My ability is the original god, please enlighten me!

It is also a good choice to visit the fantasy club that I once wanted to join. Anyway, no one at home is waiting to make boiled fish by myself, so I can rest for a few days.

If Chris comes back, the imprint on the back of her hand will definitely respond, after all, it belongs to her.

After going through a lot of life and death, you should take advantage of the rare leisure time to enjoy the campus life.

Following the girls at a relaxed pace, Zheng Wu showed a satisfied expression on his face, feeling that the surrounding evening sun seemed to be brighter.

......

"Tap! Tap! Tap!!"

Before entering the venue of the Kendo Club, Zheng Wu heard the sound of bamboo swords hitting each other from a distance.

Today seems to be an open day, and the Kendo club seems to have specially applied for a large venue to demonstrate kendo. It seems that they want to make a video and wait until the end of the summer vacation to attract newcomers or something.

So when Zheng Wu walked into the wide practice field of the Kendo Club, he saw many people practicing Suzhen, and even wearing protective clothing for a simulated confrontation. The atmosphere in the arena heated up, and the faces of several boys beside Zheng Wu who also came to visit were obviously excited.

"Is this the Kendo Club..."

Zheng Wu leaned against the edge wall of the wide practice field, and with his excellent eyesight, kept looking at the surrounding Kendo club members practicing and fighting. After a while, he suddenly shook his head.

It was too far away.

Zheng Wu's own swordsmanship has been evaluated by Chris, and it has not lost to any C-level participant she has ever seen.

This kind of evaluation, it is not an exaggeration to call it a sword master in the eyes of ordinary people.

The kendo duels of these ordinary people really did not arouse any interest in him.

What's more, in the swordsmanship experience he has learned, Lei Ze's swordsmanship, Grand Commander's swordsmanship, Beidou's swordsmanship...everything is the actual combat swordsmanship that has been tempered and used for life and death. The kendo competition, which is like a child's play, really feels like watching kindergarten children fight.

Very bored.

Zheng Wu made a conclusion like this.

It turns out that the Kendo club that I yearned for in the past, in front of me who has experienced a lot, turned out to be like this.

Zheng Wu couldn't help being a little disappointed, but he felt relieved after thinking about it.

Participants are not on the same level as ordinary people. Whether it is physical fitness, mental cohesion, thinking ability, or reaction ability, these are all closely related to swordsmanship. Naturally, there is a gap between heaven and earth, and it is no wonder that they feel bored.

Compared with watching these boring things, when he competed with Wang Xingyu in swordsmanship, Zheng Wu's yearning for swordsmanship would arise in Zheng Wu's heart.

After all, Zheng Wu couldn't forget Wang Xingyu's Ping-A swordsmanship that instantly killed him.

After officially entering the eighth group, Zheng Wu decided to find Wang Xingyu to practice more and improve his swordsmanship.

At least you have to take over his level a...

Zheng Wu couldn't help sighing as he recalled his experience of being killed in one blow.

A microphone full of expectation suddenly sounded.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, today's highlight, the competition between the president of our Kendo Club, is about to begin now!!"

With the sound of this voice, all members of the Kendo club around the training ground suddenly stopped practicing and walked aside tacitly.

At the same time, on the super large arena in the middle, white and soft lights were shining, and two people wearing full protective suits, tightly packed, and holding delicate wooden swords walked up slowly from the left and right sides of the arena, as if It looks like it's about to fight.

With this situation, the people who came to visit the Kendo Club couldn't help gathering in the direction of the ring out of curiosity.

At this time, there was a person who seemed to be a host on the edge of the ring, speaking there with a microphone.

"Welcome everyone to visit our Kendo Club." The person holding the microphone smiled and said to the surroundings: "I am the host of today's event. Next, I will introduce to you the wonderful swordsmanship competition we will hold soon."

"First of all, the one on the right is the president of our kendo club. He has not lost a single defeat in the three years since he joined the kendo club. He has even defeated many professional players. His family even owns the largest kendo gym in the country. It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. !"

As soon as the host's voice fell, the attracted passers-by around the ring looked at the figure on the right, who looked very strong even though he was wearing a full protective suit, with surprise in his eyes, obviously feeling a little bit overwhelmed by his glorious resume. shocked.

"The one on the left is a challenger with superb sword skills who has been certified by some of our club members. He will stage an extremely exciting sword fight with our president!"

The people under the arena looked to the other side, their eyes suddenly a little astonished, because the challenger looked a little thin, and there was a big gap between the physique of the president of the Kendo Club.

But before they could think about it, the host's voice sounded again:

"Attention, it's a swordsmanship confrontation, not a general swordsmanship competition?"

The host seemed to be very familiar with the atmosphere, and his tone of voice was ups and downs, which fully aroused the expectations of people in the ring: "Ordinary fencing competitions actually have many rules, which limit the display of swordsmanship, and this one is a swordsmanship competition. There are redundant restrictive rules, all you need to do is give full play to all your sword skills and defeat the opponent!"

"The swordsmanship displayed in this way is the most exciting and fascinating!"

The host suddenly opened his hands, and said in a passionate tone, "I think everyone has yearned for this kind of swordsmanship duel like ancient swordsmen!"

"Oh!!" Some boys in the audience were obviously excited by the host's words.

And Zheng Wu also showed a surprised expression on his face.

Not because of the host's emotional words, but because of...

"That turned out to be an E-rank participant?!"

Zheng Wu looked at the information displayed on the system, the president of the burly Kendo club, and suddenly a touch of interest rose in his eyes.

Now, it seems a little more interesting.

Chapter 237 I Have a Request

"I didn't expect there to be other participants in Blue Ocean University besides me. Obviously, when I just became a participant, I ran all over the university, but I couldn't find any other participants."

Zheng Wu looked at the burly president of the Kendo club with a little interest in his eyes.

After all, this is the first time he has found a participant other than himself in his own university.

As I said before, high-level participants can see the information of low-level participants, even if the low-level participants hide their own information, but if the high-level participants hide their information, then the system of the low-level participants will not display the opponent's level. So this is also a kind of inequality of authority on the level.

So Zheng Wu suspected that the reason why he searched the campus but couldn't find the other party when he was E-level before was that the other party had imposed restrictions on hiding information.

But if this is the case, it's no wonder that when the host introduced the president of the kendo club, he had such a brilliant resume.

For E-level participants...Zheng Wu remembered that when he was still E-level, his physical fitness had reached the limit of human beings. The big sword ignored it.

But at that time, I reached the E-level by relying on the pure physical fitness bonus, and did not have the ability to manipulate the fire element now, so the physical fitness should be regarded as the highest among the E-level participants. I don’t know the president of the Kendo Club. Did he also reach E rank with his physical fitness bonus? If so, then the thin opponent with superb swordsmanship on the opposite side probably has no resistance at all.

It seems that he is a participant who likes to abuse food.

Looking at the burly president of the Kendo Club, Zheng Wu couldn't help having such thoughts.

At this time, the host's voice sounded again.

"Of course, for the sake of safety, we use a sturdy edgeless wooden sword. The president also invited a professional medical team to prevent any accidents from happening, so that everyone can enjoy the wonderful game without any worries."

Mobilizing the atmosphere just enough, seeing the expectant expressions of the audience under the ring, the host couldn't help but look a little satisfied, and continued to add: "There is also the victory and defeat conditions. Since it is a relatively special swordsmanship confrontation, Therefore, there are not too many rules. If you hit any part of the opponent’s body, you will get one point. Our referees will declare that one side is defeated when they are hit by any part of the body more than [-] times, that is, when one side gets more than [-] points. !"

"And after this swordsmanship duel, everyone can also use the arena at will to initiate swordsmanship-related challenges. We will have special referees to judge the winner and give guidance, and we have professional equipment, a professional medical team and perfect logistics. Team, solve everyone's worries, let everyone experience the charm of the intersection of swords!"

"Oh oh oh!" Some boys and girls in the audience shouted excitedly again.

"Then now, without further ado," the host walked to the edge corner of the wide arena, looked at the two people in the center of the arena, with the same excited expression on their faces, and declared passionately:

"The Kendo Club's Open Day Swordsmanship Tournament starts now!"

......

At the center of the arena.

When the host was announcing information about the competition, the two standing in the center of the large arena seemed a little silent compared to the noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere of the surrounding audience.

"I've always seen you as a dislike, and I've always wanted to teach you a lesson, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to propose a swordsmanship competition to me."

A muffled voice sounded, and the burly president of the kendo club looked at the thin figure who was also wearing a protective suit opposite him, and his tone seemed a little mocking: "And the reason for the competition is actually for those useless useless members, are you really serious?" Do you consider yourself a hero?"

"I just don't want their yearning and longing for the way of the sword to be trampled by you like this." The thin figure in protective clothing shook his head, his voice was a bit nice and soft, but there was unquestionable firmness in it: "I didn't expect to be What kind of heroes in their early years just think that when their yearning and longing are trampled on the ground, they must hope that there is someone like me who can bravely stand up to fight and give them affirmation and courage."

"That's right, just like the people I respect the most."

The thin figure suddenly remembered something, his soft voice became powerful, and he said decisively: "If he was there, he would definitely not stand by at that time, but stand up bravely and stand in front of those who are being bullied by you with brute force , guarding their dreams."

"That time, he became my hero."

The thin figure raised his wooden sword and pointed it at the strong figure in front of him, with a sharp edge in his pleasant and soft voice: "This time, it's my turn."

"Heh, he can say a lot of handsome words." The strong president of the swordsmanship club looked at him, and his tone was a little impatient and irritable: "Let me teach you, the so-called longing, yearning and dreams. , how vulnerable it is in the face of strength."

Looking at the opponent's thin body, Huang Sheng, the president of the Kendo Club, didn't even intend to use extraordinary means to intimidate the opponent, because his strength was enough to win.

Although his extraordinary ability does not add much to swordsmanship, it can bring a slight bonus to physical fitness and mental strength. Combined with the swordsmanship honed since childhood in a family of swordsmanship, Huang Sheng himself is not bad among professional players. The level of abuse, this kind of abuser often learns swordsmanship with the garbage in those clubs, the so-called "swordsman" in the eyes of those garbage has no problem.

What's more, this is a duel with no superfluous rules, as long as he hits a sword, it is enough to break his thin body to the bone and kneel down to beg for mercy.

In his heart, the university's kendo club is like a back garden he built to vent his anger. If there are people like the other party who dare to resist him in the kendo club and are more popular than him, they need to be repaired.

"...The match is starting now!!" The host's voice came at the right time.

Huang Sheng, the president of the Kendo Club, clenched the wooden sword in his hand, and was about to rush towards the opponent, when a soft, pleasant, but sharp voice suddenly rang in his ears again.

"By the way, besides this reason, I have another reason for wanting to have a fencing competition with you."

"Oh?" Hearing this sentence, Huang Sheng, who raised the wooden sword in his hand, was stunned, and the expression under the protective clothing couldn't help being curious: "What reason?"

"The reason, that is—"

A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the slender figure under the protective mask.

"I want to defeat you, the one with the highest sword skills in the Kendo club!!!"

despair!

The sound of the soles of the feet hitting the ground suddenly sounded, and the figure in the thick protective clothing still looked a little thin and thin, but at this moment, it suddenly burst out at a speed not inferior to that of an athlete, and rushed towards Huang Sheng!

"Foil Three Forms · Stab!!!"

As refined and steady as if it had been honed thousands of times, the wooden sword in his hand did not shake at all, and the tip of the sword was like a sharp sword off the string, quickly piercing through the barrier of air and piercing Huang Sheng's throat!

Huang Sheng's pupils shrank, and before he could react, the light wooden sword in the thin figure's hand pierced an almost invisible afterimage in the air, stabbing his throat hard like a dragonfly's water!

The strength of the sword cannot be said to be heavy, but it made him feel a terrible chill that pierced his throat!

The people around looked at the sword in surprise, but they didn't expect that Huang Sheng lost the first move, which was completely different from what they had imagined.

"Damn it." After reacting, Huang Sheng suddenly showed fury on his face. He clenched the wooden sword in his palm and slashed horizontally, pointing directly at the centerline of the target's body. Today, it is estimated that there will be a deep bruise or even a fracture.

however--

Hey——The hiss of the wooden blade cutting through the air was like a scream, but the fierce blade missed its target, and was dodged by the thin figure who retreated in advance by a slight margin, and the pressure of the sword turned into a gale under its protection. There was a wrinkle in the clothes.

"Five Foil Sword Styles - Flick Slashing!!" The moment Huang Sheng's wooden sword swept away, the thin man seized the opportunity at this moment, stopped the retreating trend, and changed the strength of the light wooden sword raised in his hand, Changing from stabbing to slashing, the wooden blade slashed the opponent's arm swinging the wooden sword like a breeze!

Second hit on the body part! !

Looking at his chopped arm, Huang Sheng's face couldn't help but become even uglier. The strength of the sword in his hand increased, making the skin and flesh faintly blue, and he increased the strength and speed of swinging the sword.

Then, relying on the advantages of physical fitness, he bullied himself and swung several swords in a row.

As long as I can hit the opponent with a sword, the huge strength will make his thin body unstable, and then I can take advantage of the situation to attack fiercely and win!

however--

Tap-tap-tat! ! !

Huang Sheng stepped forward, and the powerful and heavy swords were all caught by the thin figure, but failed to hit the opponent's body. The huge force was skillfully guided to the feet by the thin figure, and the huge sword was eliminated by the step. Inertia of power.

Then, in another clash of swords and swords, Huang Sheng's thin figure, who had figured out the strength and number of moves of the sword, suddenly changed his steps.

"Ten Forms of Foil Sword, Guiding Sword!!"

despair! !The blades of the two wooden swords meet, and the thin man's wooden sword suddenly turns sideways. The blade adjusts its direction according to the strength of the opponent's chopping, so that the opponent's wooden sword is guided across the body like a roller coaster on the rails. Then brazenly swung the slash!

Snapped! !The blade of the wooden sword hit Huang Sheng's neck! !

This is a lore! !

Huang Sheng was stunned, and his face under the protective mask became extremely ugly.

He underestimated the other party.

The lightness of the wooden sword itself coupled with the opponent's sensitivity, as well as the opponent's coping skills when the physical fitness is at a disadvantage...

This guy has definitely practiced kendo for more than five years, and his fighting talent is extremely terrifying! !

Looking at the opponent's calm and refined lore sword move, remembering the terrifying explosive power and quick reaction ability in that slender body just now, Huang Sheng realized that he might be cut this time.