There weren't many spectators, just daimyo and some talisman samurai standing next to him.

At this time, there were two men standing in the field, one old and one young, dressed in yellow and white.

The old man was holding a wooden sword with an indifferent expression, and the young man was holding two stalks and ten heads, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like nothing, this obscene posture made it seem difficult for him to associate with the profession of samurai.

However, the first matchup is still eye-catching.

"Yagyu Shin Yinliu, Your Excellency Yagyu Hyogo, and the other, Your Excellency Hooksaka Shinnai." The referee's voice rang in everyone's ears again.

Immediately, there was a burst of discussion from below, "Who is that Hookaka Shinnai?" ”

Lu Ming pricked up his ears curiously, this person looked like more ninjas than samurai, whether it was his gestures or facial expressions.

"Originally, he was a ninja in a small ninja village around, and he also worked as a spy, and it is said that the weapon is two handles and ten hands." A person around him whispered.

"Such a person can also come to participate in the Imperial Competition?"

Questioning is for sure, because samurai focus on righteousness, while ninjas focus on profit, which is the essential difference between the two.

"There's no way, he defeated the new Xinnian stream a few days ago and obtained this qualification."

Speaking of which, strength is still the ultimate criterion for measurement.

"Just let me see the methods of Yanagi's new Yin Current." Ten hands crossed, Hooksaka Shinnai lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Even spies and bandits can participate in the Imperial Competition, what a surprise!" The gray-eyed Yanagi Hyogo suke replied flatly.

This is the usual mouth cannon trick used by the players before the game, Lu Ming clasped his hands and looked at the two of them motionless boredly, the samurai is this trouble, and he has to brew momentum before fighting.

It's just that looking at the serious and nervous faces around him, he can only talk about this kind of complaint in his heart.

The battle between the two made him drowsy, but the people around him seemed to be fascinated, and their eyes did not blink, which was in stark contrast to him.

And sitting across from him, there was a man who yawned in the same way, looking uninterested in this kind of game.

"This Gosaka Shinnai is very powerful, and he can fight back and forth with His Excellency Yanagi Hyogo."

The voice from nowhere made Lu Ming shake his head, the difference in strength is too big, Yanagi Hyogosuke's strength is much higher than that person, in the face of absolute strength, his little tricks are redundant, and defeat is an inevitable result.

Just as Lu Ming thought in his heart, a knife handle was buckled, and the visible shock flashed away, and Gosaka Jinai's body was suddenly knocked out, and he lay down for several seconds before he could support his body, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

"In the first game, Yagyu Hyogo Suke, win!"

Seeing this, Yanagi Zongju, who was sitting above, smiled and nodded, of course his face was shining when his family was victorious.

And the daimyo on the side also nodded with a smile and said, "This year's competition, shouldn't it be your Yanagi family who won the championship again?" ”

"There are many capable people in the Iron Country, and they dare not boast." The old face with a modest mouth, but a slight smile, showed his disrespectful meaning, and he was determined to win this competition.

looked at the eldest son not far away, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little bigger, who else could be his opponent in this field?

"The second scene, Mifune, Ihei Haga, start!"

"Is it the Sect Master of Hagaryu in the west?"

"Who is Mifune with a scar on his head?"

"I don't know, I heard that it was recommended by His Royal Highness Uesugi, so the strength should not be bad."

"No matter how powerful he is, can he be more powerful than the sect master of Yuga Stream, His Excellency Yuga Jingping, he has defeated the sect masters of the three sects of Xinyuan Stream, Shutian Stream, and Manifestation Stream before, and he is a big hit in this imperial competition!"

"You seem to have a point."

Looking at the middle-aged uncle with excitement on his face, and then looking at the reactions of everyone below, it seems that this makes his opponent a tricky character.

With one hand, he drew his love sword, Kurosawa, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at his opponent.

And Yuga Jinghei had no intention of using a wooden knife, and stepped forward in a few steps, his five fingers lightly rested on the handle of the eight-inch knife, and the fierce momentum of the knife had already come to his face before he drew the knife.

This is a bit of a highlight! Lu Ming, who was sitting below, nodded, this middle-aged samurai with a two-handed beard also seemed to be a character with two brushes.

The people around them were all holding their breath, for fear of missing out on the exciting part, and the art of drawing a sword was such an art.

Before everyone could come back to their senses, Mifune raised the sword body and shouted in a low voice, "Secret technique, three consecutive stabs", only to see the three sword lights like a bright light piercing the night, which was so fast that it was terrifying, even if everyone sitting at the bottom was cold in their hearts, and some people even swallowed their saliva.

To their surprise, a burst of energy broke through the air around Hagai Hirai, and the three points of cold light were dispersed with a single blow, and Mifune himself was forced to take two steps back.

But the following scene made everyone gasp.

Bright red blood trickled down on the white stone bricks, dazzling.

"Who won?" The daimyo asked curiously.

"It's the samurai named Mifune." Yanagi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.

Where did such a powerful samurai come from? He glanced at his son Shibei with some concern, and only after seeing that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and his face was as usual, he was relieved.

Mifune's victory was announced, and the referee continued, "Next game, Yagyu Jubei, Tomita Naga. ”

As soon as the name of Yagyu Shibei came out, everyone's eyes looked at the man named Tomita with sympathy.

This feeling of away from home reached its peak in an instant, and before he played, he had already lost half of his momentum, although he knew that it was impossible to win, but he still stood up and stepped forward under pressure, staring at the beast-like man in front of him, the eldest son of the Yanagi family.

However, just as he was holding the knife with both hands, the wooden knife in his hand suddenly made a snapping sound, and then fell to the ground, and he didn't even see how the other party made a move.

A look of astonishment on his face as his opponent turned away.

"It's too fast, can't it be more fun?" The daimyo took a sip of tea and asked.

"This is his sword path, and the moves are in line with the sword theory." Yanagi Zongju said helplessly.

The daimyo could only nod when he heard this, and the departing Shibei below sneered at the corner of his mouth, his father was still so eloquent, why didn't he just say it, because the opponent was boring, so he used a quick battle......

The competition between the samurai is very fast, and basically the sword falls to the ground or hits the vital point even if it is lost, and compared with the place of death between ninjas, there is a completely different sense of mercy.

I rubbed my feet with some poor blood flow, this kind of kneeling and sitting is really uncomfortable, and it is much more comfortable than sitting cross-legged.

"Next, Yanagi Gekang, Ximen blowing snow, please come out!"

Standing upright, white like snow, unsmiling, sword-loving, taking people's lives between lightning and flint, and seeing killing as art, this ancient dragon character image appeared in Lu Ming's mind.

However, at this moment, he just wants to say that this forced name will be requisitioned for the time being!

The young and somewhat excessive teenager present stood up and patted his sleeve, and then slowly walked forward, a dashing bearing inadvertently spreading.