Chapter 147 The Game Continues

"What should I do?" A boy wearing kendo protective gear and Yachiyo High School's school badge had a solemn expression, and cold sweat slowly flowed from his forehead: "Who goes first?"

"Well, Ueda should go first." Another boy said with a somewhat frightened look.

When the boy named Ueda heard this, he immediately stared at him with dissatisfied eyes: "Why me? Wouldn't it be better for Kawashima to go first?"

"Me? Me, my style is not suitable for being the first one. You are good at defense. Wouldn't it be better to consume his energy first?" Kawashima's eyes flickered and he lowered his head.

"Saeki-senpai will go first, right? Saeki-senpai is among the top four in the kendo tournament after all. He shouldn't be much worse than that bald guy, right?"

"Hey, I'm a senior! Matsunaga, you go first!"

Seeing these people pushing each other away, Sayoko Sakai, who was sitting aside and trying to regain her strength, looked a little disdainful. She just looked at Kawamura Zhan lightly and asked him to come out and make a decision quickly.

Kawamura Sen took a look at the upright Aoki Tsukasa who was ready not far away, holding a bamboo sword with one hand, and let out a long sigh of relief. He walked to his team members with a solemn expression and whispered: "Ueda is the first to go."

Hearing this, Ueda shook his head with some resistance: "I"

"Shut up! Don't you even have the courage to fight now? If you don't want to fight today, submit an application to withdraw from the army immediately!" Kawamura scolded in a low voice, his eyes widened: "I'm not asking you to die, you just need to hold on After ten rounds, it’s enough to consume his physical strength. Can’t you even do this!”

Ueda opened his mouth and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Didn't you hear what the bald man said? He said it would be hurt! Ueda's eyes were trembling: Why, why do you have to be the first to go up to me?

"Then Saeki comes on. Saeki is experienced and can react quickly on the spot. We don't want to give the guy on the opposite side a chance to breathe and wear him down with a wheel battle!" After Kawamura finished speaking, he pushed Ueda: "Hurry up and wear a mask."

Ueda reluctantly stretched out his hand to put on the head protection, gripped the wooden sword tightly, and walked slowly to the opposite side of Aokiji.

Aokiji's eyes under the mask were extremely sharp, but his tone was very calm: "Is that you? The scapegoat pushed out by your teammates?"

"Nonsense, nonsense." Ueda clenched his bamboo sword and gritted his teeth: "Beat me first, and then talk nonsense!"

Perhaps because the mask obscured Aokiji's face, the fear in Ueda's heart calmed down a little.

If it were a regular kendo competition, Aokiji would definitely not talk casually. After all, etiquette is also very important in kendo competitions. But this was a competition after all, so Aokiji only aimed at winning and tried every means to increase his chances of winning.

Whether it was the words he said before or the ferocious expression on his face, it was all done intentionally by Aokiji to put pressure on the person opposite him.

Kendo is like playing chess. If you can make the opponent's opponent fearful at the beginning, then the entire chess game will develop in your favor.

"Come on! Si-kun!" Teruhashi Komimi raised her hand in the crowd and loudly supported Aoki Tsukasa.

The excited look on her pretty face made many male classmates roar. But because of this, the originally solemn atmosphere on the court was relieved a lot. Many students who were originally very disappointed with the kendo club once again loudly supported Aokiji.

The overwhelming cheers on the field made the people of Yachiyo High School feel even more stressed.

"Get ready!" Kawamura finished arranging his team members and walked to the playing field. Watching Aokiji try to calm down his mood, he said loudly: "Red side, Wuyang High School, Aokiji. White side, Yachiyo National High School, Ueda Elegant!”

Don't fall down at the beginning, Ueda-kun! Kawamura took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Start!"

As soon as the initial sound fell, Aokiji was like a violent beast, leaping forward high on the spot, and let out a fierce breath: "Death!"

Jump chop? Sakai Sayoko, who was sitting aside to recover her strength, had a cold light in her eyes: Although this unexpected attack was sudden, Ueda should have been prepared for it.

Sure enough, Aokiji made a powerful jump slash, but Ueda reacted elegantly. He hurriedly swung his sword to block it. The next moment, the extremely loud sound of bamboo swords clashing made a trace of fear appear in his eyes.

What a strength!

Ueda Eda was originally in a standing position while holding a knife to block, but was suddenly knocked to her knees by Aokiji! That's right, he just knelt down! He knelt down on one knee and made a muffled sound. The bamboo knife he held was still trembling.

People around him subconsciously exclaimed in surprise: "Wow!"

Even Sakai Sayoko couldn't help but open her mouth slightly in shock.

So what if it's blocked? Aokiji sneered, standing in front of Ueda Elegance, and squeezed down hard with the bamboo sword. Ueda Elegance, who was originally in a kneeling position, was immediately crushed by his huge force, and lay helpless on the ground.

"Death!" Aokiji shouted again, holding the bamboo knife behind his back with both hands, using his weight to stab downwards, and stabbed Ueda Elegance who was lying on the ground.

For a moment, Ueda Elegance had forgotten that this was just a training match. Aokiji gave him the feeling that two people were fighting for life and death. He had never felt panic before and he didn't even know how to block with a bamboo knife. Instead, he instinctively used his hands and feet together and crawled on the ground with extremely inelegant movements.

is that useful?

No matter how fast Ueda's elegant movements were, how could they compare to Aoki Tsukasa's top-down thrust?

The bamboo knife stabbed Ueda Elegance's throat protective gear hard, and the huge force penetrated the protective gear, making Ueda Elegance groan, cough repeatedly, and his eyes turned white.

"Red square, one book, the score is valid!" The referee of Wuyang Kendo Club immediately raised the red flag in his hand.

Kawamura was unwilling to give in, but this time it was so clean and tidy. Whether it was his aura, voice, or Aokiji's body and center of gravity, it was impeccable. Moreover, this attack was carried out within three seconds of Ueda's graceful fall to the ground, and it did not violate the rules of kendo. If we insist on nitpicking, it may be that Aokiji's top-down thrusting movement is not common in kendo movements. Maybe the direction of the blade can be used to invalidate it?

No, this is a stab to the throat, the blade is not important. Should we use the lack of zanshin to invalidate the penalty score? But

"Does referee Kawamura have any objections?"

The referee from the Wuyang Kendo Club asked aloud, with a slightly pleased expression on his face.

cut!

Kawamura secretly gritted his teeth and raised the red flag expressionlessly: "No objection."

Ueda Elegance lowered his head from the ground, slowly climbed up from the ground, picked up the bamboo sword, and slowly made another preparation for holding the sword in the middle.

But both Aokiji and the few people who were watching the swordsmanship knew that Ueda's elegant will had been broken.

Aokiji hid the blade behind his right side, facing backwards with the sword, bowing slightly, assuming a threatening sword-holding posture.

Arrogant! Sakai Sayoko, who was watching, gritted her teeth secretly.

In modern kendo competitions, except for a very small number of rare schools, anyone who starts with postures such as intimidation and eight phases is despising the opponent in disguise!

Ueda kept his sword-holding posture with an elegant expression and said nothing. There was no opponent in his eyes, and his mind was in chaos.

Aokiji slowly tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, with a slightly excited smile under his mask.

"The game continues!"

"Prepare!"

"start!"

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PS: The author sneakily tried to slip out of the shadows, but was recognized by readers and surrounded.

A sturdy reader grabbed the author's collar and said loudly: "You have been slow to update recently. Why don't you write well in the small theater?"

A forced smile appeared on the author's sweat-soaked face: "I, I'm not in a good state lately."

"Hmph, this time is a warning. If you don't serve me well next time, I'll beat your head to pieces!" The strong reader waved his fist and turned around to leave with the other readers in a show of force.

The author clenched his fist secretly: Don't bully young people into poverty!

"By the way, do you still want a recommendation vote?" The reader suddenly thought of something and turned around. A bright smile appeared on the author's face: "Thank you, brother!"