Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

In the curious and puzzled eyes of the audience at the scene and in front of the TV, time slowly passed an hour!

But that Miyamoto Grandmaster still didn't have any intention of appearing!

"Grandmaster Miyamoto can't be cowardly, right?"

In the silence, the sound was particularly harsh.

"Yaga! How could Grandmaster Miyamoto be afraid!"

"Yaga!"

"Bastard, you dare to insult the grandmaster, don't let me see you, otherwise you'll die!"

As soon as this voice came out, it was immediately attacked by the Japanese martial arts community, and although the voice was suppressed, the seeds of doubt had been planted!

Grandmaster Miyamoto won't really be scared, right?

"Grandmaster, does this competition need to be canceled?"

Huang Gang walked up to Wang Zhong and asked in a low voice.

"Nobuyuki Miyamoto hasn't appeared yet, so he probably won't come!"

"No, he'll come!"

Wang Zhong's eyes never opened, but his voice seemed to have some kind of power to calm people's hearts, and Huang Gang's slightly impetuous heart actually calmed down.

It's a pity that not everyone will be treated like this!

More people are getting impetuous because of waiting!

Some people say that the scariest thing is the unknown, because there is no knowing what will happen in the next second!

But Wang Zhong thinks that waiting is also a kind of horror!

Waiting is like a mouse constantly chewing and chewing people's hearts, eating the thing called calmness little by little, and a faint and impetuous breath appears in the air!

"Yaga!"

"Grandmaster Miyamoto won't come!"

"Yaga!"

At two o'clock, the sun hung high in the sky, releasing its heat to its fullest. A trace of the earth began to dry under his light.

The water of the human body is excreted from the body little by little with sweat, and the two physiological and psychological reactions of thirst and anxiety work together, testing everyone's patience!

"Yaga, Miyamoto Nobuyuki, this coward!"

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and began to stand up, walking out of the field without looking back.

"Yaga!"

"Yaga!"

This kind of anxious negativity seems to be contagious. More and more people are starting to leave the market either because of disappointment, or because of physical reasons, etc.!

The venue that had just been sitting densely and standing began to become empty!

But more people chose to stay!

They firmly believe that their grandmaster must not be a cowardly coward!

"Grandmaster?"

Huang Gang walked to Wang Zhong's side and whispered.

"Wait, he'll come!"

Wang Zhong is still the same sentence, his original intention has never changed.

He'll come!

Wang Zhong trusts his own judgment!

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

When the hour hand points to five o'clock. Five hours have passed since the agreed time of the competition!

Many people sit upright under the blazing sun for five hours, the water in their bodies is quickly evaporated, because of the lack of water, they are too lazy to say a word, for fear that the opening will lead to more water through the mouth!

They greedily licked their parched lips with their tongues. Try to bring a touch of moisture to yourself!

They persevered so hard that they could witness this Grandmaster Battle with their own eyes!

They want to witness Grandmaster Nobuyuki Miyamoto defeat Wang Zhong with his long sword and defend the honor of Japanese bushido!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

The clock struck five times, which also indicates that it is now 5 o'clock in the afternoon!

These five bells sounded like five life-urging magic sounds, completely crushing the last trace of hope in their hearts!

They glanced at the calm river expectantly, but what they saw was still an empty river, where was the shadow of Miyamoto Nobuyuki!

Yaga!

They are crying out in despair!

They couldn't believe it, and they were in awe of the godlike guru. It turned out to be a coward who fled without a fight!

This humiliation is like a little whip, constantly whipping their hearts!

Why is this happening?

More people began to leave the arena in shame because they couldn't accept this fact, and even the excited kendo warriors threw their swords on the ground!

They howled and ran out of the field. It's as if there's a demon chasing them behind!

There are elderly warriors kneeling in front of the camera, constantly kowtowing, and their mouths are even more reciting words, and tears mixed with snot wet their chests!

They are praying for Nobuyuki Miyamoto to show up soon!

He is praying for the revival of the spirit of Japanese bushido!

But apparently, he was going to be disappointed, because it was not until the last minute. Nobuyuki Miyamoto would not have appeared, because he waited for work at ease. He wants to bring down Wang Zhong's faith!

Man's greatest enemy is himself!

Wang Zhong sat there as usual, regardless of the old warrior's howl. It was still the young samurai's abandonment of the sword and leaving, but it didn't make his feelings fluctuate in the slightest!

Although the sun outside is hot, Wang Zhong's heart is as crystal as ice and snow!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

Poop!

The clock rang six times, and most of the people in the venue had dispersed, and the rest were mostly reporters and photographers, as well as the staff of the dojo, who were chatting unscrupulously, because in their eyes this contest was just a farce!

They have already thought of the name of tomorrow's report, "Grandmaster Miyamoto Nobuyuki is afraid of war, bushido is gone!"

There are also staff pushing box lunches, ice drinks, etc. to sell in the venue, and everyone has no look of expectation on their faces, more tired!

Unlike physical exhaustion, waiting for a long time is a kind of psychological torture!

Mental exhaustion is the greatest exhaustion!

"He's coming!"

Wang Zhong's eyes that had been closed slowly opened, his spirit looked surprisingly vigorous, as if he had not been affected by waiting at all, but his energy had become more abundant because of the adjustment during this period of time!

"It's the most relaxed time for people. He's coming when he's at his most exhausted!"

Wang Zhong said affirmatively.

"Tired soldiers!"

"Attack the heart!"

"How is this possible?"

Huang Gang subconsciously glanced at the river, did not find any shadow of the boat, and the sun was already in the west, Huang Gang did not think that Miyamoto Nobuyuki would appear at this time!

"If you can't think of it!"

Wang Zhong said with a determined face.

"Grandmaster Miyamoto is here!"

At the moment when the two were talking. Sharp-eyed people find a lonely boat floating above the river!

Dressed in a kimono, stepping on clogs, and with a long sword pinned to his waist, Miyamoto Nobuyuki of the sword slowly floated from upstream, his expression was so calm, as if there was nothing in the world that could move him!

With the advent of Nobuyuki Miyamoto. The reporters and spectators at the scene seemed to be beaten in an instant, and the adrenaline hormones soared!

They flocked to the shore like crazy, just to grab a good spot and be able to catch a glimpse of Kendo Grandmaster Nobuyuki Miyamoto!

"Despicable!"

Huang Gang looked at Yi Yi and waited for work, and the energetic Miyamoto Nobuyuki said with some gritted teeth.

"It's not meanness. It's a strategy!"

Wang Zhong did not agree with Huang Gang's words, but said with some admiration.

"But Nobuyuki Miyamoto is an excellent strategist, but he is not a real samurai, so he lost this battle!"

"Because he has doubts about his martial arts, his martial arts are no longer pure!"

Wang Zhong said confidently.

The flashing lights kept sounding, and Miyamoto Nobuyuki was not ashamed of his tardiness at all, but cooperated in various poses, as if to record his most glorious side.

"Wang Sang. Our jousting can begin!"

Nobuyuki Miyamoto looked at Wang Zhong, respectfully bowed ninety degrees, and said with a serious face.

"Of course. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Wang Zhong said with a smile, and there was no anxiety or anger between the words!

Miyamoto Nobuyuki glanced at Wang Zhong in some surprise, originally according to his thoughts, the young and vigorous Wang Zhong was hung here for so long, and he would definitely be impetuous at this time.

It seems that Wang Zhong is more difficult to deal with than imagined!

The reporters and spectators present greeted each other when they saw the two grandmasters. Wang Zhong even stood up from his sitting state.

Everyone's hearts tugged at each other, because they knew that the battle of the Grandmasters was about to break out!

Wang Zhong slowly unsheathed the true martial sword in his hand. Placing the scabbard on the ground, the long sword like water pointed at Nobuyuki Miyamoto. An indescribable evil spirit rushes straight to everyone's heart!

"The sword and the scabbard are originally one, but you threw the scabbard, which means that you are far from reaching the highest level of kendo!"

Nobuyuki Miyamoto said with a smile as he looked at the scabbard that Wang Zhong had placed on the ground.

Wang Zhong's complexion did not change at all, and his mood did not fluctuate at all because of Miyamoto Nobuyuki's words!

In fact, Miyamoto Nobuyuki's sentence is also a bit strong, not only in China, but even in Japan in fact, most of the Japanese swordsmen do not carry scabbards when they compete in martial arts, and wearing scabbards hinders their hands and feet, and Musashi is the creator of the second sword stream.

The scabbard is one, which is the characteristic of the two knife streams!

Miyamoto Nobuyuki saw that his words couldn't affect Wang Zhong at all, so he didn't waste his words in vain, and slowly pulled out his saber!

The air that was still hot just now suddenly had a biting chill, which made people shiver!

"Demon Knife!"

Wang Zhong looked at the long knife in Miyamoto Nobuyuki's hand that was a little dark red, but it was cold, and couldn't help but say secretly.

Different from what ordinary people see, in Wang Zhong's eyes, it was not an ordinary long knife, and there were countless unjust souls howling in pain on the dark red knife!

This is a magic knife, and it is also a demon knife!

The people who are killed by him, their souls will be enslaved by the magic knife for generations, and they will never be able to live beyond the life, as more and more people are killed, his demonic nature will become heavier and heavier, and finally the person with the knife will be completely reduced to a killing machine!

There is only one such knife in Wang Zhong's impression!

That's Mushimasa!

Demon Knife Muramasa!

Demon Knife Village is not a knife!

Rather, it refers to a specific style of knife!

The Demon Sword Evil Sword originally meant the sharpness of the sword!

But because of a strange legend, the demon sword and the evil sword are endowed with mysterious powers, and as the legend spreads, the demon sword becomes more and more mysterious! (To be continued) R580