I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

[Okay, okay, I knew you were the best for me~ Hey, is this considered to be good for yourself?Just kidding - I want a cool new knife too!I'm really not used to the one in your hand...]

"Even if you have the habit of using it, I will not give you my original intention."

[I get it, I get it, I don't want my wife to be more powerful in the hands of others, so I'm jealous?But, but, isn't mine yours?Hahahahaha! 】

Wanton laughter echoed in his brain.Although I was familiar with the feeling of talking to him a very, very long time ago, another voice in my head at this moment still gave Cheng Rang a headache.

Maybe I need a certain amount of time to get used to it... In order not to blurt out another voice in my head like a lunatic, and be thought to be a schizophrenic patient and die on the spot, Cheng Rang's words during this period changed much less than before.

But even so, from time to time, he would make a sound of talking to himself.

"—be quiet."

The man beside him suddenly spoke like this, causing Sima Weizhi to blink his eyes in confusion.

"Well, they haven't spoken all the time."

"..."

Cheng Rang glanced at the girl beside him who was looking at him curiously.

"How long are we there?"

"almost."

Her gaze was cast into the distance through the windshield. At the end of the straight and spacious road, a large number of magnificent buildings and factories slowly appeared in the center of the distant field of vision from the horizon.

The deposit alone was as much as 3000 million, and with a condition that Sima Weizhi could not refuse, the chairman's daughter directly brought Cheng Rang to Sima Heavy Industry's weapons research and development headquarters.

It can be called a willful behavior—but it is because of grasping this point that Zhi Ziyingyin recommended her to him.

"We're here, Mr. Cheng."

The vehicle came to a steady stop, and the tall driver in a suit and leather ties and sunglasses got out of the car and opened the door for himself and Sima Weizhi in the back seat.

It doesn't seem to be too unexpected...

Looking up at the building with "Sima Heavy Industry" cast in metal in front of him, Cheng Rang followed Sima Weizhi into the gate, and everyone he saw on the way nodded to the young lady.

At this time, an old man with gray temples, wearing a white coat that looked like a researcher, walked towards him.

"Missy came here unexpectedly this time, I'm really terrified—"

"You are serious." Sima Weizhi gracefully bowed to the old man, and then introduced: "Mr. Cheng, this is Sima Zhezhen, the head of the weapon research department of Sima Heavy Industry. Grandpa Zhezhen, this is... ..”

"Cheng Rang, just call me Cheng."

"Hey, you're really a spirited young man." Sima Zhezhen's wrinkled face suddenly showed a bright smile. Although he was over seventy years old, there was no haze of twilight in those eyes. Still shining brightly.

"I heard from the eldest lady that Mr. Cheng came this time to order a weapon that is convenient for you?" He took a look at Cheng Rang, and then asked.

"Yes."

"Then please come with me."

Sima Weizhi nodded to the two: "I will wait for you in the room on the top floor."

Zhezhen walked forward slowly without looking back, and waved his hands.

After passing through various security checkpoints, Cheng Rang followed Sima Zhezhen into the elevator, and the four accompanying security personnel stood directly outside the elevator.

The ID card on Sima Zhezhen's chest was automatically sensed by the scanning device in the elevator and made a beeping sound. Then he raised his hand and pressed the elevator button. The door closed. With a slight feeling of weightlessness, the elevator began to descend rapidly underground.

On the way, the two did not exchange any words, and apart from introducing each other

When Shao Shi arrived, the old man glanced at him and then never looked back again. He just headed towards a certain destination, which made Cheng Rang feel a little confused.

"Don't you need to ask me what kind of weapon I need to order?"

Sima Zhezhen's slow but steady footsteps didn't pause at all. He raised his hand and patted his left hip, where Cheng Rang had always carried his sword, and said: "You are a master of cold weapons. Single-edged weapons... .Sword?” (In Japan, sword (剣) represents various cold weapons, including knives.)

"Oh?"

Cheng Rang didn't wear a weapon from the beginning to the end, but the old man in front of him saw through his identity at a glance.

Cheng Rang was very sure that this was definitely the first time he had seen him.

【Hey, this old man has two brushes! 】

"Even if you don't wear a weapon, the habits accumulated over the years will make martial arts practitioners like swordsmen walk differently from ordinary people."

"When you walk, the swing of your left hand is obviously not more than fifteen degrees from the center of the trouser line. From time to time, because you don't have a weapon in your hand, you will shake hands. But the swing of your right hand is more forward. It seems that you use The dominant hand for the sword is the right hand."

The left hand stabilizes the scabbard, pointing it straight at the target, and the moment the right hand quickly draws the knife, the tendons of the knife coincide perfectly with the slashing line, achieving a quick and accurate one-hit kill.

"Are you practicing Iai-like swordsmanship?"

"It's kind of..." Cheng Rang withdrew his left hand, which he was holding, and put it in his pocket.

The first secret cut, a quick horizontal cut with the sword drawn - Cheng Rang repeated this action nearly ten billion times in the training ground.

"It's a coincidence that I, the old man, also know something about swordsmanship—it's just that technology is developing too fast now, and few people have settled down to use this ancient weapon."

A girl holding a black knife, Tiantong Mugeng, immediately appeared in Cheng Rang's mind.

Tendo-style sword-drawing technique, the legendary sword ghost...holds the murder knife, Yukikage.

He was even able to wield multiple sharp sword auras that could leave his hands, which surprised himself at the time.

The silver-white metal door in front of him slid open silently to both sides, and the dark and empty room was suddenly lit up, illuminating the place brightly.

"Dojo?"

Cheng Rang stared at the ashram at an unknown depth underground, feeling a little strange.

Shouldn't this place be filled with high-tech instruments like various weapons processing lines, as well as researchers in white coats running around holding tablet computers?

Sima Zhezhen who was on the side seemed to laugh a few times proudly, and waved to Cheng Rang.

"Don't be ridiculous, this is actually a place for me to relax and relax."

"But I'm here..."

The old man waved his hands with a look that I knew, "Give me a couple of gestures, young man, it's not easy to meet a master with a sword, why don't you allow me to be happy?"

"Don't worry, after the sparring, the old man will naturally know how to make the most suitable weapon for you."

He threw a bamboo knife wrapped in a soft cloth into his arms, and the old man Zhezhen took off his white coat casually, and picked up another bamboo knife.

"Let me tell you in advance, our bodies are old after all, so just click as far as you can. Mr. Cheng, please."

The old man's clear eyes suddenly glowed with a sword, and in an instant his aura transformed into a steel knife that seemed to be contained in a scabbard, which was completely different from the old man just now.

The sharpness accumulated in time converged in his slightly hunched body, and the aura exuded made Cheng Rang's skin feel dull pain.

【interesting!Interesting - let me play with him! 】

Another voice in my head was as excited as if I had found the best toy.

"No."

【I won't kill him, absolutely not~ Please, this is a weapon made for me, right?So he must be spared—]

"Even if you get hurt, it's hard to do."

[... Woo!Bad bad, bad bad you! 】

"Can you stop being so disgusting, I'm so disgusted that I want to throw up."

【Please, I won't hurt a hair on him~ After all, I still have to ask him to help me create the "best" weapon for me, right?Right~~! 】

Cheng Rang looked at the bamboo knife in his right hand as if thinking, sighed helplessly in his heart, and gently closed his eyes.

"Okay, I'll give you a minute."

【whee!Love you!I love you the most! 】

Slowly remove the bamboo knife held in the right hand with the left hand, as if facing a mirror, there are two identical figures.

"give it to you...."

[Hey, leave it to me! 】

The voice in my heart broke through the shackles and broke out like glass.

Intertwined with each other regardless of each other...

——["Becoming a Demon!"]——

With two minds in one body, one thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon.

After Sima Zhezhen finished his move, the man opposite with the bamboo knife closed his eyes, and then opened them again——

"1 minutes is enough!"

There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and the previously clear black eyes seemed to reflect scarlet blood at this moment, and the bangs of his black broken hair danced wildly without wind, dyed with strands of snow white.

Then, a surging [Potential] carrying the sharpest edge like a huge wave turned into a sharp rain of swords and came across the surface, piercing Sima Zhezhen's chest fiercely.

Blood flowed suddenly - giving him the terrifying illusion that he had died in front of this man.

"Extreme intent of the sword, open..."

Sima Zhezhen almost opened the corners of his eyes in an instant, his withered throat trembled several times and lost his voice.

"This....."

This is impossible!

Chapter 66 Confrontation

Sima Zhezhen suddenly felt that he had reached the kendo level of Fu Xu Jie Chuan, and maybe he was not even at the top.

Above that, there is a far higher mountain peak—and in his poor life, he only stepped half a foot into the edge of the boundless snowfield at the foot of the mountain.

Swordsman—forging the body, imitating the shape, maintaining strength, and nourishing the heart.

First of all, it refers to beginners who are learning kendo. The basis for stepping into the threshold is to have a good body first, and then learn every move of the weapon. After having the routines and moves, you will further increase your strength and experience. Strength and sword moves are combined into one, exerting power.

Finally, when every move and style is kept in mind, and the swordsman's control of his own power is approaching maturity, he begins to cultivate his mind.

The water stops for a moment, the Milky Way for a moment.

Reaching the realm of transformation, reaching the pinnacle.

In order to use the cold steel in your hands to communicate with the sky, the earth, and people, so that the three become one, and then understand the existence only in the self and the body...

【potential】

Sword power - this kind of mysterious thing, Sima Zhezhen was almost dying of old age, and it was only worthy of entering the school.

But what about the young man in front of him, how old he looks! 18? 20? 25?

Either way, it's totally incomprehensible.

The body is unable to move, as if stuck in a frozen quagmire.His weak [Sword Power] was torn apart by him the moment he condensed, just like a mayfly shaking a tree, and he could only watch helplessly as the blade in his hand crossed the arc that seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, chopping To his own head.

If you resist, you will die, because the strength varies greatly.

Resist and die, because it is unstoppable.

Even if you dodge, you will die, because - there is no way to dodge!

What the man was holding was just a bamboo knife, but Sima Zhezhen was absolutely sure about it.A person with this terrifying sword power, even if he only has wicker in his hand, can kill himself with one blow!

This is the master of the sword, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people...

Clap!

Clap!

huh - huh!

The bamboo knife wrapped in white cloth exploded in mid-air, and all three slashes from the same position were aimed at Sima Zhezhen's temple, but they all stopped at the moment of contact.

Without the slightest error or trembling, this control ability can be called the best in the world.

The bamboo knife resting on his temple moved away slowly, and he seemed to be bored, using a complaining tone.

"You don't even have resistance? Don't let me down, or——really kill you..."

Cold sweat slid down Sima Zhezhen's forehead, and when he raised his eyes to look, the scarlet black eyes shot out the most piercing murderous intent that seemed to pierce him.

He's not kidding!