The apprentices looked at each other, looking at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you.

"I'll do it!"

A young man of about 18 years old rushed to the dojo with a single stride, bent down to pick up the bamboo sword that Nakano Jiro had dropped on the ground, and moved to stand in front of Ayoto, assuming a fighting stance.

"I am Sei Gakukan's fourth seat! Hojo Kenjiro!"

Qingdeng nodded slightly and started to move in the middle.

"Please advise."

The two stood opposite each other in the center of the dojo, and under the instructions of Nakamura Ichiro, they saluted and started fighting.

This time, Qingdeng took the initiative.

The bamboo sword made a sharp sound as it struck the opponent's chest.

Upon seeing this, Kenjiro Hojo quickly raised his sword to defend himself.

He successfully blocked Qingdeng's attack - this was the imagination of most people watching the battle.

And what about the facts?

The fact is that Qingdeng's slash was just a feint.

Unable to see through Seito's intentions, Hojo Kenjiro was deceived and moved the bamboo sword away from the center line of his body without authorization, causing the door of his chest to open wide.

In the next moment, Aoto changed his moves at lightning speed and stabbed Kenjiro Hojo to the ground with an unpretentious "salted fish thrust".

[Ding! Copy to talent]

[Successfully copied talent: "Swordsmanship Sword Master"]

[Beep! "Sword Master" cannot be fused with "Sword Saint"]

[Talent fusion failed]

"Who else?"

"My dear, Miyazaki! I hope you will give me some advice!"

After saluting, Miyazaki ran up to him.

Qingdeng spread his legs leisurely and stood still with his sword in hand.

At the moment when both bodies and weapons became one, Miyazaki fell forward.

…

"I am Funatsu Seven-Five-Three! Please enlighten me!"

…

"Haaahhhhh!"

…

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

…

…

The apprentices of the Jingxue Hall enthusiastically joined the battle one after another.

There are those who want to bring glory to the sword hall.

There are also people who are forced by the atmosphere.

Among them are many high-spirited people who want to take advantage of this rare opportunity to compete with the famous Nioh.

However, no matter what kind of emotions and mentality they hold, the end they end up with is the same - being killed instantly by Qingdeng.

Their all-out efforts did not even force a drop of sweat from Qingdeng.

In the blink of an eye, the apprentices in the Jingxue Hall fell all over the ground.

They either fainted directly or groaned while covering the injured area.

"Who else?"

Qingden looked around and shouted this question countless times, echoing inside and outside the dojo.

Those who had not yet entered the battle looked at each other again.

This time, no one shouted a heroic "I'm here" again.

Seeing that no one stood up, Qingto turned his head and his eyes naturally turned to Nakamura Ichiro, who had been sitting on the main seat since just now.

Nakamura Ichiro's expression became much calmer than before.

"...Your Majesty Niou, you and I adopt ancient methods and decide the outcome with one move. What do you think?"

Qingden nodded.

"Can!"

"In this case, I will make a fool of myself!"

Ichiro Nakamura pulled off his haori, made a tiger leap forward, and jumped in front of Aoto.

Qingto raised his eyebrows - just by Nakamura Ichiro's jumping movements, it can be seen that his martial arts skills are extraordinary, and he is not at the same level as his disciples.

After the two people performed the squatting ceremony, they both jumped back, leaving a distance of 7 meters.

At this time, Nakamura Ichiro suddenly said loudly:

"Your Majesty Niou, although I am just an ordinary dojo master with no ambitions or ambitions, I am still a warrior no matter what, and I will do my best! I hope you will give me some advice!"

After issuing such a declaration, Nakamura Ichiro pursed his lips and showed a strong aura.

"bring it on!"

Qingdeng replied with a concise but sonorous reply.

Ichiro Nakamura adopts the Aoden pose, with the tip of the knife pointing diagonally at Aoto's eyes.

Qingdeng lowered his bamboo sword, and the tip of the sword sank sharply.

——Huh? What's going on?

Nakamura Ichiro blinked hard.

He strongly doubted whether he had seen it wrong.

I saw that Qingdeng's body was full of flaws.

Like a rotten tree riddled with holes, it will collapse with a random blow.

——Forget it! Since you can’t figure out the situation... let’s take a stab first!

Although Ichiro Nakamura is a swordsman of the Katori Shinto style, judging from his fighting style, he is actually a member of the Shinto style and the Shinto Muken style: he likes to attack and dislikes defense.

Just as he clenched the bamboo sword in his palm, moved forward, and prepared to attack...he suddenly froze.

——Huh? What's going on?

This was the second time that the thought "What's going on" came to Ichiro Nakamura's mind.

Qingdeng's figure is obviously still like a rotten tree, but after careful observation, the "rotten tree" gradually turns into a "mountain"!

Not only does it exude an indescribable sense of heaviness, but it also has no flaws.

Nakamura Ichiro's eyes were wide open, and he looked over Qingto's body, but he still couldn't find any "gaps" that could be exploited.

His intuition told him that if he stepped forward rashly, he would definitely receive a heavy "defensive counterattack"!

This superposition of "rotten tree" and "mountain"... was the first time he had seen it in his life!

"Ooooooh!"

Ichiro Nakamura stomped on the floor and launched a feint attack.

"..."

But Qingdeng remained unmoved.

At this time, Qingden, who had been standing still since just now, suddenly started to move.

He moved forward bit by bit with his feet sticking to the floor, pushing in the direction where Nakamura Ichiro was.

Nakamura Ichiro, who was completely helpless against Aoto's "mountain state", could only be squeezed and backed away little by little in the direction of the wall.

"Ooooooh!"

"Drink ah ah ah ah!"

"Yoooooooooooooooo!"

In the meantime, in order to save the situation, Nakamura Ichiro feinted several times.

However, Qingdeng remained unresponsive and kept moving forward slowly at the same speed.

There was a soft bang, and Ichiro Nakamura felt his back hit something hard.
To be continued...