Chapter 148 Attack Against Attack

Haruta Kawamoto supported Kazushi Kinda, who was still limping, and slowly walked to the front of the kendo hall. As soon as he pushed aside the crowd of spectators who were crowded outside, he heard a heart-shaking shout.

"Death!" With a loud shout, Aokiji's half-crouched movement to accumulate energy instantly changed to a step forward, and the bamboo sword in his hand was slashed out from his waist like a sword. The huge force made the bamboo sword in his hand fly in the air. It flashed away, and the afterimage looked like a blue moon.

The target of this sword is not the opponent himself, but the bamboo sword in Ueda's elegant hand.

Ueda Elegance only felt a burst of tearing pain in the claws and fingers of both hands. He involuntarily let go of his hand slightly, and the bamboo knife in his hand was violently knocked out.

The direction in which the bamboo sword flew happened to be where Sakai Sayoko was sitting and resting. Sakai Sayoko's pupils shrank for a while, and she only had time to tilt her head, and the bamboo sword that was knocked away flew past her ear with a whoosh.

"Hey!" A cry of pain came from behind Sayoko Sakai. She looked back and saw a member of the Yachiyo High Kendo Club holding his stomach and retreating. Her pupils trembled slightly and undetectably: Are the bamboo swords that were knocked away so powerful?

Aokiji didn't notice where the bamboo sword he had knocked away went. At this moment, he only had eyes for his opponent.

Facing an unarmed opponent who was still frozen in place, Aokiji only had to raise his sword and strike down.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Ueda slowly lowered his head gracefully, took off his mask without saying a word, held it in his arms, turned around and left the kendo club. He didn't even communicate with the people at his school, and walked away in despair before his teammates could react.

Kawamoto Haruta and Kinda Kazushi, who had witnessed all this, looked at each other with uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Kawamoto Haruta grabbed the cheering passers-by around him, pointed at Aoki Tsukasa wearing a mask and asked in a low voice: "Is this Aoki Tsukasa?"

"Yes! Aoki-kun is so handsome!" The passerby who turned into a little fanboy replied casually, then continued to raise his arms high and shouted, "Come on."

Haruta Kawamoto swallowed and returned to Kazushi Kinda. The two looked at each other, not even knowing what to say.

This guy is so scary!

As for Kawamura Shou, he saw Ueda greeting him elegantly and left without even saying a word. Then he looked at the insecure appearance of everyone in his team and snorted coldly. He frowned and raised his chin to a boy who was wearing his school uniform and no protective gear: "Go and persuade him."

The boy nodded and hurriedly chased after him.

"Saeki, come on." Kawamura watched as Aokiji put the bamboo sword on his shoulder leisurely and returned to his original position to wait for the next opponent. He was so angry at his appearance: You are not a poisonous kid. Shima Saeko, do you still think that one person can defeat our entire kendo club?

When his name was called, Saeki reluctantly put on his mask: "Yes."

In Japanese associations, ministers have a great say. Even though Saeki was dissatisfied, he did not dare to complain. He had to cheer up and came to Aokiji.

In Saeki's mind, he began to think of countermeasures quickly: From a technical point of view, this fierce-looking guy didn't seem to be outstanding. But his physical fitness is too exaggerated. How can anyone just use chopping to forcefully open a loophole?

No, is this the kendo school that originated from Satsuma? In Saeki's mind, he thought of a rare kendo school, which mostly relies on strength to overcome skill and uses strange moves. But he frowned and felt that it didn't look like it. The Satsuma Shigen style's starting moves are mostly upper-level starting moves, or the eight phases are the starting hands, but Aokiji does not like this style of play.

Kurama style? This way of knocking off the opponent's weapon first and then attacking is indeed very similar to the Kurama style.

Is it a variety of genres?

Saeki couldn't tell what style of swordsmanship Aokiji was practicing. He just felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead. For a moment, he didn't know how to prepare himself to face his opponent.

How about trying to attack? Saeki suppressed his uneasiness, stood in front of Aokiji, and held the sword in a normal mid-section posture.

Aokiji's movements seemed to be very sufficient. He held the bamboo sword on his shoulder in a sword flower, and started from the middle like him. The two swords were only half an arm's length apart.

"Red side, Maiyo High School. White side, Yachiyo National High School. Get ready!"

Kawamura raised his hands again and said loudly with a gloomy expression: "Start!"

This time, as soon as he finished speaking, Saeki quickly moved the wooden sword in his hand. His wooden sword flexibly drew a circle in front of him. One moment it seemed like he was going to stab the surface, and another moment he seemed to be slashing across the body. His fake movements were very rich.

However, Aokiji just adjusted the distance with nimble steps and small jumps.

This is not the pace of kendo!

Saeki was sweating faintly, and the bamboo sword in his hand was still changing its position vigilantly, but he could not complete his idea of ​​​​attacking for a while. There is no other reason, it's simply because of Aokiji's pace, he is unpredictable!

Aokiji flexibly changed his position forward, backward, left, and right, like a poisonous snake spitting out messages. Saeki felt that he might be torn apart by this monster if he made even the slightest move.

The two fell into a brief stalemate.

This can't be done!

Saeki felt that he was gradually adjusting his center of gravity following Aokiji's footsteps, and he immediately realized that he had gradually fallen into Aokiji's rhythm. In kendo, rhythm is also an extremely important point.

"Haha!" Saeki shouted, and the wooden sword in his hand first shook violently to the left, then suddenly adjusted his position and slashed from the right side.

To be honest, Aokiji was indeed deceived by his sudden feint, and was unable to accurately judge the direction of his attack at the first time. However, his experience in fighting against others has already made him particularly good at controlling the distance of attacks.

Just watching Aokiji's constantly moving steps change flexibly, and his body retreating slightly unnoticeably, Saeki had to forcefully lean forward to keep Aokiji within the attack range. However, just this small change in the body's center of gravity ushered in Aokiji's devastating blow.

Defense? No! Aokiji doesn't know that kind of technical stuff. His kendo skills are still a little short of reaching level five. If he really comes down to his skills, they are really not good enough. But when did Aokiji rely on kendo skills to fight?

Under the mask, Aokiji's pupils shrank violently, and the bamboo sword struck in Saeki's hand was clearly visible in his sight.

Want to hit my body? A cold arc formed at the corner of Aokiji's mouth under his mask.

Then I'll hit you on the head!

"Death!" With a deafening explosion, the bamboo knife in Aokiji's hand came forward first and slammed into Saeki's faceplate, making a scalp-numbing tragic sound.

Saeki's attack also hit Aokiji's armor, but the sound it made and his momentum were far different from Aokiji's.

"Tie!" "Red side!"

Among the three referees, the two referees from Wuyang High School raised the red flags in their hands. Kawamura Zhan raised his flag with both hands to indicate a tie.

A burst of violent cheers broke out from the surrounding crowd.

"Aokiji!"

"Aokiji!"

"Aokiji!"

I don't know who started it, but Aokiji's name resounded throughout the kendo hall.

But Aokiji, who was still fighting, turned a deaf ear. After hitting the target with a knife, he quickly distanced himself and assumed a warning posture with the knife raised.

Saeki froze on the spot, holding the bamboo sword with one hand and covering his head with the other, staggering two steps dizzy.

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