"Junior came on time. This is a good habit."
A young man in black kendo samurai uniform walked out of the gloom at the bottom of Tokyo Tower at some point. He stood behind the handsome boy wearing sunglasses and greeted him in American English with a slight Chicago accent. He held a Japanese sword with a red sheath in his right hand. .
Chu Zihang turned around. He was sure that a minute ago, that place was empty.
"The 2007 exchange student of Kassel College, the ace commissioner of the Japanese branch executive bureau, Akechi Asuya. I heard that Chu Jun also uses a Japanese sword. I wonder if he has learned a few of the essence of our Japanese swordsmanship."
Seeing that Chu Zihang remained silent, the wild young man opposite continued to talk to him patiently.
He spoke in Chinese this time, but there was a touch of pride in his words.
"I have only practiced basic sword moves at the Musashi Kendo Training Center for a few years."
The cold boy spoke in a calm tone, showing neither sarcasm nor timidity.
He was stating the facts, nothing more.
"If you have the chance, you must visit the famous masters there."
The wild young man nodded seriously with interest. If Li Longyuan saw this scene, he might not be able to help but clap his hands and laugh wildly.
The "Musashi" training center is just a place where a group of kendo amateurs teach children how to use bamboo swords. If you are lucky, you can see young children learning taekwondo humming and practicing kicks, because the middle-aged coach who urgently needs to make money to support his family also teaches Two classes.
In the eyes of parents, Taekwondo, which can strengthen the body, is obviously more popular than Kendo, which can kill and kill.
It's a pity that Chu Zihang is not good at showing emotions, and his expressionless silence seems to be acknowledging what he just said.
"We have rented Tokyo Tower and completed the clearance. We announced that a large foreign crew came to film the show and closed it to tourists for half a day."
Akechi Asuya noticed Chu Zihang's behavior of looking around before and explained thoughtfully.
"Just because of me?"
asked the ice-faced boy.
"Yes, this is the solemnity that our family owes to members of the academy's visiting delegation." Akechi Asuya replied.
He didn't even use empty words like this branch to cover it up, vaguely indicating that the eight Sheqi families were about to become their own faction.
From then on, everyone who came to Kassel College was just a guest, not the master.
"But the half-day rental of Tokyo Tower is very expensive. I hope Mr. Chu can stop and watch it for a while."
The young man, who was as fierce as a wild wolf, slowly pulled out the ancient alchemy sword in his hand. With a clear clang, the long and narrow blade was exposed in the sunlight, as clear as a pool of water.
The name of the sword is Izumi Mori Kensada. It is the oldest sword made in the last century. The blade is 70.6cm long. The date of February of the third year of the Kei Festival is inscribed on it.
Legend has it that it is one of the two famous swords owned by Miyamoto Musashi, the famous swordsman who created Niten's first-class swordsmanship during the Edo period in Japan.
Chu Zihang also reached out behind him, took the extended tennis bag on his back, grabbed the handle of the black sheath knife with one hand, and took out the slender Murasame.
Two Japanese samurai swords with similar shapes reflect dazzling light under the sunlight.
Akechi Asaya grinned with a wild smile.
The long knife suddenly turned sideways, and a dazzling light spot suddenly swept into Chu Zihang's eyes. The wild young man immediately took the knife and slashed it out, quickly turning the long and narrow blade into a blur of light and shadow.
Normally, swordsmen would be helpless in the face of such gesticulating sword attacks. Taking advantage of the glare of the sword to carry out a sneak attack was simply shameless and obscene.
Moreover, Akechi Asaya did it very skillfully, and it has become a habit developed subconsciously, which only shows that he is not as upright as he seems on the surface, and does not pedantically abide by the "honesty" and "propriety" in the spirit of Bushido.
It's a pity that Chu Zihang wears sunglasses, which is completely equivalent to a beautiful woman ogling a blind man.
Instantly, he drew the sword out of its sheath, and there seemed to be a thunderous sound in the sheath. The two cold long knives slashed together hard. Their eyes looked at each other deeply through the dark lenses, and the sharp blades crisscrossed from top to bottom. , constantly pulling out red sparks.
Bumping, sheathing the knife, bumping, and sheathing the knife again, this cycle repeats tirelessly, just like the sound of a blacksmith striking iron in a forging room, the sound of tinkling sounds echoing from this deserted narrow street, and the metal trembles continuously.
Extremely fast!
From the moment they unsheathed their swords, their bodies did not move. Their arms kept swinging to swing the long swords and slash. If they wanted to knock down their opponents, they had to swing faster and more powerfully than him.
Chu Zihang suddenly raised his leg, and after half a spin and accelerating, he kicked out from the side. He happened to kick Akechi Asaya's left chest in the gap between his sword swings, knocking him out.
The wild young man felt a tightness in his chest. He was in the mood to fight, but he didn't expect that Junior Chu would change his moves as soon as he said so.
This is like a scholar who has been studying hard for ten years in a cold window, ignoring worldly affairs, and immersed himself in the books of sages.
As a result, when I excitedly rushed to Beijing to take the exam, I found that times had changed, the Qing Dynasty had fallen, and the imperial examination system had been abolished!
It’s so off the mark!
Then pull the progress bar directly to the climax.
Akechi Asaya stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his slightly white upper lip, revealing an exaggerated arc in his grin.
It's just like the signature smile of a perverted villain in Japanese comics.
However, the fact is that Akechi Asuya is indeed a pervert. His little hobby is to dissect real corpses in order to find the most vulnerable and difficult-to-defend parts of the human body and kill them with one knife.
Over the years, he has already mastered the exquisite knife skills of a chef and a cow in the process of exploring the human body in the operating room. Unfortunately, he can only show it on the fallen ghost, which is not enough.
His golden eyes lit up silently, and his figure in the black samurai uniform became blurry for an instant, and his movement was even awkwardly slow.
However, the reality is completely opposite to the picture seen.
Chu Zihang only had time to hold the scabbard across his chest before he was stepped on by a sharp foot on the narrow black scabbard. His body quickly slipped a few steps, leaving a faint trace of earthy yellow dust on the ground.
The same Yanling moment as Si Yao.
Akechi Asaya's body speed, enhanced by the word spirit, seemed to be several times faster than that of ordinary people. Without saying a word, he swung his sword again, and his samurai uniform completely turned into a black afterimage.
Setsuna's amplification time is very short, and his body can only withstand such a limited amount of pressure, so he must fight quickly.
Although it is not as good as the head of the Inuyama He family of the Sheqi Hachi family who can develop it to the ninth level, the power of this word spirit in his hands should not be underestimated.
After all, Inuyama Ga is already old, while Akechi Asaya is still young.
Chu Zihang first held the knife in both hands and held it upright in front of his chest, and then slashed down with his instinct for danger.
His move was so fast that even Akechi Asuya's nervous reaction speed after the word spirit enhancement could not detect the danger. The silver blade as thin as a cicada almost brushed the tip of his nose. As long as he If he hadn't stopped in time just now, he would have been cut open instantly by this fierce and sharp knife.
A drop of bright red blood emerged from the tip of his tall nose and slowly slid down his skin.
The wild young man stretched out his sharp and long scarlet tongue and licked up the drop of blood, his eyes narrowed with an increasingly dangerous arc.
The long knife split the air, cutting across it at extremely fast speeds. It reached another point in the air from one point in an instant. The knife arc spread out in a semicircle, and the scream of splitting the air hurt the eardrums.
"It actually blocked it?"
Akechi Asaya looked at the slender Murasame standing in front of him with shock on his face. He just relied on his prediction of the murderous intention and his monster reaction speed to receive his sixteen-fold sword draw.
He only had the power of this blow left.
The ice-faced boy moved forward with his sword, and the magnificent golden color flowed under the square sunglasses, like a burning golden flame.
"焅(ku)~"
Chu Zihang coldly spit out a dragon syllable that sounded similar to the pronunciation, and then the rhythm became faster and faster, and the continuous tone bytes began to converge into a spiritual edict. The sticky fire elements were slowly gathering, part of The authority of God appears.
The wild young man did not interrupt his chanting, but kept staring at the movements of the boy in front of him. His body was faintly trembling with excitement, and he could finally see the source of this power clearly.
The air was compressed, and then the scorching red flames suddenly spread out and rolled over.
"Yan Ling·Jun Yan!"
Akechi Asuya retreated in shock. This sudden burst of flames was as shocking as an incendiary bomb exploding in the air, but the temperature was higher and the scope was larger. Everything around him would be burned by this flame, leaving no trace of armor behind. .
The neon signs of the surrounding shops were melted through by the high-temperature flames, and the white walls made of reinforced concrete were burned as black as carbon by the fire.
The hem of Akechi Asua's black kendo samurai uniform was set on fire by the flames. With a flash of sword light, he quickly cut off the piece of burning cloth robe. Before the piece of robe could completely fall to the ground, it had already turned into ashes and scattered in the wind. Here, the last red spark disappeared.
The power of Junyan is evident.
The commissioner sent by the headquarters is indeed a freak. Aren't you afraid that this guy's bloodline will go crazy and get out of control? It's just a pity that it's not Yanling Indra.
The wild young man was shocked at first, and then slowly shook his head in disappointment.
Now let’s see what the results are of the other two routes.
Asuka Akechi thought, it was too much to bear when the increase in Setsuna Domain disappeared.
But Chu Zihang on the opposite side moved. He took off his sunglasses, revealing his majestic golden pupils, and his eyes showed the anger of a monarch.
He is not a passive person, and the sudden fight has already made him extremely unhappy, not to mention the slight arrogance revealed in the Japanese's plain words.
"The next time you attack, you will see blood."
Chu Zihang still restrained his increasingly violent blood, and his tone was cold but murderous. Those ever-burning golden eyes stared at Akechi Asaya, making this proud and savage young man dare not say a word "no".
Because Jun Yan will explode on his head in the next second.
He would not doubt the authenticity of this sentence. Every elite hybrid is extremely confident or arrogant. They always do what they say, even if they have to pay a high price for it.
"I feel sorry for my unprovoked provocation, Mr. Chu."
The man in black samurai uniform bowed, looking polite and sincerely apologizing in his heart.
This is the scary or weird thing about the Japanese branch commissioner. He respects the strong to the utmost and will treat him with the highest courtesy even when facing the enemy.
But if Chu Zihang couldn't suppress Akechi Asaya even if he released the word spirit, he would knock the cold boy to the ground fiercely, then step on his face and laugh and say: "I will teach you authentic Japanese Please memorize the sword technique with your heart."
The weak should be bullied, which is the principle they believe in. He is as arrogant and rude as a wild beast, but well hidden under the so-called morality.
This is also the reason why they respect Angers. A group of jackals respect the majestic lion king and dare not take food from him.
As for those members of the secret party who are good at intrigues but lack strength, it is best to keep their hands away from the Japanese branch, otherwise they will only end up being torn apart in a pack of jackals. Not even the Gattuso family dared to provoke these lunatics.
