"Being distracted in battle will make you die ......"

When?! Kirito's heartbeat slowed down at this point. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The long stick smashed at the top of his head with the force of splitting Huashan, and Kirito had no doubt that if the stick was solid, his head would be planted in the ground like a turnip

The thought in his heart was still spinning, and his body reacted automatically, Kirito appeared on the edge of the training ground, and the long stick could only helplessly split an afterimage.

Asakura pulled out a long stick from the shattered floor, carried it on his shoulders in a dashing manner, and looked at Kirito who had teleported there with a "sonic impact".

"Yo drink, there are a lot of means...... Let's make it a little more enjoyable......"

A water stain spread out on the soles of Asakura's feet, and the figure straightened into a blurred straight line, sliding towards Kirito through a distance of more than ten meters.

Kirito reacted immediately, holding his sword to block the attacking stick shadow.

"Dang!"

The ninja boots scratched two shallow marks on the ground, and Kirito held back the soreness of his arms, and his figure flashed to the center of the field.

"I was careless, I underestimated the time and distance limit of his instantaneous technique, so that I fell into a passive ......"

Kirito took a few steps back in embarrassment, and Asakura followed him like a shadow, and Kirito could only pull away and raise his sword to meet each other.

"No, I have to take the rhythm of the battle out of his hands."

A sword slammed into the long stick, Kirito's wrist trembled, and the blade of the sword bloomed like a poisonous snake spitting out the core.

Asakura did not hurry to dodge the killing machine in the sword flower, and the long stick blocked left and right to suppress Kirito's momentum.

"Damn!"

No longer entangled with Asakura, Kirito forced back the long stick with two combos, and unleashed a sonic charge to appear at the other end of the field, ready to use this method to disrupt Asakura's rhythm.

Seeing Kirito disappear in front of him, Asakura shook his head.

"Useless ......"

Before Kirito could stabilize his body, the long stick smashed into the back of his head with the sound of whistling wind.

"Dang!"

The long stick is blocked by the interpreter, and Kirito supports the oppression of the long stick with his right hand, and a layer of chakra formation of brilliance attaches to his left hand.

"Wrist Armor Stabbing!"

Kirito roared the name of the move, and stabbed his five fingers into Asakura's left rib in the shape of a knife.

"Chakra scalpel?!"

Asakura exclaimed in a low voice, his stunned gaze met Kamikito's somewhat crazy look.

"At such a close distance, you can't avoid it......"

Asakura's body was violently pierced by the palm of his hand, turning into a cloud of white mist, but Kirito did not have the slightest look of surprise.

Retracting his left palm, Kirito turned around with a sword in both hands and slashed at him, and the three shallow warehouses that were running towards him with a stick were slashed into three clouds of white mist.

"The Dance of the Three Days and the Moon of the Demon Revision?"

Kirito chuckled, wary of Asakura, who had come from the shadows.

As Kirito expected, the long stick appeared from a blind spot that he couldn't see, and deftly avoided the swing of the long stick, and Kirito stabbed Asakura in the stomach lightly.

"No dodge, no, I got ......"

The shallow warehouse on the long sword turned into a puddle of clear water, which was the characteristic of the water body.

Kirito looked up, and Asakura appeared in front of him at some point, sticking one hand into the water trail on the ground.

"Water escape, the art of water prison!"

With this low cry, the surrounding water immediately enveloped and formed a water ball, and Kirito was like a worm in amber, unable to escape no matter how hard he struggled.

Asakura inserts his hand into the water balloon and enters the chakra inside, creating a turbulent current in it, stopping Kirito who wants to seal it.

Just as Asakura breathed a sigh of relief and was about to raise his hand to signal that the barrier protecting the training ground would be touched, a chuckle came from behind him.

"I remember that the characteristic of this technique is that the hand must not leave the water prison, otherwise the technique will be cracked."

The long sword slashed at Asakura's neck, and Asakura rolled on the spot to dodge the brilliant sword light, and his hand detached from the water balloon at this moment.

Without the chakra, the water prison technique lost its support and turned into a puddle of clear water again.

Kirito gasped a few times to compensate for the lost air, and the "Kirito" next to him turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared on the field.

Pouring the water from his ears, Kirito muttered with an ugly face.

"I almost got killed......

The figure appeared on Asakura's left side in an instant, and the long sword sliced a small gap in the iron rod.

Asakura's eyes narrowed even smaller, and the long stick danced vigorously, but Kirito took these tricks lightly, and the figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared elsewhere in a blink of an eye.

A column of water wrapped in thunder rushed towards Kirito, and after raising his sword to smash the water column, the long sword and the iron rod collided again, and then the two turned into two rainbow lights and shuttled through various places in the training ground, intertwining and colliding with each other, dazzling everyone in the audience.

Kirito has adapted to Asakura's rhythm and no longer feels strained, but this is far from enough, and holding the rhythm in his own hands is his goal, but no matter how many times he tries, Asakura will always know where he is, and Kirito can't help but wonder in his heart.

"Could it be that he also senses ninjutsu?"

But as if he had seen through his inner thoughts, Asakura shattered the sword qi that had been chopped in, and explained to Kirito with a smile.

"It's just a simple trick, the inadvertent small movements of the body will reveal your thoughts, such as your eyes revealing where you want to go......"

"I see......"

Kirito understood the mystery after a little thought, and explored the other party's thoughts through the micro-expressions on his face, which he had learned in the torture class of the dark department, but he didn't expect it to be used in battle, which sounded very good......

But where is it simple?! Who would be perverted enough to analyze each other's micro-expressions in a tense battle?! Only a pervert like you can do it, Senpai Asachi, right?!

Kirito complained fiercely in his heart, he had to think differently, maybe he could use electromagnetic induction to mark the location in advance......

I have to say that Kirito is also a rare talent while fighting and wandering in the world.

Asakura understood through Kirito's expression that he was in a state of thinking at this time, and couldn't help but slow down the speed of the stick.

But Kirito's sense of battle did not appreciate it, and the blade of the high-speed slash broke through the stick shadow, and several sword marks instantly appeared on Asakura's vest.

Asakura looked at Kirito's masterpiece with a smile and laughter, and no longer showed mercy in his hands.

But Kirito didn't give him this chance, and disappeared under the rain of sticks.

Asakura was slightly startled, he didn't even feel the sign of Kirito moving.

"Oh? Did you comprehend it so quickly......"

Sticking the long stick at his feet, Asakura's hands quickly sealed.

"Water escape, water dragon bomb!"

Columns of water poured out from his feet, turning into a dragon and pounced on Kirito, and Asakura stepped on the winding water dragon, the electric light flashing on the long stick.

"Let's try this, Kirito!"

Jing Akihara, who was in the audience, stopped frolicking and frowned a little worried.

"He actually used this trick, and fortunately he used a stick instead of the knife, otherwise he would have been in trouble......"

The short-haired girl in her arms looked up in confusion and asked curiously.

"Sister Jing, is there anything special about Senpai Asakura's move?"

Akihara looked solemnly at the water dragon that was raging in training, and Asakura who stood on the back of the dragon like a god.

"It's not just special, I suffered a big loss in this move at the beginning, and in the situation of avoiding it, we will use all our strength to block the attack below......"

Before Akihara's voice fell, the water dragon was already less than half a foot away from Kirito, and it only took less than a second to slam Kirito into the floor.

Kirito did not change his face at this situation, and the interpreter struck the water dragon's head into a splash with an arc of light.

"After solving the crisis in front of us, we will always involuntarily relax, but we don't know that this is exactly what others have arranged, and it will give you a fatal blow when you are at your most comfortable......"

As Akihara narrates, Asakura appears in the mist, and the long stick slashes at Kirito's neck with a powerful force.

At this time, Kirito still maintained the posture of swinging his sword and slashing forward, exposing the empty door in front of Asakura, Akihara Shizune shook his head, with a trace of regret in his eyes, in her opinion, no matter what he did, he would not be able to avoid this blow, Kirito was still too young......

Pure white arcs of light flashed across everyone's retina, and then half of the iron rod flipped in the air a few times, bounced a few times on the smooth floor like a dying struggle, and finally rolled weakly a few times before stopping on the training ground.

The audience was silent, and everyone watched this scene blankly.

There was only half of the iron rod left, a stunned Asakura, and a young man with a calm expression holding a double sword......