An apprentice sat in a row in the hall according to his age and age. Their sitting posture is somewhat different from that of ordinary men, who either sit cross-legged or sit on their knees. But the posture of these people is completely different from the sitting posture of a human being, and their sitting posture is somewhere between kneeling and cross-legged. Spread your legs outward in a figure-of-eight, knees against the ground, feet together, toes gripping the ground while lifting your heels, soles and toes erect in an L-shape, buttocks gently pressed against the heels.

This sitting position requires the person to straighten up and the whole body to tense. Once there is relaxation, the weight of the body will be completely pressed on the ball of the foot, and the toes will not be able to bear such a heavy weight. Either the toe is broken, or it will fall forward due to discomfort. Originally, this was done purely to train the students' perseverance and appearance, and it was also to prepare a sitting position for the students to get up and draw their knives directly at any time and place.

Later, some samurai broke away from discipline and began to become lazy, and this sitting posture was gradually abandoned by them.

"What's going on? Why did Master suddenly have to compete with outsiders? A young student pressed his hands on his thighs to balance his center of gravity while biting his ears with the people around him.

Ever since Okisuke became the dojo master of the Renxin Dojo, he has rarely competed with others in swordsmanship. Most of the time, he either helped Mifune-sama with his official duties, or he just sat quietly in the backyard and meditated. Occasionally, he would come out to teach some students, joke with them, and make trouble, but there were really few martial arts competitions. It's not that no one came to the door to ask for a competition, most of them were sent away by some old students or swordsmanship teachers, and even if some people were really strong, Okisuke would convince them not to continue begging for a competition.

It is the first time in recent years that someone has taken the initiative to ask for a martial arts contest like today.

The student next to him shook his head blankly, "You don't know so well-informed, how can I know?" Stop talking nonsense and watch it well. ”

The student smiled unconcernedly, but didn't continue to speak.

A short time later, a silver-haired man dressed in a pure white samurai robe walked into the dojo. He has a hooked nose and a vertical stripe on his forehead, giving it a very sinister and ferocious feel. He carefully walked around the area used for the competition in the middle of the dojo, and after stepping on each plank inch by inch with his bare feet, he nodded with satisfaction and then stood aside.

At this time, Okisuke had already changed his dress, and the dark brown Haori had a character Ren on his chest on the right side, which represented his identity. The scabbard of the sword at his waist was dark blue, and it was decorated with gold and silver threads tightly hooked with a string of copper coins. This katana looks at least about 1.5 meters, and the blade is also wide, like a magnified Taidao.

He stood in the "ring" with his hands folded with a serious face, his eyes closed, and his breathing was slow and leisurely.

On the other side, when the Holy Kingdom appeared, most of the students exclaimed in a low voice, and some even stood up directly.

What are you kidding, Okisuke-sama is a samurai second only to Mifune-sama, how can he compete with such a child? It must be an ugly conspiracy or persecution! The whole scene suddenly became noisy, and the commotion couldn't even hear what the people around him said.

Okisuke raised his right hand at this time, and the noise in the field suddenly disappeared without a trace, he didn't even open his eyes, and said softly: "Take a good look, you guys, let such a battle today tell you what a real samurai powerhouse is." ”

In fact, the Holy Kingdom does not care about the scrutiny and suspicion of him at all, his belief has never been as unwavering as in this life, and he will not change his inner self for the sake of external factors. In his previous life, he had made such a mistake, and he had taken the wrong path many times under the guidance of others' kindness or malice. But, this time, he won't.

When the holy country stood still, Okisuke opened his eyes, he pressed the handle of the knife with his left hand, the scabbard turned in reverse, and with a slight scoop of his right hand, the saber was held on top of his hands, "Yuanxiang, the sword used by Qianjing Jianhao has killed countless enemies." ”

The Holy Kingdom lifted the saber hanging on it, and said only two words, "Polar Day!" ”

Some students suddenly showed an unhappy face, this kind of competition is not a revenge or a life-and-death battle, before the official start of the fight, they often introduce their saber to show respect for the opponent. Although Okisuke is only a brief introduction, it also explains the origin of the sword to some extent. And this kid actually said the name of a knife, who knows where this pole is from, who has used it, and has he ever seen blood?

It's really a stinky fart.

But there were also some older students with some puzzled looks on their faces. These people had more or less heard of the name of the Polar Day, or knew about the knife, but they were not sure if the thing that the little guy was going to hang on was the knife they imagined.

The silver-haired old man took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, raised it casually, and detached it from his hand. The handkerchief separated the gaze of Okisuke and the Holy Country, who had already begun to fight first, and when the two saw each other again, they moved almost simultaneously. This short time is to give both sides a short time to build up, to avoid the two of them holding long knives and pretending to stand for a while, and it is also to give both sides a sufficient time to prepare.

At the moment when the handkerchief hit the ground, there was a crisp sound of dang, and several sparks popped out of the air, and the two katanas were already together. Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and at this time, the eyelids seemed to have lost their due effect, and everyone's eyes looked at the two people in the dojo without blinking, not daring to miss even half a second.

At the moment of the collision, the Holy Kingdom had already been mentally prepared for his own strength was not as good as Okisuke, and besides, the samurai's competition was not a simple competition of strength, otherwise there would be no need for such a painstaking competition, and he would go directly to the courtyard to raise the stone lock, and whoever has the most strength will win well.

In such a competition, strength is always the lowest way to win, and technique and skill are the keys to the competition that can truly lead the samurai to victory.

At this moment, the Holy Kingdom relaxed his strength slightly, raised his sword and pushed up, and took a step back with his hand. It was precisely because of this step back and the movement of the Holy Kingdom that Okisuke's blade was pressed against the blade of the Polar Day's gauntlet. At this time, Seikoku let go of his back hand and held it back, taking the place where the two katanas touched as the origin, the hilt of the sword was raised upward, and the blade of the polar sun was instantly slashed towards the place where Okisuke's shoulder and neck met.

The entire dojo suddenly resounded with an exclamation!