend me, I will offend people, double the return! Before you make trouble with others in the future, think carefully about whether you will fall to the point in front of you, no one in this world will be afraid of anyone, and it is not your home outside, and no one will get used to you, this is my advice to you!" This sword is also a lesson for you, remember to see me walk around in the future, and if you dare to provoke, it won't be so cheap next time!"

After he finished speaking, his face turned cold, and the bamboo sword in his hand swung down like lightning, hitting Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's head heavily, which can be regarded as taking off her "head" and completing the last process of the duel.

Fukuzawa Fuyumi's eyes darkened, and she was directly stunned, and the audience was silent, and many girls still showed fear in front of their chests - just now Kitahara Shuji's posture was full of killing intent, as if he was really holding a sharp knife to cut off Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's head.

Uchida Yuma was the first to react, holding the red flag high and waving it over his head, shouting, "Red side Kitahara wins!" Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him, and almost everyone did not come to their senses.

Kitahara Shuji owed a debt to the onlookers, which was regarded as an apology and a salute, and most of the onlookers were forced by his momentum to stand up and salute in return-only after returning the salute, they all reacted, and they were all a little surprised.

After a while, the discussion sounded, and the people who ate melons began to use their imagination to speculate about what kind of grievances and hatreds there were between Fukuzawa Fukuzawa Fuyumi and Kitahara Shuji, and what kind of love and hate were intertwined, I don't know if there would be eighteen versions the next day, and five illegitimate children could emerge, but obviously they didn't dare to be too loud, and it seemed that Kitahara Shuji, who was slowly stepping down, was a little intimidating.

Shikijima Ritsu walked up quickly, helping Kitahara Shuji untie the protective gear, with a strange expression on his face: "Kitahara-kun turned out to be so good?"

Kitahara Shuji glanced at him, knowing what he was thinking, Bacheng thought that he had concealed the past of practicing swordsmanship, but this was difficult to explain, so he could only say sincerely: "Eryu, whether you believe it or not, I really just practiced for less than three weeks......" Saying that, he thanked Shikijima Ritsu again, "Thanks to the books and equipment that Airu lent me, this time I was able to win all thanks to Airu, thank you very much!"

Listening to his sincere words, the expression on Shikijima Ritsu's face was a little relieved, and he blushed and whispered: "No need to thank you, Kitahara-kun relied on his own strength to win, I deserve it, I dare not be, I dare not be...... Maybe I'm too careful, I'm sorry, Kitahara-kun. I've always believed that there are geniuses in this world, and I guess Kitahara-kun is the kind of talented person!"

Kitahara Shuji shook his head and said that what he said was not right, he was actually just taking advantage of the skill, otherwise he would have to practice hard to defeat Fukuzawa Fukuzawa Fuyumi - there is no correct posture engraved in the brain with skills, and there is no skill to assist in adjusting the posture, so I don't know if he is already disabled.

However, he does not feel ashamed, and it is his advantage not to be a fool if he has it! Do those people who are born with good brains have to pretend to be stupid in order to be fair? In his previous life, he was so unhappy, others could study in peace and stability, and when he was hungry and drank tap water in the middle of the night to satisfy his hunger, what should he do if he had a headache in tuition, and it would be unfair to have a small innate advantage in this life? Why did no one demand fairness from others in his previous life? He can't be a double standard!

It's just that it shouldn't be praised, it should be used or it must be used - he is a standard pragmatist.

Shikijima Ritsu only thought that he was modest, and looked at him more gently, and at the same time changed the subject: "By the way, Kitahara-kun, isn't it a little too ...... to treat Fukuzawa-san like this?"

Kitahara Shuji saw this problem very thoroughly, and said with a smile: "She provoked first, and it was a fair duel, I don't think there's anything wrong with it...... She's trying to get into trouble, and if I lose, do you think she'll give me a step?"

According to the temperament of the little radish head, if you win, you will definitely have to step on a few feet to be happy!

"It's too!" Shikishima Ritsu nodded obediently, turning his head to look at Fukuzawa Fuyumi - his heart was softer, and he was a little worried that Fukuzawa Fuyumi would not be able to withstand the blow. At a glance, I didn't find the shadow of Fukuzawa Fuyumi. At this time, there was an unwilling and resentful shout from the door of the kendo field: "Kitahara Shuji, you bastard waited for me, and now you are my lifelong enemy! I will never forgive you! You bad bastard! You wait for me! You wait for me......"

Fukuzawa Fukuzawa's hair was a little messy, her palm-sized face was stained with tears, she waved her visor in anger, her eyes were red and she yelled a few times unwillingly, and then she wiped her tears and turned around and rushed out of the door - she had no face left here.

The kendo teacher who had just come back was almost hit by her, touched his head, looked at Fukuzawa Fukumi who fled barefoot, and asked strangely, "What happened?

All the students in the three classes of ABC are silent, what is it better than that, one of the "heads" of one of them has been cut off, how can it be compared?