"Teacher Mu, I don't know if you have noticed, the strong teams that dominate in the Imperial University Kendo Competition are all from prestigious schools with a long history, and almost all of the six heroes are famous families that have been established for more than a thousand years, I think it's a little strange here, to say that it is normal for college students to do good coursework, but why is it that in this kind of kendo, it is also in the forefront of famous schools?"

Waste wood explained to Mu Yinze and said. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the early stage of the game, those who were not strong were quickly eliminated, and it seemed that the battle was progressing rapidly, but the remaining swordsmen on the field were not simple people after going to Sha Cunjin, and the battle situation became stalemate. To be more precise, it is the mid-level swordsmen who are facing off hard, and most of the players at the top have already qualified, and they will not show too much strength in the first battle, which leads to the fact that there are no particularly exciting scenes to play the commentary at present.

So the announcers in the studio started talking about topics that didn't matter but might be of interest to the audience, trying to spice up the atmosphere that was starting to get boring.

Mu Yinze touched his well-trimmed mustache and said: "It's not surprising, Qunsen has been martial arts since ancient times, and many ancient martial arts schools are often inherited in famous schools with a long history, and even in those families that have served a famous family for generations, they have continued a unique martial arts system, and in Dongming Forestry University, where I studied, there are complete classics of more than three hundred schools of kendo alone." ”

Waste Wood explained: "Is Mr. Mu saying that the older the genre, the more powerful it is?" ”

Mu Yinze smiled faintly and said, "That's not the case, martial arts is not an antique, continuous innovation and progress is where the vitality of a genre lies." Think about it for a moment: which is more powerful than the school that has been passed down for more than a thousand years and has been improved and confirmed by countless practitioners, or the school that has been established for less than 100 years? ”

The waste wood commentary was about to nod in agreement, but Katsuragi Mei, who had been sitting on the left side of Mu Yinzawa and had always looked like a dignified statue, suddenly spoke: "According to you, why were those ancient nobles with a long heritage more than 700 years ago defeated by the new bourgeoisie and forced to establish a constitutional monarchy? As far as I know, there are many young swordsmen from Juntianliu's sect who have also entered the national competition, among which Yun Han from Mingguang Public University has defeated many so-called ancient and famous players in the regional qualifying tournament. Jun Tianliu is a genre that was born less than thirty years ago, and its founder is not a nobleman, just a commoner from an ordinary background. ”

Mu Yinze's eyes froze: "Heh, no matter how outstanding the genre is, there will be unscrupulous descendants, and the Yunhan player that he encountered may just be a group of people who don't learn and have no skills." ”

Katsuragi Mei chuckled and said, "Are you saying that the common kendo must be inferior to the noble kendo?" ”

Mu Yinze's face was slightly gloomy, but he didn't show it in his tone: "I never said anything about commoner kendo and noble kendo, I just said that players from outstanding schools will have stronger strength." ”

Seeing that the atmosphere between Ki Hidezawa and Katsuragi Mei gradually became cold, the waste wood commentator hurriedly came out to play a round and said: "Whether it is an ancient school or a new school, their techniques are all contained in the modern kendo system of the 'Five Elements Structure', but they are just different parts of the whole, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was coldly glanced at Mu Yinze, who was in an unhappy mood:

"The so-called Five Elements Formation is just a general classification of most of the known swordsmanship by a few modern scholars, and there are countless kendo schools that have appeared in Qunsen from ancient times to the present, and the techniques are as many as stars, as far as I know, the sacred mountain classical swordsmanship cannot be classified into the system of the Five Elements Formation in any case, as a professional commentator of the kendo competition, you still have to be cautious when speaking."

In the dry laughter of the waste wood commentary, Katsuragi Mei sneered: "Kamiyama classical stream? Sorry, I've never heard of it, but that kind of old-fashioned thing must have been practiced by now, let alone appeared in official kendo competitions, so what does it matter if this gentleman doesn't know? ”

Mu Yinze's gaze quickly swept over the hundreds of small screens on the screen of the studio console, and suddenly showed a triumphant smile, and his finger pressed to one of them.

"This is the classical stream of Kamiyama, although its basic configuration cannot be classified into the upper section, middle section, lower section, eight phases, any of the rib structures, there are still swordsmen under it in the competition representing the highest level of kendo in the Imperial University, you don't know it's just because you're lonely, Miss Katsuragi Mei."

The waste wood commentary on the side was helpless in the face of this conversation that was obviously out of the scope of the tournament commentary, so he could only look at the main screen at a loss and turn to two nameless swordsmen wearing miscellaneous fish black.

Feng Zhimu's knees were slightly bent, and the exaggeratedly colored bamboo sword Dark Flame Dragon was raised parallel to his ears, and Li Zhi, who was back to back with him, held the bamboo sword in the same way, making the other swordsmen who noticed them cast strange glances from time to time: Strange-looking, what kind of starting structure is this?

This somewhat lazy guy's back suddenly felt a very slight tremor, which was immediately noticed by Li Zhi: "Origi, you won't be nervous, right?" ”

Feng Zhimu raised his head: "At that moment just now, it seemed that a lot of people suddenly looked at me. ”

"Huh?"

"Maybe it's a delusion." Feng Zhimu subconsciously wanted to grab the hair hanging down in front of his forehead, but was stopped by the mask.

At this time, the area below his field of vision was impressively revealed:

"Points: 35, Armor Resets: 0."

Looking towards the center from the edge of the swampy terrain area in the western part of the course, you may see a rapidly approaching black figure, and most of the competitors are rushing from the four corners of the field to the central plain, and the black figure moving against the current will naturally encounter many opponents on the way.

Well...... The unfortunate will never be less......

But the unfortunate men had somewhat slowed the black figure to the point of not disturbing the battle that was taking place at the edge of the swamp.

Not to mention the one of the two sides of the battle who was well-dressed and attacked, people were always more interested in people who were less normally dressed and those who were not dressed normally.

On the defensive side, the orange armor he was wearing, known as the "carcass", the part of the armor component that protects the outer torso of the limbs, was nowhere to be found, as was the sword necessary for competition, so he was able to put his hand in the front pocket of the purple sweatshirt, and the back of the dark purple sweatshirt was imprinted with a half-mark crescent, like a purple moon in the twilight.

This brother, who looked like he had strayed into the arena wearing an orange motorcycle helmet, was swaying in the shadow of his opponent's sword with his hands in his pockets, like a ruler fixed at one end, trembling at high frequency after being pulled by someone's hand, and in order to avoid his opponent's fast sword, he also crouched down from time to time to stand up, raised his knees, and posed like a mime actor in various difficult poses.

From beginning to end, his feet never moved half an inch away from the swamp, and the smile on his face did not change, and the man in the pocket seemed to like to laugh, and when he laughed, his eyes were like crescent moons printed on his back.

And the side standing on the much larger ground with a quick sword combo had already begun to ooze cold sweat on its forehead:

"This man...... This man kept sticking to my sword as he dodged. ”

The "sticking" here is not an exaggerated technique used to describe the proximity, but a true statement, the dodge of the crescent-eyed man in the pocket never avoided the entity of the bamboo sword, the surface of his body was constantly in contact with the surface of the bamboo sword, but every time at the last moment, when the power of the bamboo sword was about to be vented, he left lightly.

In the last moment, no more, no less.

The crouching man stood up again, and stood on tiptoe, so that he could see the black figure heading towards the swamp, his eyesight was good enough to see the face of the visitor and the fiery red maple pattern on the tip of the hilt of the red sword that the visitor was carrying.

Du Tang pulled his left hand out of his pocket and said to his opponent with an apologetic smile:

"It might hurt a little later."

For the first time, the tip of his foot left the small piece of ground he was treading on, and the sword of his opponent's stab was so strong that it didn't have time to retract it.

Du Tang's body gently turned sideways in the wind, lying on the sword, he rolled along the sword body a few times and fell into the opponent's arms face to face, his chin rested on the opponent's shoulder, and the left hand stretched out from his pocket naturally stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen, everything happened like a casual spring breeze.

Where the fingertips touched the protective gear, a small black cloud spread.

If the sensor armor appears black on the surface, it means that if the armor is not worn, the blow will pierce the flesh and blood......

Du Cheng put his left hand back in his pocket, stepped on the other man's fallen body to the larger field, which was already the edge of the swamp, and he stepped on the solid and vast ground in a few jumps.

Stretching out his neck to look around, the black figure that rushed quickly was only about twenty meters away.

Du Tang stretched out his right hand and waved: "Hey-hey-Hey-Is it Uncle Qin's Ashin?" ”

His voice was soft, like a gentle smile on his face.