The boat sent them to the isolated island and left, looking behind them, the smoke and waves were churning, and there were faint black dots undulating and swaying on the sea, which were the warships blocking the island.

This is a cage, a gladiatorial arena.

There are also many contradictions in the culture of the Nanga people, or they are two-faced—on the one hand, they pursue elegance and keep the word 'civilization' on their lips all day long, and on the other hand, they advocate primitiveness, barbarism, and crazy pursuit of violence and force. It is said that a good Nanga nobleman should 'smile forgivingly even if he is offended by a ragged and foul-smelling beggar' on the street, but in the blink of an eye, they can let out a hoarse roar for the swordsman on the duel stage.

Perhaps it is precisely these contradictions that have brought them to the center of the world stage.

The sea breeze is damp and salty, accompanied by the tiny droplets of water bursting from the crashing waves on the shore. As a mainlander, the teacher was not very suitable for such an environment, and the half-day boat trip also made his internal organs a little uncomfortable, but this was only a small problem for a sword master.

The teacher walked last, looking at the other nine men with swords.

Among the nine people, including Ye Qing's top 'swordsmen', but not all the top 'swordsmen' have come here, about two-thirds of them have come, Ye Qing still needs someone to support the façade in the World Championship. You can't let all the top players come over to die, but as soon as the World Championship starts, the dignified Ye Qing can't even beat the teams of the surrounding former junior brother countries, right?

These nine people are roughly divided into two types.

One is the hot-blooded young people, who dare to throw their heads and spill their blood for the motherland, and put life and death aside, these people are pursuing fame through the ages.

One is similar to the teacher, knowing that he is here to bear the blame for the defeat of the war, but he has to come.

The teacher was the nominal 'team leader', but at least six of the nine people disobeyed him, not that these people were arrogant enough to think that they were stronger than the former Ye Qing Sword God, but they simply despised the 'Cowardly Sword God', and the reason was only known to them.

So there are actually three leaders among the nine people, in addition to that teacher, there is also a newly discovered 'genius swordsman' of the national team, named Yu Zhang, and a 'senior' who has been in the world championship with that teacher, called Ruan Zhou.

It just so happened that the teacher didn't have the will to lead them.

Suddenly, the person walking in the front stopped, and it was the 'senior'.

The teacher also stopped and stood in silence at the end.

Voices reached his ears, and were dispersed by the sea breeze and the sound of the waves, which were already a little distant—

"It's a tough battle, and we have to ......"

"We must not be scattered, we must not fight with the Nanga people, we must not blindly pursue the spirit of swordsmanship! At this time, the Nanga people are strong, if we are still scattered and alone, ......"

"Our only hope of victory is ......"

"Adapting to the ...... with the Same"

"Yuzhang, you say ......"

"That song, you ......"

"That ......"

"That ......"

The teacher didn't answer.

When everyone looked, they saw that he had turned his back and looked at the distant sea, because of the bad weather, the end of the sea was hazy and blurry, making it impossible to tell where the sea and the sky intersected and cut each other.

Far to the west, dark clouds are gathering, like a black hole, devouring light.

The tactical discussion of these people was like a scrap of paper that had been torn and scattered in the sky, flying next to the teacher, but he didn't listen to a word, let alone care!

"Naqu, you heard what we said......

"What's wrong with you, teacher?"

"Are you scared and want to fight? I know ......"

"Hehehe! haha......"

"You are not allowed to say that, we are now weak and strong, and if we cannot unite as one, we will ......"

“……”

Finally, the teacher turned around, revealing a face that was already very vicissitudes, with sparse stubble and thick, messy eyebrows.

"The rainstorm is coming......" he muttered.

"What do you think?" Ruan Zhou had experienced the era that belonged to Naqu, and he finally understood the weight of the words 'Ye Qing Sword God'.

"I heard that the festival is also coming?"

"That's right. Ruan Zhou's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the song in front of him, he didn't know why his heart was sour. Nanga's master of the festival had beaten all over the world, and the leaders of all countries had to treat him with courtesy, and Naqu was the only one who had defeated the festival, and then the master of the festival retired. Of course, even after retiring, the master of the festival still has a very high status, and compared to him, that song is simply an extreme.

"When Master Zhujie heard that you had participated in this duel, he resolutely made a comeback, and he did not hesitate to pull down his old face, despite the opposition of his relatives, friends, students, disciples, and even the entire Nanga, and insisted on participating in this duel, saying that it was to meet you again. A young man said.

"Master Zhujie is long gone, he doesn't pose any threat to us, what is really scary is his student, the winner of the last Golden Seal......"

"Don't despise Master Zhujie, it is said that before he retired, the Nanga government spent hundreds of millions of dollars a year to maintain his peak, so even if he is old, his strength fades very slowly, and after he retires, there is someone in charge of his diet and exercise, and the Nanga government has also been dedicated to his recovery in the past six months......"

“……”

There was a lot of talking.

The teacher's mind was empty again.

It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he heard someone calling him, and someone was weird, as if he couldn't hear anything, he only clenched the sword in his hand and walked towards the depths of the island: "I'm going to find them." ”

"What?"

"You're crazy!"

"Are you going to die? Or do you want to find a place to hide and wait for the duel to end, and be a wild man on the island?"

"We said we couldn't disperse ......"

"How can we take the initiative, the Nanga people are all strong, and this is their game, and it is also their home field, and they ...... the rules."

“……”

There was a lot of noise.

The teacher had walked alone from the back of the line to the front, and there was a vertical stone wall in front of him, blocking his path and stopping him.

A young voice came from behind, and there was already a cry in the voice: "Master Naqu, stop! You are putting all of us to death! You go to challenge alone, even if you can beat Master Zhujie, can you beat his students? Even if you can beat each of them at your peak, can you beat ten of them? You will die!"

When the teacher heard this, he was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, half turned to look at the group of people, and said lightly: "They won't ......."

Everyone was stunned.

They may never understand the difference between a swordsman and a swordsman.

After that, the teacher ran a few steps, jumped lightly, jumped directly onto the stone wall, and after one more step, everyone could not see him.

Someone tried to chase him, but it quickly stopped.

This stone wall...... They can't jump.

……

There is a signal device in the center of the island that can sound a flare when one side wins, ending the showdown.

Apparently the Nanga landed on the island before them.

On the way, the teacher saw many stone tablets, or ready-made boulders, with the same sharp handwriting engraved on them, and the name of the festival was left under each stone tablet.

At first, it was a greeting to him, two or three lines and dozens of words, and after summing it up, it was probably 'long time no see'.

Later, it was told about the reverence and admiration of the festival......

and then felt worthless for Naqu, and even grieved and indignant, denounced Ye Qing's government's treatment of him, and even complained bitterly about the conspiracy set up by the Nanga government against him, and mentioned his powerlessness in this regard.

In the end, Suktsu showed the disparity in strength between the two sides and hoped that he would abandon his sword and surrender. He also stated that he had persuaded the Nanga government and the military to get a promise that as long as he abandoned his sword, the Nanga fleet would immediately come up to protect him, and Ye Qing's navy would be blocked. Then he will be taken to Nanga, and at the same time, the festival will even arrange for someone to go to Yeqing to pick up his wife and children together.

It's easy to say, but Sukjie wrote a lot of words, and it seems that the characters in each place were written by his own hand.

It was also evident that it was a big project, and that the words were everywhere from their landing point to the center of the island, and that the song even saw a repetition. It is not surprising that Naqu also dominated an era in the Sujie period, and he was in Nanga, and he had a very high status in Nanga, so it was not difficult to do this.

For these contents, the song is not very surprising.

After Naqu defeated him, he openly told his admiration for Naqu to Nanjia's media more than once, when Naqu was still Ye Qing's pride, Ye Qing's newspaper often reprinted these news.

The teacher was embarrassed about it......

The teacher smiled, he had read the words left for him by the master of the festival, which proved that he was very close to the center of the island.

He had a vague sense that it was ahead.

The teacher clenched the sword in his hand and waved it a few times at will, but this thing was still so handy!

……

Time is irreversible, no matter how much money is spent, the physical strength of the master of the festival is still declining, but this does not affect his status among the ten. In other words, among the swordsmanship masters sent by Nanga, there were only two kinds of people, one was his admirer, and the other was his student.

Master Zhujie stood at the front of everyone, standing with his sword in his hand, closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, but he frowned slightly-

Will he, will he agree?

There are a few young people who are not calm enough, most of their swordsmanship styles are very radical and mainly onslaught, they have already waited a little impatiently, and they can't wait to take the initiative to attack, kill Ye Qingren as soon as possible, and go back early, after all, the storm is coming.

But in front of the master of the festival, they had to hold back.

Suddenly, Master Zhujie opened his eyes, and at the same time, everyone turned their heads sharply to look at the jungle on the left!

The bushes rustle......

Instantaneous—

A leaf on the ground was tilted towards the edge, and a thin silver tip stretched out first, and gradually revealed the subsequent tip of the sword, and everyone seemed to be able to imagine the picture of the owner of the sword pacing diagonally with the sword!

There was no sunlight, and the blade was not reflective, but there was a sharp aura coming, which made everyone hold their breath for an instant.

The figure walked out......

Everyone looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned.

They all fantasized about seeing the scene of this former Ye Qing Sword God, at that time, they might have mocked two sentences to fight a psychological war, maybe they would give this senior enough respect, or they might make a clean move to make him understand that this was no longer his time, but when they really saw that song, they suddenly found that this scene was not at all different from what they imagined.

Most of them have seen that era.

Although many people had not yet participated in the World Championship at that time, and they were still practicing kendo hard, as long as they were yearning for kendo, who had not heard the name of that song?

These two words once overwhelmed the entire Nanga, once represented the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the whole world, were the goal of their struggle, and were also the object of their worship...... Who hasn't been brainwashed by these two words every day, who hasn't imitated his style, who hasn't been influenced by him?

They licked their lips, and when they came to their senses, the man was already standing in front of them—

It's like a mountain!

The blade of the sword hung low, stained with dewdrops, dripping water......

The master of the festival took a few steps first.

"Okay, long time no see......"

"Long time no see. ”

"I heard that you're having a hard time......

"Okay, who's going first?"

With a sentence of 'who will come first', a raised sword blade immediately angered the swordsmen of Nanga!

No matter how strong that song is, it was also yesterday dusk, the events of the past few years have already proved that Ye Qing's sword god has fallen off the altar, and with his repeated defeats, the majesty of the word 'sword god' has long been consumed, who will be afraid of him?

They are the people who represent the highest level of swordsmanship today!

"You're so arrogant!"

"Are you alone, you want to challenge us all!!"

"It turns out that Ye Qing Sword God is such an arrogant person, I thought you were really as humble as you showed in the media......"

"I'll beat you, on behalf of my ......"

"You stand down!" Master Zhujie held his sword and lowered his head, and slowly stepped forward, and finally he raised his head, looked directly into the vicissitudes of life, opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed it again, at that moment he seemed to understand something, and after a long time he whispered, "You have changed a lot from before." ”

"I had some experience. ”

"I see. Master Zhujie posed, his eyes were as calm as water, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I haven't fought for a long time, please advise!"

"You're welcome. ”

The teacher stepped forward, and with a bang, he rarely took the initiative to attack like this!

Three seconds later—

The tip of a sword pressed against Master Zhujie's throat, and where the tip of the sword touched his skin, a trace of blood flowed down, forming a small red snake on the edge of his neck......

Everyone was shocked!

The teacher put away his sword and retreated, and after saluting, he stood calmly—

"Next!"

“……”

The storm seemed to come sooner than expected, but it started with a light rain, but fortunately, the duel ended sooner than both sides had expected, and the clouds were not yet approaching as the red flare in the middle of the island roared sharply into the sky.

The teacher stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out at the sea in the distance, the waves crashing on the shore, and the warship made a long 'woo' sound.

Master Zhujie, dressed in white, stood behind him, and said slowly: "Although you won, what I said is still counted, Nanga will definitely receive you, and it is still too late, your family ......"

The teacher didn't say a word, his eyes were deep.

He imagined the smooth and sunny waters of the sea after the storm had raged......