Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

In the next moment, the young man slashed down with force and force, but the impact feeling he imagined did not come from the bamboo sword.

Under the bright lights, the scene presented on the field made all the audience, including the referee and cameraman, stunned at the same time.

Only Chen Mo in the audience had a smile on his lips.

"Nice job, Suguha."

Just at the moment when the boy's slash fell, Kiritani Suguha rolled on the spot.

Yes, she rolled, and she rolled on the field like a street hooligan fighting without any image.

But it was this roll that made her avoid the boy's slash.

Looking at the opponent in front of him who dodged his slash like a rogue, the boy's whole face was flushed with anger in the face protector. If he didn't still have some sanity, he would almost swear.

While dodging the slash, Kiritani Suguha immediately stood up from the ground. In front of her, the young man mustered all his strength and gathered all the energy and energy of his body, and the sword fell through the air. At this moment, there were flaws everywhere in his whole body.

【You have to learn to keep a little bit of strength in your hands... Hidden and unmoved, it is called the killer...】

"noodle!"

Putting on the stance of the upper class again, Kiritani Suguha slashed down with his sword, but finally stopped just before hitting the top of the boy's head.

Closing momentum, this is something she hasn't learned until just now, but now she knows it.

"Gu..."

Staring at the wooden sword resting almost zero distance above his head, the boy swallowed hard.

Although he was not ashamed of Kiritani Suguha's way of rolling around like a fool just now, but this sword that he retracted and retracted freely made him feel ashamed from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes moved down slowly along the wooden sword, and seeing the girl holding the sword standing awe-inspiringly under the bright light, the boy was stunned for a moment, then let go of the bamboo sword dejectedly, and let the bamboo sword fall to the ground.

"I lost……"

"The competition—end! The winner, contestant No. 223——Sooha Kiritani!"

While the boy conceded defeat, the high-spirited and passionate voice of the referee resounded throughout the arena.

"You have really grown up, Suguha." Looking at the girl smiling joyfully under the attention of thousands of people, Chen Mo's eyes were full of tenderness.

If other people in the seventh team of CDI saw his appearance at this moment, they would probably be so surprised that they thought they were hallucinating.

But the softness in Chen Mo's eyes is not an illusion, but a real existence.

He still clearly remembers the girl's rigid sword and direct attacks when he first taught Kiritani Suguha.

It's just like when I first taught the white-haired little devil to use a sword in the dungeon.

Although clumsy, he has been making progress, and in a blink of an eye he has become an excellent junior worthy of his trust.

I really miss it...

Just as Chen Mo was thinking about his days in Olalie, a game broadcast woke him up from his memories.

"Next match, contestant No. 764 in the adult group, against contestant No. 19!"

Number 764...

Hearing this number, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. If he remembers correctly, that Master Miyamoto Yongzheng seems to be this number.

ps: "Preaching the Second Dimension"

Chapter 45 The Greatest Respect You Can Give

Back in the adult competition area, the quarter-finals had ended, and there were only two people left in the pre-match preparation area where there were originally eight people.

Seeing Chen Mo in black walking in slowly, the expressions on the faces of these two people are a bit ugly. There is no doubt that no matter who among them has advanced to the final, but facing Chen Mo's fierce sword, failure is almost clear. Show what is in front of you.

The champion of the National Kendo Competition and the honor of the Nine-Duan Sword Master, all of these are separated by Chen Mo's sword blade, and they look like ghosts when they look good.

But even so, the gesture that should be put out still has to be put up.

"Mr. Chen Mo, hurry up and play."

"Miyamoto has already arrived at the stadium in advance to wait for you."

Looking at the two [-]-[-]-year-old old men in front of him, with dry and ugly smiles on their faces, Chen Mo couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and ignored them, striding directly to the entrance of the arena.

And when his back completely disappeared into the entrance, the two people in the pre-match preparation area unanimously let out a sigh of relief.

"This kid, really don't take us seriously?!"

"He does have the qualifications."

"Hmph! How can a brat go to heaven? Tell me, does Brother Yongzheng have a chance of winning against him?"

"This question, after watching his game, you should already be very clear about it."

"But……"

After a moment of silence, the two looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

on the field.

Chen Mo and Miyamoto Yongzheng stood opposite each other, and the cameras around the arena captured the expressions on their faces from different angles. Chen Mo's expression was as calm as water, while Miyamoto Yongzheng's face was serious and solemn.

"I'm not going to win this game."