Lin Nian still remembered that one of the most tricky kickers he had encountered in the kendo hall of the Children's Palace was an old man, who was old and old, and he carried a bamboo sword for his own use, and traveled thousands of miles from the other side of the mainland to the coastal city where Lin Nian was located, just to see the demeanor of the young sword master who was widely circulated in the circle.

That competition was very solemn, there was no audience, and there was no judge's seat, in the empty gym, Lin Nian and the old man were opposed, and the feeling Lin Nian experienced in each other was exactly the same as the current scene.

The bamboo sword is no longer a sword of trials, it is a knife in the hand, a knife that has been tempered and sharpened to see blood, and the dim room can be dazzled by the shiny knife light, and the rich smell of blood oozing from the blade can be smelled between breaths.

Afterwards, when Lin Nian chatted with the old man, the old man was also a little surprised when he mentioned this matter, and only said that when he was young and ignorant, he did participate in a lot of competitions that did not comply with the law's 'life and death', and killed a lot of people, and he couldn't remember how much.

But one day he couldn't help but lift the knife, and when he looked around, he found that the society was already an era of the rule of law, and the things that passed on martial arts, qigong, and killed people for actual combat had become a thing of the past, and what he learned was useless.

At that time, Lin Nian knew that the feeling he felt in the old man was not false, it was a kind of thirst for war, hidden under the kendo robe and leather suit was the restless heart of the lion and tiger, wanting to challenge, to cut, to defeat something, all the lifelong wishes were in the-for-tat duel again and again, this kind of person is a natural warrior, but he was born in the world at this moment.

In the Dao Hall, when Ange held the bamboo sword in his hand and his aura sank, Lin Nian's whole person suddenly tensed, his head couldn't help but tilt back slightly, and his pupils dilated.

In the old man himself, Lin Nian saw the bloody blade, but now on Ange... He saw countless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood! The old man covered in blood stood at the pinnacle and was awe-inspiring.

The headmaster of the Kassel Academy turned out to be such a thirsty man? What is he after? Can you put your life's prayers in the fight? Reputation? Wealth? Power?

"It's dragon slaying." Ange replied softly as if reading Lin Nian's heart.

Lin Nian smiled, his smile was very pure, chess opponents, mountains and rivers, he finally realized that the old man in front of him, who claimed to be one hundred and thirty years old, was the most powerful enemy he had ever encountered in his life!

This time, he could lose.

Under the gaze of the students, Lin Nian moved, but instead of attacking, he slowly changed the method of holding the knife, he lowered down and put the bamboo sword on his waist, and finally sat on the ground.

"It's Iai." When many students were at a loss, the principal said the swordsmanship that Lin Nian was going to use.

"Knife drawing? So why sit down? "Caesar knew a little about Japanese swordsmanship, and he knew a little bit about the famous sword drawing technique, but he had never seen a sword wielder sitting upright.

"You're a little mistaken." Ange glanced at Caesar: "Juhe and sword drawing are two things, the former is a sitting skill, the latter is a combat skill, in the Warring States and Jianghu era, the purpose of Juhe was developed to counter a surprise sneak attack, at the banquet, in the meeting, the assassin drew his sword in an instant, and the Juhe can respond faster to draw a knife and counterattack." ”

"He wants me to attack first." Ange looked at Lin Nian with a smile: "I have studied kendo in Japan, and I have studied the pros and cons of drawing swords and Iaiai with my friends, and the opinions are unified that the latter violates the principle of "broken heart" adhered to in Japanese kendo, which means to be vigilant all the time, and the way of Iai's training is to turn into an offensive at the moment of crisis in the continuous laxity and laziness. If I don't make a move, then he'll sit here until I leave or the class is over. ”

"And what about your response, Headmaster?" Caesar's interest in this duel intensified.

"If I answer the same answer, then I will probably have to sit until the end of class today." Ange smiled: "That's why I chose to fight." ”

With that, Ange changed the movement of holding the knife in the middle to the sheath of the knife at his waist.

Knife drawing.

Lin Nian, who was sitting on the ground, stared at Ange motionlessly.

"Knife drawing is a thing that requires a lot of speed and strength, I'm old, and the quality of drawing a knife will of course be much worse than before, but how much is it worse, I still need to practice to get the answer." Ange said.

"It's an honor to be the whetstone for the principal." Lin Nian said.

The headmaster smiled and did not speak.

If you want to become Ange's whetstone, you also need qualifications.

After laughing, Ange drew his sword.

Under the gaze of everyone in the room, he disappeared, and only a few people had time to see that a black shadow had reached Lin Nian's face.

Caesar's eyes could not keep up with the headmaster's sword, and he could only hear a terrible howl in the wind, imagining that everything that stood in its way would be torn apart.

A tenth of a second, a moment of time, Ange and Lin Nian staggered.

At this time, everyone noticed that Lin Nian's hands had been placed in front of his chest at some point, holding the hilt of the bamboo sword with his right hand and placing his left hand on the sword.

"It's so fast." Lin Nian said.

He glanced down at the school uniform on his chest, and when the position of his chest was dented, as if a strip of weight had pressed it, and the hilt of the bamboo sword he pulled out was exactly a centimeter away from lifting it to that position.

Behind Lin Nian, Ange swung the bamboo sword and made the action of the Blood Zhenna Knife, and his sword drawing technique was complete.

Lin Nian was beheaded.

The sword was a cross-cutting slash, and if the headmaster was holding a real sword, his torso and arms would have been broken.

This sword, in ancient times, was enough to be named the king of assassination, and no one would dare to share a room with this old man, because stepping into the room was equivalent to sitting in his blade, and when the slash fell only depends on the mood of the old man who raised his glass, and the way of life and death was all on the sharp blade in his sheath.

"I lost." Lin Nian simply put down the bamboo sword in his hand, stood up and turned around and bowed: "Taught." ”

Until now, few people have understood what happened just now, if they can barely see the duel between Lin Nian and Miyamoto, this time it is difficult to see the whole picture even if their eyes are round.

"He is worthy of being the best student in terms of bloodline in recent years, just a little bit, and you can block this sword at such a small distance." Ange looked at Lin Nian with an undisguised look of appreciation in his eyes: "And you are drawing a sword in your backhand, you are already great to be able to do this!" ”

"A little worse means a lot worse." Lin Nian shook his head: "The distance at this point is like a moat that can't be reached." ”

"Very good character, which will help you go further on the path of Juhe." Ange said, "You're fast, but you can be faster." ”

"No, it's the headmaster who is too fast, and it can be faster, it's already my limit just now." Lin Nian looked at this centenarian, and there was a trace of incredulity in his eyes.

"You're still young." Ange patted Lin Nian on the shoulder: "The new era belongs to you young people after all, and no matter how hard I work, I may be able to sit on the seat and rest with peace of mind." ”

Finally, someone applauded, it was Caesar, and his applause began, and the whole classroom resounded with a tidal wave of applause dedicated to this unseen but undoubtedly extremely wonderful duel!

In the applause, Lin Nian scratched his head a little bewildered, but he was not flattered, Caesar came over and patted him on the back to express praise and appreciation.

But in the crowd, Ange silently watched Lin Nian think about something more far-reaching, he also taught a student in Japan, good at drawing a knife, that student's knife is very fast, because he has something that must be cut, so he swings his sword ten thousand times a day, ten thousand times into the sheath, until he cuts out his life's wish.

And what about you, Lin Nian? What is it that you have practiced the way of conjunction? In times of peace, is there any unspeakable fear in your heart?

No one answered him, and in the applause and hugs, Lin Nian just smiled, his eyes clear, as if he was the winner.