Yu Bai thought to himself.

After defusing a move, he stopped his sword on the opponent's shoulder for half a second.

Yu Bai doesn't know the rules of kendo competitions, but this step is definitely universal, just like in the movie, the grandmaster keeps his hand, and when he hits someone, he will stop, and the point will stop, and the victory or defeat has been divided.

However, the boy pushed the bar away.

Yu Bai silently aimed the sword at the other party's heart, snapped, the young man who continuously launched his internal strength was already red, and the onslaught was not yet staged, Yu Bai thought that the other party should not admit defeat, or wanted to continue to fight, so he continued to resolve them one by one, and then in the next twenty-four moves, he hung eight times in the opponent's different key points without leaving a trace, and the posture of dragonfly and water was suspended in different key points of the other party, on average once every three moves, and every time the bamboo sword was hung over the vital point, it would cause Yin Beiyuan's whole body to stand upside down, and his scalp was numb, but the young man did not snort or stop.

Another half a minute passed, even if there were outsiders who couldn't discern it, all insiders could see some details more or less, Yin Beiyuan lost.

Yin Beiyuan's sweat fell to the ground.

His internal strength had run out, and he gasped for air, beads of sweat slid across his forehead and neck, staining his eyelashes and blurring his vision, and he didn't want to blink.

The scene of sweat falling on the ground called the dojo like this, Yin Beiyuan has seen too much, it is the diligent practice he has been doing since he was a child, and he can't remember the number of times. Practicing Sanjiu in winter, practicing Sanfu in summer, drawing the sword tens of thousands of times, practicing countless times, the morning dawn fell on the shadow of his sword, and the afterglow of the sunset sent him home from school after practicing in the activity room. Kendo, he never slacked off for a moment.

I have already lost, and I have lost completely.

"The backhand is weak, the forehand is not fine, the steps are loose, the reaction is slow, and none of the movements are decent." The man said.

"Compared to your senior sister, is it a senior sister or what? It's a little worse than Yin Xiaoli. ”

“…… Shut up. ”

The man in front of him was like an invisible cliff, no matter what method he tried to attack, he couldn't see through the other party.

Yin Beiyuan thinks that he cultivates his sword heart, and he is calm all year round, and the elders praise him for his calmness, and he himself adheres to the spirit of swordsmanship, patience, tenacity, and diligence, but he heard the voice of the man at this time, which was not at all polite, as if he was exposing, plain and mocking, Yin Beiyuan couldn't bear to speak.

The content of the words is equally familiar, and this kind of words used to be the only one he said.

Men are not annoyed, more like calm and casual, why? Don't you care because you think he's weak?

Yin Beiyuan gritted his teeth, raised his hand, held the hilt of the sword, and couldn't swing it anymore.

It's not that he can't accept the result of defeat, there can be no one who wins forever, it's just that he never thought that he would lose so badly, in the meantime, no one can know the process of the battle better than Yin Beiyuan, and really understand the gap.

In the face of a man, he looked too weak, like a rain of sweat sliding down, the sweat of those exercises witnessed him for more than ten years, Yin Beiyuan couldn't refute the other party's words, at the level of the two, he was indeed as shown in the other party's words, everything was useless, everything was not good...... It's like facing a talented sister...... can presumably Yin Xiaoli, the pressure brought to him by the man in front of him is even greater, like a mountain and a sea, which cannot be shaken.

It turns out that there is such an unsolvable kendo, is his kendo really only like this...... The frustration of self-confidence and belief, and even the resulting incompetent rage, caused Yin Beiyuan to fall into an emotion of disappearing reason.

The young man unwillingly put down the bamboo sword slowly, little by little.

Seeing this, Yu Bai took a step back.

The dojo suddenly stopped, and then the two who separated caused an uproar in the audience, online and offline, the number of people who followed this game has broken through to a number that cannot be ignored, and tomorrow's front page is finally no longer a zombie or an immortal, it is undoubtedly today's martial arts showdown.

Eh, it seems that you can still practice this aspect?

It is also strange that the official has not been completely banned from beginning to end. 、

However, the scene, isn't it just the excitement, why don't you fight?

An audience member shouted.

Except for the Qin Yin family, the representatives of the other genres coughed lightly and avoided their eyes, and the two referees on the field were undecided, announcing? But everyone is watching, how can Kitahara, which is the first in the country, lose, how can it lose......

Yin Bujian sighed, gestured somewhere, and waved his hand.

There is a huge Yin family, representing the battle, of course, only Yin Beiyuan came out of the backstage, the venue is full of people from the Yin family, company employees, coaches and apprentices of the Tianren Sword Skill Hall, and dozens of people are in a mighty formation.

"Let's welcome Yin Beiyuan down." Yin Bujian said.

The people of the Yin family looked at each other, but they still took the order.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Yin Beiyuan in the dojo said.

"I can still play ......"

In Yin Beiyuan's heart, the obsession turned into a huge force, rising from the soles of his feet and rushing to his head, more than ten years of hard work...... What is it?

"Here comes the sword!"

He yelled at the people of the Yin family below.

Several young people wearing sword suits who often practiced with Yin Beiyuan reacted, and one of them threw a short sword that Yin Beiyuan was holding in his hand.

After Yin Beiyuan took it, he threw away the scabbard. The short sword is like a kind of waki, the length of the blade is 30cm-60cm, in ancient times, it was often paired with a long sword or a long knife for the waist, when it was used with other knives, there was also another name, two knife flow!

"I can still fight." Yin Beiyuan held a short knife in his left hand and a bamboo sword in his right hand, posing in a strange posture. Yes, the second knife flow is one of his little-known hole cards, and at this moment in the arena, he decided to fight everything.

The young man's eyes were determined, and he spoke.

"I ......"

Yu Bai kicked the boy out of the dojo.

It's weird, the fight is endless, and I'm not your sparring partner. Seeing the young man being kicked away, lying motionless on the ground, Yu Bai thought speechlessly.

……

Yu Bai's kick, although he clearly announced to the scene and in front of the TV, whether it was a knowledgeable person or a person who didn't know how to watch the excitement, all announced: The fight is over, it's almost over.

Concise, straightforward and efficient.

However, it is also well known...... The act of poking a hornet's nest.

The recognized genius boy flew out of the dojo like a piece of paper, flew out of the dojo, landed, rolled and rolled, face down, as if he had fainted and did not move.

The scene couldn't help but be quiet, and then quiet, and there was nothing quiet—and then it boiled.

Among them, there are very excited, wow, most of them didn't understand what all this was happening, just because it was too dramatic, and there would be people in the Yin family who were related to the Yin family, or people in the kendo world who had cold lips and teeth, and the young people were out of the ground angry.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Let's go see Brother Yuan......"

"You dare to hurt people...... Referee, it's a violation! Someone's coming......"

The students of the Sword Skill Hall rushed straight to the dojo, the media and the representatives of the association were noisy, someone came out of the backstage with a sword, and the figures came and went, Yin Bujian ran over as soon as possible, and pressed the young man's shoulder, "Ah Yuan? Ah Yuan? He called out for two sentences, turned the person over, and leaned over to check, but before he could pinch the eldest nephew, Yin Beiyuan woke up leisurely.