Makoto Otani, who had completely lost the will to fight, hurriedly left the field, bowed hastily to his master Nagaoka Sasuke and fled from the venue, not wanting to stay for a second, the Fujii tree in his eyes may already be in the shape of a demon.

Miyamura didn't stop his disgraced junior brother, he was more curious about how Fujii Shu used his eyes to scare the courage of a middle-aged swordsman who had been trained for a long time, and the secret of this should be discovered next, right?

Shi Yu's gaze in the audience swept over Miyamura, who was on the field, and there was a familiar demonic power on Nagaoka Sasuke in the players' seat.

"Fujii-kun must win, come on."

Next to her, there sat a girl of the same age as her, wearing a thick mask and black sunglasses, covering most of her face, it was Saito Asuka with the same surname as Shi Yu.

And Fujii Shu on the field held a sword flower with one hand and looked at the new Miyamura.

"Toyama flows, all are passed on, Miyamura Hideaki."

Miyamura reported his name, and he was much more cautious than Makoto Otani.

"Flying Sword, all are passed on, Fujii tree."

After Fujii said his name, the referee announced the start of the match, so he jumped on his knees and slashed with his sword in both hands.

Dragonhammer flash!

His flying slash was sudden and swift, and Miyamura barely dodged it under full guard, rolled up, and raised his sword to block the horizontal slash that followed, his footsteps shifted two or three feet, and he retreated his sword and dodged two straight stabs, and his breathing began to be rapid and unsteady.

The strength is much stronger than that Otani Makoto, although they are all eight dans.

Fujii retracted his blade and was able to dodge this successive attacks, and Miyamura did have a few brushes.

"You haven't used all your strength yet, have you? It's terrifying. ”

The rhythm of Miyamura's steady breathing, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and looking at Fujii's leisurely appearance, the results were analyzed.

It is estimated that he is also a special person with ancient cultivation methods and physique like Takeshi Sawai, and ordinary people are not opponents of people like him at all.

Thinking silently in his heart, Miyamura wanted to collect as much information as possible, and when he was defeated, he told his master Nagaoka Sasuke to increase his chances of winning.

Let's finish it in one hit.

Fujii saw Miyamura's plan, only defending and not attacking, didn't he just want to try out his sword moves? Holding the sword in his back hand, he uses seven times the strength and speed of ordinary people.

Reverse a word chop!

Zatoichi had already mastered his ultimate, and the two of them were staggered, and Fujii threw down the severely deformed nylon knife and turned to the sidelines to get a spare weapon.

"Plop!"

Miyamura collapsed to the ground, and the protective gear on his chest was deeply scarred, and he passed out on the spot.

"Toyama Ryu, that's just it."

Fujii gave a rare taunt and looked at the last opponent on the bench.

Damn boy, look for death!

Nagaoka Sasuke couldn't control the expression on his face, he didn't plan to use the forbidden medicine of the Heavenly Centipede Pill here, but the two apprentices in front of him were too useless, if his ten-rank sword saint was also defeated by Fujii Shu, Toyama Ryu's reputation for many years would be ruined, and he would rather die than suffer this humiliation.

Swallowing the Heavenly Centipede Pill in the palm of his hand with a fake cough action, a stream of heat suddenly appeared in the abdominal cavity, permeating the limbs and the whole body, Nagaoka Sasuke slowly got up from his seat, the joints of his body made a crisp sound, and his height of less than one meter seven rose a few centimeters out of thin air, feeling unprecedented power, his dry and wrinkled face squeezed out a hideous smile.

"Here comes the sword!"

Nagaoka Sasuke stretched out his right hand, but no one responded for a long time, he turned his head to look, and the two disciples in the player's seat, one scared away, and the other was on a stretcher, and no one paid attention to his request.

In the end, he had to go and get the nylon knife used in the game himself, which made him even more angry, and glared fiercely at the people watching the battle in the stands.

What did he steal? Is there such a powerful stimulant?

Fujii noticed Nagaoka Sasuke's small movements, but he couldn't guess that it was a tencentipede pill, and thought it was some kind of stimulant or something, which made Nagaoka Sasuke's condition a little different all of a sudden.

"Let's take a good look at Toyama-ryu's sword skills!"

Nagaoka Sasuke's trash talk lacked aggression, and Fujii didn't care, and still used five success forces to deal with him.

With a slight bow on his body, Nagaoka Sasuke shot out, holding a sword with both hands and slashing out, Fujii Shu's pupils constricted, and he subconsciously raised his sword to block.

"Smack!"

Moving backwards, Fujii Tree, who used seven times the strength of ordinary people, actually retreated a distance, Nagaoka Sasuke didn't give him a chance to breathe, a straight stab missed, and then changed to an oblique slash, and for a while Fujii Tree parried again and again, retreating to the white line side of the competition area.

"Be surprised! My power. ”

Nagaoka Sasuke, who had the upper hand, opened his mouth proudly, droplets splashed, and his expression was distorted, which was an infinite power exchanged for several years of life, and it really had a different response.

It's about 10 times the level of ordinary people.

Fujii Shu accurately judged Nagaoka Sasuke's current strength, his face was calm, he didn't know what kind of method Nagaoka Sasuke used by an ordinary person to achieve this level, but he finally didn't have to always retract his strength in the game, nearly ten times the quasi-demon physique, like an awakened beast, from the inside of the body to untie.

"Thank you, you can let me, do my best!"

Fujii raised his head, and the murderous aura and coercion were unleashed without reservation, and the proud Nagaoka Sasuke's body stiffened and began to instinctively retreat.

Lowering his posture and reaching out his right hand, the corners of Fujii's mouth rose, and his figure disappeared in place.

Hydra flash!

The real instant eight slashes are used, and Nagaoka Zuosuke is left and right, and he doesn't even have room to think.

The final stab followed, and the sword sliced through the space, whistling with a sonic boom against Nagaoka's shoulder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Even Sasuke Nagaoka, who swallowed the Tencentamaru, couldn't react, and was knocked out of the air, rolling out of the white line area of the game on the ground.

"That, General Toyamaryu crossed the line, and General Waseda scored one point."

The referees on the sidelines were stupid, what kind of fairy battle was this, he couldn't even see the fighting actions of these two, but fortunately, Nagaoka Sasuke was out of bounds, and he could make a judgment without thinking.

This weapon is still too fragile! However, it is still stronger than a bamboo sword or something.

The nylon knife in Fujii's hand bent a lot more, and he complained and took the spare knife from the shelf on the sidelines.

"Yaga! I'm going to teach you a lesson! ”

Nagaoka Sasuke stood up from the ground, resisted the uncomfortable feeling of blood and qi rising, and roared forward to slash.

Fujii Tree confronted head-on, surpassing the strength of Nagaoka Sasuke, allowing him to gradually gain the upper hand between the collision of sword blades, and a full-strength robe slash suppressed Nagaoka Sasuke to kneel, and the moment he raised his leg and kicked out, he made up for a sword, and knocked Nagaoka Sasuke out, scoring another point.

Throwing away the scrapped weapon and replacing it with a nylon knife, Fujii turned around, and Nagaoka Sasuke's knife slashed head-on.

This sneak attack that did not conform to the rules of the game did not make him panic, he slid to dodge, backhanded a sword, and the cooled reverse text slashed out, slashed through Nagaoka Sasuke's mask helmet, and threw it high, and when he fell, Nagaoka Sasuke had been knocked down by Fujii Tree, unwilling to pass out.

"Tokyo Area Kendo Contestant Contestant Winner, Fujii Shu, Represented Organization, Waseda University Kendo Club."

The referee announced Fujii without controversy, and the first prize ticket to the national competition was in hand, and the only champion will be contested for seven days in late November.

"It's really unexpected, Fujii Tree won again with one enemy and three opponents, and the final opponent was Sasuke Nagaoka, the ten-dan sword saint of our island country."

The host in the studio, Nobuo Yasuda, laughed exaggeratedly, Otake Toshinori's face was a little more solemn, he completely saw Nagaoka Sasuke's performance, he thought he couldn't do it, Fujii Shu could solve Nagaoka Sasuke without a sword, if he met those apprentices of the seven or eight stages of Katori Shinto, the result can be imagined.

"Thank you, Fujii-kun! Take us to the present. ”

Ichikawa Rikichi and Sayama came forward to celebrate, Fujii Shu smiled and didn't speak, his eyes saw goodbye to Nagaoka Sasuke, who was carried off a stretcher, Toyama Ryu was completely wiped out, and he didn't know if he had the courage to participate in the national competition in November.

In the national kendo competition, the top three teams in the Tokyo area are qualified, and the other prefectures (the prefectures of the island country are different from those of the Chinese country) vary from one to two in order of importance, and a total of 64 teams compete in six rounds to determine the winner. The winner will receive a prize of 100 million yen and the vigorous promotion and support of the genre to which he belongs, striving to become the basic genre of kendo for all, which is more attractive than a simple prize bounty in the eyes of the ancient kendo school.

(End of chapter)