Kuroo Budokan is a training ground on the second floor.

The people from the Tianhe Sword Technique Hall and the Black Tail Martial Arts Hall began to retreat towards both sides of the venue, leaving a large open space in the middle, leaving Meng Xuan and Zhao Chuanwu as a competition venue.

"Do you have a chance of winning?"

Ciel stepped back with the others, and asked Aktor and the others a little worriedly.

"Sevia, tell me about it, the underground boxing stadium in the North District is mainly operated by your family, and you should be clearer about the situation."

Xia Kerou looked at Sevia and said.

"It's hard to say, after all, Coach Meng's time to practice knife skills is too short, although the strength is very strong, but I estimate that it is only at the amateur level, and it is difficult to win a professional level like Zhao Chuanwu."

Sevia shook her head.

"The gap is so big?"

Aktor frowned.

"Physical fitness, practical experience, technical skills, and most importantly, in this day and age, in order to reach the professional level, it generally requires some meditation secrets."

Sevia nodded.

"Meditation secrets? Sounds so mysterious? ”

Akto's mind was full of inexplicability, something he didn't know before.

"It's not so mysterious, to put it bluntly, it's a kind of psychological training, but in fact, this is something that has been made up in modern times."

"In ancient times, soldiers learned these killing techniques, and under the mental stimulation of fighting on the front-line battlefield and between life and death, they may comprehend some wonderful intuition and skills, making the skills more powerful."

"But in modern times, when guns and cannons are on the stage, these killing skills are useless, and you can't carry a knife to cut people all day long, right? So I derived some psychological exercises, exercising these wonderful intuitions and skills, this thing is generally a secret transmission of various schools, I don't know how it is, Zhao Chuanwu should have this kind of secret tradition. ”

Sevia explained briefly, which made Actor and the others feel like an eye-opener.

I didn't wait for Sylvia to explain too much, because in the center of the venue, Meng Xuan and Zhao Chuanwu had already begun to confront each other.

"Let's start, let me see your strength, to be honest, I think it's a pity to ruin a genius."

Zhao Chuanwu picked up the wooden knife in his hand, played a beautiful knife flower, and then stood up with a knife.

"I'm also quite interested in the strength of the strongest martial arts in the Tianhe Sword Martial Arts Pavilion."

About three meters away from Zhao Chuanwu, Meng Xuan also stood up with a knife.

Brush Brush Brush Brush!!

Zhao Chuanwu took the lead in attacking.

Dodging up, he slashed quickly and continuously, bringing a series of sounds of breaking the air.

The seemingly trackless slashes poured towards Meng Xuan from all directions, as if they had turned into a knife net.

"It's ······ fast"

Actor swallowed, feeling that he could clean him up with this convulsive slash of his own, which was a crushing force in terms of physical fitness and power skills.

But for Meng Xuan, such an attack had not yet reached the limit of what he could handle.

He had a full premonition of crisis, and the wooden knife in his hand waved to block, while slowly retreating, Zhao Chuanwu slashed more than twenty times in one breath, forcing Meng Xuan back seven or eight steps, and then stopped slashing, and jumped back two meters.

"The warm-up is over."

He looked at Meng Xuan, who was standing in place and did not pursue, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he exhaled lightly, twisted his neck, and moved his joints.

"This guy."

Meng Xuan's face was calm, but the hand holding the knife was slightly numb.

This guy's physical fitness is much better than his own, but fortunately, the speed is still within the range that today's abnormal sensing ability can handle.

As long as you are within the scope of your ability to cope with different senses, you will be invincible.

"You are very good, extraordinary intuition and reflexes, when your body faces an attack, it is almost instinctive to fight, I am curious, why this ability that should appear in the Hundred Battles Elite Soldier appears in the body of an ordinary high school student."

Zhao Chuanwu smiled slightly.

"Because I'm a genius."

Meng Xuan's face did not change and replied.

"If this is the natural talent of your body, you are indeed a genius in a sense, but unfortunately, this ability you rely on is not easy for me."

Zhao Chuanwu lowered his sword, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and the domineering momentum on his body, which originally belonged to a martial artist, suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like a wicked person who put down the butcher's knife, and suddenly became a benevolent missionary.

Meng Xuan frowned, not knowing what Zhao Chuanwu meant.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanwu moved.

Brush Brush Brush!!

The speed is extremely fast, and it is slashed out three times in a row.

Meng Xuan's face changed.

Before he could prompt the strange sensing ability, the other party's wooden knife was already close to his side.

He was in a bit of a hurry and swung his knife to block while retreating, and the last knife couldn't be blocked, and he was almost slashed in the shoulder by Zhao Chuanwu.

Zhao Chuanwu seized the opportunity, ignored the unforgiving, and slashed at Meng Xuan continuously, forcing Meng Xuan to retreat and dodge in a hurry, looking a little embarrassed.

Got faster?

Meng Xuan frowned, and then found that something was wrong, Zhao Chuanwu's knife speed was still the same, and he didn't accelerate.

It was my sense of crisis that was weakened.

His attack will only release malicious stimulation to his crisis premonition when he is close to his body, which makes his crisis premonition ability at least fifty percent weaker, and greatly compresses his reaction time!

In the continuous embarrassing dodge, Meng Xuan quickly sensed the reason.

What kind of trick is this?

"How do you feel that Coach Meng has suddenly become weaker?"

Akto and Ci'er frowned, just now Meng Xuan was obviously able to easily accept Zhao Chuanwu's attack, how could it be that he didn't seem to dodge now, and his movements became a little sluggish.

"I'm afraid it has something to do with Zhao Chuanwu's secret meditation method."

Sevia said with a solemn face.

"So mysterious?"

Xia Kerou's beautiful face also showed an unbelievable look, this is still martial arts?

"Sometimes it's just so mysterious, I don't know how to explain it to you, it's just a feeling, it doesn't feel right, and I can't even fully exert my strength."

Sevia shook her head, those who understand this thing naturally understand it, and those who don't understand it can't explain it clearly.

"If you think you can beat a really strong man by relying on your physical talent, then you are very wrong."

Zhao Chuanwu slashed Meng Xuan back two or three meters with a single sword, with a mocking look in his eyes.

"Today's lesson for you, and the last one······"

Looking at Meng Xuan, who was embarrassed and stabilized his figure, Zhao Chuanwu showed a cold smile on his face.

"What is real control!!"

Zhao Chuanwu's momentum was almost completely gone, and the long-term training method of mental training helped him to self-hypnotize at this moment, almost completely restraining his malice, and minimizing Meng Xuan's instinctive sense of crisis.

And the speed of the knife with all his strength is almost thirty percent faster than before.

Stealth Strike!

This is the secret technique of their school of swordplay.

Their faction has been handed down from the ancient battlefield, and the ancestors were famous for their assassination skills in the Red Kun Sword Technique in the army, and they assassinated I don't know how many important people, relying on this secret stunt to restrain the malicious outbreak of the sword technique!

The wooden knife slashed through the air and slashed at Meng Xuan's right shoulder, he wanted to shatter the bones of Meng Xuan's right shoulder, so that he would not be able to swing the knife in the future!

Abolish Meng Xuan, this is the lowest bottom line given by Aisya!

Clang!!!

The strong sound of the two wooden knives colliding echoed in the training ground, Zhao Chuanwu's pupils shrank, and his mortal blow was firmly blocked by Meng Xuan's swing of the knife.

At the same time, he met Meng Xuan's terrifying eyes covered with fine bloodshots.