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"In the past few days, I have challenged five dojos in a row, and no one can hurt me at all. It is really... so disappointing. I have heard about the greatness of the island country's swordsmanship in the past, but I never expected how weak it is today."

Lin Qingluo turned around and walked to the edge of the dojo, dragged the cello case he brought over, then opened the case and took out the soul-slaying demon sword with a bright red blade.

"This sword is called the Sword of Azakana. It is the most powerful weapon in this world. I use this as a basis to fight with you." "

Lin Qingluo walked to the field and thrust the sword blade in his hand into the floor. The sharp blade was like piercing tofu, and it penetrated half an inch.

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Then, Lin Qingluo held the hilt of the sword with both hands, continuing his journey with a challenging attitude.

"Winning one-on-one real sword battle, everyone in Yishin Dojo can come forward. If I lose, I will die here. This sword is handed over to you."

"If I win, just give me the treasured sword of the town hall and hang up the sign I wrote. It doesn't take too long, just three months!"

"I have always believed in equality. If you have any additional conditions, you can put them forward. As long as you pay the corresponding price, I will be happy to accept your conditions~"

Lin Qingluo lost five dojos in a row in the past few days. He sold all the swords he got and could almost buy a house in Tokyo. This kind of gambling can make more money than robbing ordinary small banks!

Hearing Lin Qingluo's announcement, everyone in the Ishin Dojo fell silent for an instant. Only Inaba and Hikari stood forward excitedly, ready to accept Lin Qingluo's bet.

"My swordsmanship is poor, so I challenge you in my own name!"

"Huh? Is that so?"

Lin Qingluo did not answer Inaba and Guang, but turned to look at his master. Emu Yuanji had a serious expression on his face and pulled his apprentice behind him.

"Jiang Mu Yuanji, accept your challenge."

"Very good~ You can call your master, uncle, ancestor, etc. over. I don't mind the wheel battle. If they don't end up, it's good to be witnesses."

Lin Qingluo had already guessed this outcome, so he was not in a hurry. Instead, he pulled out the sword blade from the ground, walked to Mai Sakurajima, and ate strawberry daifuku with her.

——Lin Qingluo’s current behavior is the so-called kicking out of the gym. It is a behavior that cuts off people’s wealth and smashes people’s signs. In ancient times, it was normal to be beaten to death.

Of course, in the same situation, Jiang Mu Yuanji had no other choice since Lin Qingluo entered the dojo.Tongmei Rishin-ryu has been passed down for hundreds of years and is also a well-known brand in Kyoto. It is impossible for him to refuse Lin Qingluo's challenge.

Kendo is similar to a martial arts gym. If someone succeeds in kicking it out, the name will be ruined and it will be difficult to continue to open it. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life and death crisis.

The only consolation is that Lin Qingluo has defeated five martial arts schools. They all chose to close their doors after offering their swords.

——As for whether to close the business for three months or never open the door again, that depends on their shame and Lin Qingluo’s outcome.

With the development of kendo, it has become a big business. Everyone makes money based on their skills. Even if you can't make big money, there is nothing wrong with making bad money.

The worst case scenario is just a ninety-degree bow, then a private Marseille with red bean paste, and the matter will be over.

——As for those who commit seppuku and use death to preserve the reputation of their sect, Lin Qingluo has not encountered one yet.

"Oh~ I hope I can meet someone interesting today."

Lin Qingluo sat on the ground bored, chewing strawberry daifuku and leaning on his cheek to watch the show.

It must be said that Jiang Mu Yuanji's reaction was quite fast. Not only did he notify his master, he also dismissed almost all the people who came to learn swordsmanship and thanked them behind closed doors.

——As long as you don't see being defeated with your own eyes, there are plenty of excuses for subsequent explanations.

Chapter 116: Inaba Tsukiye with silver hair and red eyes

The Isshin Dojo, which has maintained a centuries-old tradition in Kyoto, became quiet again because of Lin Qingluo's challenge, with only a few people left among the originally swarming crowd.

Jiang Muyuanji, a teacher who rarely appeared in public, was invited to be a witness. He was obviously an old man in his 80s or [-]s, but he sat there with his posture as straight as a sharp sword.

Shinya Hatoyama, who was beaten by Lin Qingluo with all his bones broken, had been taken away by an ambulance not long ago. Hayama Hayato said he wanted to confirm his condition and left with the car.

At this point, there were only six people left in the huge gym. Emu Yuanji, who was ready, stood in the field, holding a sword that he often used in his hand.

Lin Qingluo didn't bully anyone. He randomly picked an ordinary weapon in the dojo, and finally looked at Jiang Mu Yuanji with some seriousness in his eyes.

——The Wuji Sword Technique he has acquired is a completely mysterious and mysterious ability. Lin Qingluo is trying to master it in actual combat and adapt to this extraordinary sword technique.

"..."

Yukinoshita Yukino sat on the edge of the dojo, showing an indifferent attitude, and Sakurajima Mai sat next to her with an inexplicable smile on her face.

"Yukoshita-san, you came very early today. You haven't had lunch yet."

"Ate."

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't say that coming here was Hayama Hayato's request. She didn't bother to dwell on these topics, and there was no emotion on her face.

"Sakurajima-senpai, are you really not worried about your boyfriend doing this kind of thing?"

"If I could, I certainly wouldn't want him to do it, but right now...he has a reason why he has to do it."

Mai Sakurajima accompanied Lin Qingluo all the way and swept through famous gyms in Kyoto five times in a row, which made Lin Qingluo famous in the kendo world. This unavoidable presence is undoubtedly Lin Qingluo’s most important thing at the moment. needs.

——Of course Mai Sakurajima was also worried. It could even be said that she was very scared. Several times when she woke up from nightmares at night, she couldn't help but hug Lin Qingluo next to her, constantly confirming his existence.

All cause and effect stem from her mistakes. At this point, everything is irreversible...

The process of winning and losing the real sword is very simple, because it is a life-and-death fight in itself. Eki Motoki put on a stable mid-stage posture, and it seemed that he wanted to defend instead of attack.

Lin Qingluo was okay with this. He held the long knife with both hands for the first time and took the initiative to attack, and then - the momentum was like a violent wave!

In Lin Qingluo's understanding, the first level of sword intent in Wuji Kendo: it is the ultimate speed, the belief that martial arts in the world are the only ones that are fast and unbreakable, and it is also an offensive like sudden rain and thunder.

At that moment, Lin Qingluo's figure seemed to become blurred. With the simplest sword movement, coupled with the speed beyond the reach of ordinary people, he turned into a sword light falling all over the sky.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Jiang Mu Yuanji maintained a defensive posture. At this time, his mind went blank. Only the strong desire to survive kept him from putting down his sword.

Because Lin Qingluo's speed was so fast, every sword he struck formed a perfect arc. His body and pace were extremely coordinated, and it looked like his body was falling downwards.

However, the repulsive force after each sword confrontation caused Lin Qingluo's body to fall back again, maintaining his standing posture at the limit, and speeding up to swing the next sword.

It was obviously a real sword battle, but there was no killing intent in Lin Qingluo's sword. The opponent in his eyes was not Jiang Mu Yuanji, but the sword in his hand.

——If Lin Qingluo wanted to kill Jiang Mu Yuanji, he would have died as early as the first sword strike, but Lin Qingluo's goal was always to kill him with his sword, so the continuous sounds and sword lights kept coming back.

Ding~~~!

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the long sword in Lin Qingluo's hand broke with a crisp sound because it could not withstand his slashing, and Lin Qingluo's offensive stalled.

However, Jiangmu Yuanji, who had been under attack, did not fight back, because he looked like he was fished out of the water, his clothes were completely soaked, and his hands were trembling.

——The gap between the two people cannot be described as inferior in swordsmanship. Lin Qingluo's crushing physical strength made this competition impossible from the beginning.

"How is it? How do you feel~"

Lin Qingluo shook the broken knife in his hand and stretched out comfortably. The warm-up exercise was almost done.

"I don't mind continuing to fight you with my broken knife, what do you think?"

"No, please change your weapon."

Jiang Mu Yuanji took a deep breath, and the expression on his face quickly calmed down. He initially thought about how to defeat Lin Qingluo, but now he only thinks about tempering himself.

To be honest, he had never seen Lin Qingluo's swordsmanship so naturally and swiftly in his life. He seemed to be leaning on the wind, and every cut he made was just right, and his art was amazing.

But this can also be seen as a tutorial. Although Jiang Mu Yuanji's hands were shaking in pain, he had a feeling that as long as he persisted under Lin Qingluo's attack, his swordsmanship would soon be able to improve!

"Mr. Lin, your swordsmanship is far inferior to mine, but... please give me some advice."

"Then you have to hold the sword tightly~"

Lin Qingluo was not polite and directly picked up the sword enshrined in the dojo. His fingertips scratched the blade, and blood beads flowed from the scratched skin, and then Lin Qingluo smeared it on the sword.

"With a sword, if you want to hurt others, you should hurt yourself first; if you want to kill someone, kill yourself first. After that, the sword will never go anywhere and the people's hearts will never retreat."

"..."

Jiang Mu Yuanji felt as if he had become an apprentice again. He looked at Lin Qingluo walking slowly. The young man's not tall figure put great pressure on him.

Because at this moment, Lin Qingluo's state of mind was as calm as a still lake.

In Lin Qingluo's perception, the second level of sword intention in Wuji Kendo is the absolute calmness of body and mind. It is the ability to observe everything that penetrates the enemy, and it is also the ability to perfectly control one's own body.

Precision, elegance, swiftness - Lin Qingluo said nothing more to Jiang Mu Yuanji, because the sword in his hand had already said everything.

Compared with the initial speed, Lin Qingluo's sword swing speed slowed down slightly at this time, but the impact point of each sword he struck was the midpoint of the long sword in Jiang Mu Yuanji's hand!

Lin Qingluo, who controlled himself, controlled his enemies in the rhythm he created. Every movement of Jiang Mu Yuanji's sword was locked by Lin Qingluo. If he did not swing the sword according to the predetermined trajectory, then he would turn around. He was dead in an instant.

What’s even more terrifying is that every flaw Jiang Mu Yuanji makes will be caught by Lin Qingluo. Even a mistake in breathing almost makes him beheaded with a knife!

Ding--!

Finally, at a certain point in time, the long sword in Jiang Mu Yuanji's hand was cut off with a knife, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"I lost."

Jiang Mu Yuanji did not humiliate himself. He put the dagger on the ground, knelt down directly in front of Lin Qingluo, and bowed his head.

"Mr. Lin, your swordsmanship is far beyond what I have ever seen in my life. I am not as good as you."

"The knife I just broke was also broken. You can change it to another knife and continue to compete with me."

Lin Qingluo was quite satisfied. Through the competitions in recent days, he had gradually mastered the use of Wuji Kendo. At least he would not get back pain after a few cuts.

"No need, I...have been defeated."

Jiang Mu Yuanji bowed his head again and acknowledged the final result of this competition.On the other side, Jiang Mu Yuanji's master also announced the results. The old man was not too excited and started to carry out the agreement with a calm face.

——The sword that holds the temple belongs to Lin Qingluo, and the plaque of the sick man of the island country will be hung in the dojo for three months.

"I'm going to challenge you!"

Inaba and Guang, who had watched the whole scene, suddenly rushed over and acted as if they wanted to fight Lin Qingluo to the death.

The young man's impulsiveness made Inaba and Hikaru not think about the consequences at all. He just wanted to use his proud sword to regain the glory of the dojo.

"Sorry, I choose to refuse~"

Lin Qingluo sheathed the sword in the dojo, and his face turned into a wicked smile. He just raised his hand and pressed Inaba and Hikari's foreheads, and the young man staggered back several steps.

"The person you want to chase should be that Suzakuin Ryuudou, not me~"

"you--!"

Inaba and Guang were irritated by Lin Qingluo's words and immediately pulled out the real sword he had prepared. However, before he could provoke Lin Qingluo by overestimating his capabilities, the door of the dojo was suddenly pushed open.

She was a petite girl who was only 1.3 meters tall. Her snow-white silver hair was tied into twin ponytails, which almost hung down to her ankles, giving her a doll-like delicacy.

The girl wore a crimson-white miko uniform with a unique open-sleeve design on the shoulders, revealing the girl's crystal-clear shoulders.

Such a petite girl, but hanging on her waist is a long knife that is not much shorter than her. The contrast is extremely impactful.

"Waguang, you disappoint me so much."

"sister……"

When Inaba and Hikaru saw the girl entering the room, the expressions on their faces became complicated. On the one hand, he wanted to maintain his stubbornness and toughness, but on the other hand, he could not refute his sister's words.

"He died without a plan and for no reason. I don't remember the Inaba family's education being such a failure."

While speaking, the girl did not open her eyes from beginning to end, but as a blind person, she had no inconvenience in walking and walked into the venue like a normal person.

Lin Qingluo looked at the petite girl like a doll, blinked his eyes in surprise, and tried to say a name.

"Inaba Tsukiyo?"

"It's down."

The silver-haired girl with her eyes closed bowed slightly towards Lin Qingluo, and her long twin ponytails almost immediately fell to the floor.

"The pills show themselves and flow, so I don't want to spread them all, because of the moonlight night."

"Wuji swordsmanship, Lin Qingluo."

Lin Qingluo also stopped being casual at this time. He didn't know if Inaba Yueye had taken that step, but regardless of whether she had or not, when it came to swordsmanship, this petite girl who was less than 1.4 meters tall was considered a leader of the contemporary era.

"I apologize to you for your brother's recklessness."

"No, he just can't stand his cowardice."

"maybe……"

Inaba's cute eyebrows moved when she heard Lin Qingluo's words on the night of the moon, but she did not continue the topic.

"Then, Mr. Lin Qingluo, please allow me to challenge you on behalf of my brother."

"Hmm...what are you betting on?"