"Come again!" Minghai Longma suddenly roared excitedly, repeating it, as if cheering himself up.

"Just now, it was just the most basic sword drawing technique." Kashihara said lightly, then he clasped the wooden knife tightly, raised it with the word "one", and put both hands in front of his shoulders:

"here we go."

As Kashihara finished speaking, Ryuma Naruto suddenly became nervous, from the initial attacker to the defender, with only one attack and one defense inter-adjustment, and he clasped the wooden knife nervously.

‘The segment I’ve never seen before…’

From the moment on, the riot around him became silent. With just a few nervous swallows, it can be seen that the environment is extremely solemn. No one dared to speak freely like in front of the formation. Even the coach and the minister looked serious.

The "Yizi" wooden knife held it with both hands and stabbed with a sharp and decisive aura. The speed was almost unresponsive, comparable to the ordinary sword drawing technique just now.

If it is a battlefield, once this sword skill is used, either you die or I live.

However, Minghai Dragon Horse was finally evaluated as a person with swordsmanship. Adjusting his mentality is like facing the defense of a great enemy. Even though Kashihara was as fast as the wind, he suddenly swung out the wooden knife and captured it keenly. The two wooden knifes suddenly made a crisp sound in the air, only a few centimeters away from Minghai Dragon Horse's neck.

It is dangerous and dangerous to stop it.

Under the armor, Minghai Longma couldn't help but smile, blocking it...

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Kashihara smiled slightly, his left and right hands swapped, and his right palm pushed forward. The wooden knife seemed to have grown several centimeters out of thin air, breaking through the stalemate and ruthlessly stabbed in the throat of Minghai Dragon Horse.

Even though this move was only half as powerful as the first time, it still made Minghai Dragon Horse stagger back as if it was struck by lightning, holding the wooden knife in disbelief and stabbing it on the ground to kneel down.

"You have died for the second time." Kashihara spoke lightly and took the knife back. The officials were surprised. They never expected that the kendo could be so agile, which was completely different from those rigid and fixed routines in the past.

"Impossible, impossible..."

"This is impossible!" Minghai Ryuma roared angrily, unable to accept the fact of the crushing defeat.

When Yuanchen and others rushed to the Kendo Ministry, they happened to see this scene.

Through the crowd, Kashiwahara and a tall man wearing armor held a knife. The tall man roared angrily, rushed over, and waved the wooden knife with a decisive aura.

Kashihara was not sad or happy, bent down slightly, holding it in the hilt of the knife in his back hand.

Swish!

In the eyes of the officials, a sword drawing technique was reappeared without any suspense. The gap between the two sides was like a cloud of mud. Even if this move was used hundreds or thousands of times, Minghai could not avoid it.

The wooden knife, which had an arc in the air, slashed sharply on the armor worn by Minghai Longma. The force of the sword drawing technique was much stronger than that of the slash out of thin air. The Minghai Longma groaned, and the wooden knife trembled, but no matter what, he had no strength to cut it down. With unwillingness, he was knocked away and fell to the ground with a bang, covering his abdomen in pain. The wooden knife also let go and rolled aside with his power, and was unable to fight again.

The quiet Kendo Ministry had only awesome sounds from those onlookers, and no one cheered for this gorgeous battle, and the officials were already stunned.

The Naruhiro Ryuma, who ranks among the top in the Kendo Department, had no power to fight back and was defeated by this seemingly exaggerated young man's sword.

"Katanahara!" Organ Natsuori shouted lightly and hurried in.

The students on the committee were dumbfounded. What happened just now... It was not that Kashihara and Ryuma Naruto started to fight, but everyone was worried that Kashihara, who was relatively thin, was beaten by the tall and tall Minghai. As a result, this attitude... it was because of Ryuma Naruto.

Speaking of which, when did Kashihara's swordsmanship be so exaggerated and sharp? So powerful! - The people on the committee thought to themselves.

When Saki Asakura saw Kashihara's graceful sword, a hint of brightness flashed through his beautiful eyes. He was surprised that Kashihara Kiyoshi actually turned out to be... But when he thought that Kashihara liked the organ, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What happened? You guys..." Even though the organ, Natsuori, was still reluctant to speak.

"I'll persuade Senior Minghai, but he insisted on fighting with me. I've tried to stop him many times, but Senior Minghai insisted on..." Kiyoshi Kashiba looked helpless and looked helpless and forced to fight. This distorted black and white statement made Morita angry and shouted angrily:

"It's clear you first..."

However, the deterrent effect triggered by Kashiwahara's emotionless gaze made Morita startled, his words suddenly stopped, his lips squirmed unconsciously, and he could not say anything else.

Morita's eyes drooped slightly, avoiding that gaze. His burly big man was actually frightened by the look of his juniors. However, even if he avoided it, his indifferent and ruthless gaze was still deeply imprinted in his heart. He only felt that this was a pair of eyes that only experienced bloody storms, and he could not raise the idea of ​​resisting together.

Kashihara smiled, shouted Morita, throwing the wooden knife and scabbard to him.

Minister Morita kept silent. Those officials only understood the vague story and could not explain it clearly. However, Ryuma, Naruto, got up from the ground in a mess, and took off his armor with difficulty, revealing a face soaked in sweat, with red and bloodstained from his eyes.

Everyone's eyes gradually shifted from Kashihara Kiyoshi to Minghai Ryuma.

Minghai Longma had a masculine face full of shame. He understood that he was beaten to pieces by a junior in public in the proud kendo realm.

He knew what this guy Kashihara was waiting for, and the bet he had fulfilled - no, it seems that he was making a big fuss now.

It would be too embarrassing to let Kashihara take the initiative to name the name. Naruto Ryuma is not a person who cannot afford to lose. He smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, coughed several times, and made the swollen and painful throat feel a little more comfortable. Without saying a word, he came to the front of the Organ Natsui with red eyes.

Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to kneel down and apologize with his legs, a shocked sound rang beside him.

"Hey, no, I really want you all to cheat?"

Kashihara laughed so much that she looked at the surprised audience and shook her head to explain:

"This is just a cultural festival performance prepared by Senior Naruhi and I. It reenacts the scene of Miyamoto Musashi VS Kojiro Sasaki. Speaking of Senior Naruhi, your acting skills are so good. You really have yours. Look, your staff have been tricked into it. At that time, I will definitely get a lot of applause in the cultural festival performance. We blamed us for not notifying in advance and treating this place as a rehearsal."

The huge Kendo Department was silent for a moment, staring at her big eyes, and a funny expression appeared on the faces of the onlookers.

“Eh?!!”

"Played??"

"No, my god, I took it seriously!"

"What...it turns out to be fake for a long time..."

There was a lot of surprise and sighing around, what, it was like a tense look like we were about to fight to death, we were all nervous, but suddenly we suddenly told us that it was fake? It was so wasteful of feelings.

No wonder this big man's exaggerated defeat was all acting.

"You said yes, Senior Naruto." Kiyoshi Kashihara asked with a calm smile on his face.
Chapter completed!