The next day, the major newspapers and media published the report, but the title was deliberately changed to the Chinese swordsman, challenging the Japanese kendo master - the ultimate showdown of the century that gambled on the glory of the swordsmanship of the two countries. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The following is a large report on the origin of swordsmanship between the two countries and the subsequent independent development, which blows the kendo again, and only mentions the glory of ancient times and the lack of modern inheritance of Chinese swordsmanship, which is very contemptuous.

It was originally a simple competition, but it was elevated to a competition of swordsmanship between the two countries, and it seems that the right-wing has long wanted to take this opportunity to once again set off an upsurge of Chinese dislike among the Chinese people, so as to consolidate its ruling position.

Soon it was time for the agreed ten-day period, and Zhang Yuntian, accompanied by Keiko Fukada and an administrative assistant, came to the Tokyo Central Gymnasium.

The appointed time was ten o'clock in the morning, just nine o'clock, and the entire gymnasium was already crowded with people, people lined up in a long line, their faces were full of excitement, waiting for the ticket to be checked.

The doors of the stadium are plastered with all kinds of advertisements, and there are people handing out sleeves with advertisements printed on them.

What's even more surprising is that the set is so popular that almost no one refuses to accept such a gift.

It seems that the Mitsui family really never forgets to make money, and even this ordinary competition has to pull politicians to brush up on their political achievements, and by the way, they will advertise and collect some tickets, which is simply a money-making machine.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three gongs sounded, and the venue immediately fell silent, according to the organizers, this is a competition plan formulated according to the customs of China.

Both sides stand in the middle of the field with wooden swords and wear protective gear, and the referee explains the rules of the game, including not grabbing the wooden sword with your hands, not attacking your feet, etc., these clichés, when he finishes speaking, his hands wave to the void in the middle, and the game begins.

The venue immediately boiled, the vast majority of people were holding the cake flag, waving it desperately, and only a small number of Chinese people, holding bright red flags, were shouting and cheering in a group.

Kenichi Mitsui was wearing a white samurai suit, holding a wooden sword tightly in both hands, and a pair of sharp eyes penetrated through the gaps in the protective gear, staring at Zhang Yuntian deadly.

The latter was dressed in a black Han Dynasty samurai suit, without protective gear, and just stood quietly in place, holding a wooden sword in one hand and gently pinching the wooden sword in the other.

The wooden sword of Konithkuni, like the katana, belongs to the knife system, and only one side is a blade, which is very suitable for slashing.

The sword should be a double-edged weapon, usually taking the chopping and slashing, which is known for its agility, so the wooden sword is not a weapon that meets the requirements of Huaguo swordsmanship at all.

"Hey, Huaguo's miscellaneous pieces, dare not bring protective gear, I brought a child to see it, I can't let him see the bloody scene!"

"This guy is too rampant, Mitsui, kill him and make him suffer!"

"Actually holding a sword in one hand, will this guy be able to, don't cheat us out of the ticket money!"

"Hey, hey, I'm going to leave, the Chinese people will lose 50 for a win, 20 for a draw, and there will be ten seconds in the end!"

"Wow, this little handsome guy from Huaguo is so handsome, Mitsui-kun should start lightly, don't break it!"

Kenichi Mitsui is not a kendo master, no matter how noisy or chaotic the stage is, his eyes never leave the opponent in the slightest, and his heart is as calm as water.

Suddenly, Mitsui took a step to the side and began to move slowly around Zhang Yuntian.

A frontal attack is definitely not the best way to start, and it is easy to get caught in a stalemate, but it is a different story when you move, you can either anticipate your opponent's actions in advance or launch a surprise attack when the time comes.

According to normal calculations, when one side starts to move, the other side should also respond immediately, usually by moving in the opposite direction of the opponent at the same speed, so as to ensure that the opponent is always facing the opponent head-on and preventing sneak attacks or revealing flaws.

At this time, the competition is the concentration of the two and the ability to drive the rhythm, generally speaking, the party with strong morale will lead the pace of the other side, then the opportunity to attack is coming, and the victory or defeat has been determined almost instantly.

But Zhang Yuntian didn't take the usual path, he didn't react to Kenichi Mitsui's behavior, and even his eyes didn't look at him, he still stood calmly in place, looking ahead with a blank gaze.

Mitsui turned behind Zhang Yuntian step by step in a counterclockwise direction.

No matter how strong a person's perception is, he also relies on his eyes to judge and respond, and the human cervical spine determines that the person's line of sight cannot reach 360 degrees without turning around, especially the position directly behind, which is the blind spot of vision and feeling.

Shooting from here often leads to unexpected results.

Slowly, Kenichi Mitsui has moved to the best shooting point, and as long as he starts here, with his skill and speed, this competition is over.

But he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to waste the atmosphere created by painstaking solitude, if he won all at once, how could he show that the other party was a swordsmanship master of Huaguo? What glory is there in winning over a helpless man? You'll have to get through a few tricks.

Thinking of this, he slowly turned back again, and came to Zhang Yuntian again, so embarrassed that he turned around.

"Watch out, boy, I'm going to cut off your right shoulder!"

Mitsui Ken saw that Zhang Yuntian didn't even understand the most basic protection weaknesses, and he was sure that he was a novice who couldn't use a sword, so he said the direction of his attack in Mandarin in advance before attacking.

Originally, the venue was very noisy, the two of them were in the middle of the martial arts arena, and their conversation was almost inaudible, not to mention that he spoke Chinese, even if the referee heard it, he couldn't understand what was said.

Yikes!

Mitsui shouted, raised the wooden knife with both hands, and slashed at Zhang Yuntian's right shoulder, his knife was terrifying, but he left a back hand, first fast and then slow, in order to give Zhang Yuntian time to dodge.

The latter didn't know what Mitsui was doing, so he moved half a step to the side, allowing the wooden sword to slash into the air.

Wow!

The audience was in an uproar, but they didn't expect such a sharp blow to be easily avoided.

Koizumi sat on a comfortable sofa in his office, watching the live video transmitted by the right-wing representative at the scene, and couldn't help but smile when he saw this exaggerated blow.

Mitsui, a young man, still has a lot of potential, he knows what the public opinion of the small Japanese country wants, what the people want to see, very good, as long as it continues like this, and then counterattacks and wins with a thunderous momentum, even if the small Japanese country is the first to take the lead in this war of words, it is conducive to enhancing the country's influence in the world, and at the same time severely damaging the prestige of China, which is really a rare good thing. (To be continued.) )