"Drip ......!"

On the playing field, with another whistle from the referee, the twelfth battle belonging to Hanada Goichi began again. It has been a full eleven rounds, and each game has been played with the opponent for a full 12 minutes, until the referee's whistle blows, and both sides end each game. This was a huge test of the physical fitness and perseverance of the players on both sides of the competition, and at this time, Hanada's feet and arms were already as heavy as a mountain. He is still able to stand here, and it is completely a matter of personal perseverance.

We're going to win!Just drag the game to the last game!

Hanada just walked slowly step by step, and his pace was already more than ten times slower than in the first race. In the helmet, Hanada Gangichi's sweat continued to flow, and Hanada Gangichi's eyes could barely open, but Hanada Gangichi saw his opponent. The kendo genius boy of Shan Gang High School was also constantly spewing out thick white gas from his helmet at this time, and his pace was just as slow.

Hanada suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart. Yes, his ability and level are not as good as those of his opponents, but his will is the same as that of a flower!

Tachibana will win! We will win!

Hanada suddenly accelerated, his whole body was full of strength again, and then he rushed towards his opponent like a wild boar.

At the same time, a tsunami-like roar of support from Tachibana High School was heard around the entire arena.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!"

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!"

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At this moment, everyone in the audience was infected by Hanada Goichi's tenacious will, and there was a loud sound of enmity with the enemy.

In the area of the Tachibana High School kendo team, everyone also stood up one after another, trying to help Hanada Goichi refuel. It seems that in this way, he can transfer his strength and will to Goichi Hanada in the arena. In this deafening environment, the second warrior to appear, Miki Yuji, looked at the main general next to him, Tomorrow like snow. Tomorrow Flower Snow still sits there like a steel iceman, holding her sword in both hands. Like an invincible god of war.

I will do my best to help you! Victory will belong to Tachibana High School and to us!

Miki Yuji looked at Hanada Goichi who was once again in the arena, his eyes flashing with a crazy and determined light.

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The tall mansion is a very modern building, but when Mimiko took Du Ping's arm and stepped off the special car, in front of the foyer of the building, there was already a handsome and handsome waiter standing here. It's not the kind of male waiter in the hotel, but the kind of male waiter who served the master in the aristocratic courtyard in ancient times.

opened the car door for Du Ping and Miyako, guided the two to a special elevator, swiped the elevator with his own card, and walked into it with the two. This is an elevator with only one floor light, and this elevator will only reach one floor. The elevator stopped, the elevator door opened, and a huge space with a height of more than 10 meters and an area of more than 3,000 square meters appeared in his eyes, and the space was arranged into an ancient courtyard in a completely classical style. In the middle is a large hall, and in front of it is a garden of rockeries, flowing water, and flowers. The passage from the elevator door to the main hall door is arranged as if it were a bluestone straight made of ancient bluestone. On either side of the straight are two columns of halberd-wielding samurai in full ancient armor. The black steel armor, the hideous black iron steel helmet that covers the entire head, and the bright and sharp halberd more than 4 meters long in the hand are not parallel goods like toys on TV and TV, they are really terrible weapons that can fight and kill. Two columns of nearly twenty samurai stood there, motionless as lifeless steel statues, and only when someone passed by them, would a terrifying, cold light emit from the eyes of the battle helmet.

Du Pingping stood at the entrance of the elevator and stood still for a few seconds. It is impossible to imagine how in such a modern high-rise building, there is such a building that seems to be hundreds of years ago. I was also surprised by the weapons and images of the two teams in front of me, who were obviously terrible samurai who had seen life in their hands.

Miyako whispered to Du Ping's ear, "Don't be afraid!"

"I'm not afraid. ”

Miyako, "Take it easy! ”

"No problem. ”

Led by the waiter, the two of them walked slowly, step by step, from the two columns, two by two, holding a terrible weapon, a fierce look in the eyes of the samurai into the ancient hall in front.

Miyako chuckled in Du Ping's ear, "Do you feel it? They all have the terrible murderous intent to cut us foreign invaders into human foam! In their brains, we are the damned enemies who robbed their predecessors of the life science for the land they bought with the blood of the life department!"

The waiter glanced back at Miyako, who was smiling as brightly as a flower, and did not make a sound, still silently leading the way. But I still can't hide that strong hatred in my heart.

Du Pingping didn't understand why Miyako was here, at this time, so inspiring these people in front of him who were full of hatred and murderous intent for himself and Miyako. Because Du Ping also saw several pairs of halberd-holding samurai beside him when Mimiko said such words, they all clenched the halberds in their hands one by one, and their bodies also tensed, like beasts that attacked at any time.

So when Du Ping walked away from this samurai road and stood at the entrance of the main hall, he asked Miyako softly.

"Why? Why do you want to provoke them?"

Miyako smiled softly, "The hatred of the samurai is the driving force for their continuous upward movement, and the source of their efforts to rule the territory of the ronin for their lord." If the samurai have lost their hatred, their motivation, then the lord family will also lose their vitality. So, I'm actually helping the Shimazu family. Families that have not experienced the loss of territory will always be the poor and nouveau riche in the lord class. That's why we're all here to help the Shimazu family. They will be infinitely grateful. ”

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Boom!

There was a sound of body and body crashing together, and in the middle of the national high school kendo competition, two swords fell to the ground, and two bodies fell to the ground.

In the last game and the last blow, Hanada Goichi did not defeat his opponent in the end, and at the last moment, the opponent who was a step higher than Hanada Goichi in skill and strength blocked Hanada Goichi's last full blow. But the two people in the arena no longer had the strength to carry out the next sword skill changes and body shape changes, and the two bodies collided heavily after the two swords collided without change. The two of them, who had already lost all their strength, fell to the ground simultaneously.

“1…… 2…… 3……”

The referee has already begun to count the seconds, and the final situation seems to develop into a situation where whoever can finally stand up between the two will win.

Hanada tried hard to stand up, but the dozens of pounds of protective gear on his body weighed down like a huge weight mountain, and he couldn't stand up. But in his gaze, the opponent beside him slowly stood up little by little, step by step.

"Ah......h

Hanada just let out a loud roar, and actually stood up again, standing straight in the middle of the field. Hanada's opponent was startled, and slowly re-established himself to fight again, but Hanada was still standing motionless in the middle of the field.

The referee didn't blow the whistle again, he came to Hanada's body and gently nudged Hanada. Hanada immediately fell straight down like a broken log. The referee instinctively wanted to grab Hanada's fallen body, but the huge weight carried him to the ground one after another.

The referee quickly stood up, bent down to take off the helmet on Hanada's head, and found that Hanada had passed out early in the morning.

The referee blew the whistle for the timeout. Calling the doctor on the sidelines to quickly come here for treatment. Two doctors quickly came to Hanada's side from the sidelines, and after examination, they gave the referee a result of overspending his physical strength and causing him to fall unconscious. As long as glucose is entered, simply rest for a few days, and nothing will turn out.

The referee then announced the victory of the opposing player.

When the victory whistle sounded, the boy who had been fighting with Hanada for more than one and a half hours also fell to his knees. Several members of the opposing team rushed to the rescue.

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It is like the main hall of the ancient banquet, and the owner of the Shimazu family sits in the center, and the two sides are the banquet seats for the ten families to compete for this time. As if to verify the statement of Mr. Shimazu Minamiaki, the Kazama family is really just Du Ping and Miyako sitting here to assume the identity of family representatives. The guests and hosts have all taken their seats, and the waiters serving next to them have all changed from the original male waiters to beautiful and moving maids. The food and drinks were already being served, and the Shimazu family, who were the hosts, did not seem to have the enthusiasm to make unnecessary speeches, so they hastily announced the start of the event.

According to tradition, each family should take the benefits they want!

After Shimazu Nanaki's words, two Shimazu samurai came to the middle of the middle of the middle field with a man with glazed eyes and no hands, and made him fall to his knees.

Du Ping was puzzled and asked Miyako carefully, "What does this mean?"

Miyako, "Think about it! You'll guess it." What did you need to do before going to war in ancient times?"

Du Ping suddenly remembered that in various ancient legends, the army had to use the blood sacrifice of the human head before fighting. I couldn't help but have a cold shiver all over my body, and I desperately hoped that I guessed wrong.

Du Pingping whispered, "Blood sacrifice?"

Miyako complimented, "That's right!"

Du Pingping, "It won't be so cruel, right?"

Miyako whispered, "This was meant to be a cruel game. Even if you are a samurai, you can't live without losing your life. What's more, it is the existence of this kind of ronin who provokes trouble. ”

Du Pingping was puzzled, "The ronin who provoked the incident exists?"

Miyako, "This is the leader of the liars who stirred up the trouble, and you can imagine that he is the highest-end profiteer of this kind of thing. ”

Du Pingping immediately showed in his mind the image of this man sucking the flesh and blood of countless poor, young girls, and immediately felt that he really had a damn reason.

The representative of the Shimazu family of the chairman made a gesture, and two samurai standing next to the kneeling handsless man drew his katana at his side, and nothing more. The man's head simply and simply fell to the ground, and a blood-red column of blood rushed out from the severe, black-hole broken neck, as if a beautiful red belt slid through the air and a beautiful red rainbow, falling to the ground and dyed red, rising with a trace of heat.

Although Du Ping has experienced many deaths, a real person is going to die like this in front of his eyes, but it is the real first time. There was no fear, no fear, as simple as accidentally falling a large bowl off the table. It seems that it should be an extremely vigorous thing, so it was passed over because of the director's trouble-saving experience.

Miyako handed Du a small hand that conveyed warmth, and Du showed Miyako an expression that he was fine.

In the middle of the field, a samurai lifted the head of the human who was still dripping with blood, and walked out of a huge circle of blood around the field. Then he walked back to the headless corpse and walked out of the arena with the corpse with the samurai just now.

"What are they doing?"

Miyako, "This is the offensive and defensive field. If a samurai who thinks he is not good can exit the circle, it means that the opponent wins, and the opponent cannot chase and kill. But no contest samurai ever took the initiative to step out of this circle, so this circle is also called the blood circle by them. Either be carried out after death, or come out of it yourself. ”

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"Drip ......"

In the second first game, the referee blew the whistle for the start of the game. This time, Miki Yuji immediately put on a defensive counterattack posture, and forced his opponent with his sword one by one to consume his physical strength. Tachibana High School is Miki Yuji, who has just come on the court, and Yamagang High School is the player from the previous game who had been fighting for more than an hour and a half and had just rested for less than 15 minutes.

At this time, there were already many people who cursed the rules of the traditional kendo competition team competition. It's not like the best-of-three format in Western games, but three players on each side, and whoever stands there in the end wins. Therefore, there were countless shouts of contempt from Yamagang High School supporters throughout the arena, but Miki Yuji remained unmoved, strictly implementing the battle tactics that his side had stopped. Yuji Miki's strength is still far inferior to this player from Yamagang High School, and if he suddenly fights a duel, he will use the possibility of being killed by his opponent in seconds. And now this kind of physical exhausting combat tactics, it is impossible for the opponent who has just finished an hour and a half to last long.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, the opposing commander's general threw out a white handkerchief representing surrender.

1：1

At this time, Tachibana High School and Yamagang High School were once again on the same running line.

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A small triangular flag more than a meter high with the name of a certain place in the surf was planted on the edge of the blood circle. An elderly samurai with only one hand slowly walked into the inner circle of blood step by step with a katana that had been drawn. It was a gray-haired man of sixty years of age, and with only one hand, he could only hold the katana firmly to his remaining right hand with layers of white cloth with the help of others, and could not hold the hilt of the sword together with both hands like his opponent.

The first of the Shimazu family to enter the arena was an elderly and disabled samurai who was 60 years old and had lost one of his palms, but he was competing against a sturdy samurai who was only about 30 years old with his hands intact and his body intact.

Du Ping was puzzled in a low voice, "How could the Shimazu family send such an old man, and he also lost a hand!"

Miyako smiled, "This is the war strategy of the Shimazu family. Dead people are not terrible, as long as the death is valuable, the first death is much stronger than the last. ”

Du Pingping, "Is he a dead soldier? The Shimazu family is not afraid of defeat and losing the land in this field?"

Miyako, "He's a dead man, he's the steward of the blood-sacrificed territory, so he's also one of the main people responsible for this war. One of the two hands that was sent to the hotel to show us before was his. So afterwards, no matter what the result is, he will definitely commit suicide by seppuku. Therefore it is the gift of the Lord's house, the trust of the Lord's house, and his glory to bring him to war. So don't underestimate him as old and disabled, often such people are the most terrible. Because they are not prepared to survive at all. ”

As if to confirm Miyako's statement, the young samurai who fought against the one-handed old samurai actually started out with a wandering tactic. There was no armor or armor, and the two sides were just the cloth warrior robes. And the weapons held by both parties are also extremely sharp murder weapons. It's a kind of competition on the verge of death, a game of life and death.

The old samurai walked forward slowly with his sword in his hand, and his whole body exuded the will to die.

The old samurai shouted at his opponent, "Your courage and glory as a samurai are there!

The young samurai didn't reply, just kept wandering, constantly looking for fighters. Suddenly, the young samurai rushed out and struck the old samurai in front of his sword, making a loud noise. Then the young samurai wandered away.

Du Ping is not a layman in kendo, and since Aiko Imamiya is not threatening and challenged, Du Ping's kendo level continues to grow rapidly. Coupled with the fact that Du Pingping continued to use his own sea knowledge system to increase his kendo proficiency and combat simulation, Du Pingping had already seen that the tactics used by this young warrior were only constantly consuming the opponent's physical strength.

The old samurai's disdainful voice, "Guts fellow! your samurai glory is there." ”

"The glory of the lord's family is the true glory of the samurai! you will die, and my family will surely gain the territory of this time." ”

Old samurai, "Really, then please come and kill me!"

The two wandered around, each looking for a fighter plane, and constantly impacting and provoking each other with mocking language. The battle began instantly, and it was the old samurai who chose to attack, but it was he who was really injured in the short encounter. A streak of blood stained his robe red from his left abdomen. His attack just now was not only easily dodged by the young samurai, but it also left him with painful wounds. This is the real battlefield, without any protective gear and with real, ancient killing weapons, where every attack can produce terrible and deadly results.

Young samurai, "Old man, you are old! If you choose to surrender, you might as well quit the bloodband early." ”

The old samurai's weak forearm touched his wound, leaving a pained expression.

Old samurai, "You want me to surrender, then take my life yourself!"

The old samurai struck again, but the young samurai, who was healthy, full of physical strength, and agile speed, dodged lightly again, and inflicted a small damage on the old samurai's back. The pain had slowed down and stiffened the old samurai's movements, and though he continued to charge at his enemies like a warrior who never got discouraged, he was wounded every time.

The young samurai still carried out his own tactics of draining the opponent's physical strength and will, and always seized various opportunities to inflict large and small injuries on the old samurai one at a time. Gradually, the old samurai's robes were all stained red with blood, and his body was getting slower and slower, and his movements were becoming more and more sluggish. There were already many sighs in the audience, and many people already thought that the death of the old samurai had become inevitable.

Miyako came to Du Ping's ear and whispered, "What do you think?"

Instead of answering Miyako's inquiry, Du Ping looked at the representative of the Shimazu family in the main seat, where he seemed to still sit still. His expressions and movements did not change in the slightest, and no one could discern any thoughts or thoughts from his expressions. Even if the old samurai is in jeopardy, you still can't see the slightest change in his expression. It seems that he does not care about the life of his samurai or the gain or loss of the land.

Du Ping came to Miyako's ear and whispered softly, "That old guy also used to throw a trap, although the scene looked terrifying, I still believe that he still has the power to really fight." ”

Miyako, "He's deliberately adapting to his opponent's tactics, lowering his vigilance, and making his opponent careless, so as to find an opportunity to win his own fight?"

"Yes, I think so. ”

Between Miyako and Du Pingping's soft voice, the young samurai over there struck again, hitting the old samurai's right thigh. The old samurai involuntarily fell to his knees and gasped for breath. Mimiko saw that in her eyes, her eyes were worried.

Miyako, "He's playing with fire." ”

Du Pingping, "If he doesn't play with fire, he won't have a chance to win." Playing with fire may be a decisive opportunity. How would you choose?"