After the salute, Ashnamo stood there and took out a Persian Omani scimitar from his back. The scabbard is inlaid with various cat's-eye gemstones and diamonds, and the surface of the scabbard is painted with exquisite floral and fish patterns.
He didn't care at all about the rules of fighting with bamboo swords in the kendo gym. For the competition, of course, he should choose the weapon he was most comfortable with and just have a real fight with a real sword.
"bass!"
The clang of the scimitar being unsheathed was heard, and the sharp silver body of the blade was plated with dark golden patterns, and the evil aura spread across the surface. Like a crescent moon hanging high in the sky for nine days, it is mysterious and cold.
Ashinamo covered the scimitar with his right hand, raised both hands together and then slashed it down quickly, just like the crescent moon falling from the sky. His sharp edge was about to cut through many obstacles and split open the slender and handsome young man in front of him. .
"clang!"
Li Longyuan stood on the spot, neither advancing nor retreating. He just held Tai'a with one hand, raised the scabbard, and blocked the falling scimitar. The seemingly invincible blade could only stagnate there. Make some progress.
The tough-faced Ashinamo raised his head in surprise, and saw a pair of clear but cold eyes staring at him.
The simple scabbard moved over the sharp blade, making a unique metallic vibrating sound. Like a clanging sound.
Immediately afterwards, Li Longyuan quickly moved his left hand, turned the scabbard across his chest, and hit Ashinamo's chest directly.
"snort."
The man groaned and stepped back.
But he had no intention of giving up. He was as resilient and strong as a hungry wolf on the grassland.
Ashinamo once again swung the scimitar from his waist. This time, the crescent moon scimitar spread rapidly across the cross-section at this height. The sharp blade tore through the air and even screamed faintly.
It was so powerful that it seemed as if it was about to cut the young man in front of him in half.
However, Li Longyuan just held the hilt of the Rumo sword again, and Tai'a, which was attached to the scabbard, fell vertically, blocking the looming arc of the sword. The scimitar that suddenly accelerated was eventually blocked from the sword.
This time, the students watching the battle clearly saw the red sparks that exploded on the black gilt scabbard, splashing and flying.
I also heard it clearly, it was like the clash of flints, and like the explosion of a meteorite falling to the ground.
Tai'a, Tai'a, at this moment, this sword is standing in front of the handsome young man, it is more like Mount Tai, one of the five famous mountains, falling, it is so heavy and unshakable.
Ashinamo's eyes clearly showed panic or panic. He had already used all his strength to pull out these two swords. The speed, power and force were as high as he could perform. .
But he was just blocked like this, just so easily restrained.
Ashinamo's eyes suddenly became firm again. He could lose, but he couldn't lose so easily.
So he held the beautifully crafted Persian scimitar with both hands, raised it and struck Li Longyuan's lower jaw. This time, it was like the moon in the sea rising back to the sky and waxing its first quarter.
The young man in green shirt smiled slightly and took a step back as he faced the blade.
At this step, the bright silver scimitar passed by the tip of his strong nose, and the sharp energy filled the air.
While retreating, Li Longyuan just tapped the hilt of Tai'a sword with his left hand, and the slender ancient sword flew out with the scabbard, like an arrow leaving the string.
The hilt of the sword touched Ashinamo's chest, and he staggered back a few steps again. He just slashed out the third sword, but he didn't use it again.
He knew that he had lost. If the ancient sword was unsheathed, he would turn into a corpse at this moment.
The appropriate and warm applause erased all the challenger's disappointment or embarrassment. Ashinamo walked back to the crowd in the student union and sat down silently without saying a word.
Although he only failed in three moves, he was still able to learn many practical things from this challenge.
Many times, the meaning of idols or role models is to point out a practical direction for these tourists who are stuck on the journey.
"Next."
The young man in an ancient green robe with wide sleeves and cloud patterns smiled and pressed his sword, shouting lazily and casually.
But anyone who looks at him like this will feel a tremble in their heart. This guy must be in a mood.
"Pfft..."
"boom!"
"Snapped……"
One after another, the challengers were defeated and collapsed on the wooden floor in embarrassment.
They were either slapped with scabbards, kicked with feet, or hit in the face with fists, whatever was most convenient for them.
More and more members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club are participating in this challenge with pain and joy.
They also discovered more and more the dark side of Li Longyuan.
Most of the students from Kassel College who used to have pretty features were now blushing and bruised, and some of their eye sockets were even blown black. Considering their physiques, they could only be regarded as minor injuries, but they could go out with these panda eyes. It's too embarrassing.
"Is there anyone else?"
Li Yongyuan was still holding Tai'a, and seemed to be squeezing his wrists a little weakly, showing a look of exhaustion.
But the lessons of blood and tears taught them that this guy was just pretending. As long as a challenger came on the stage, he would immediately become more energetic.
In the student union, Caesar's secretary was shrinking back in fear. She has not challenged on the court yet, and looking at the current situation, there is absolutely no need to compete.
"Don't cry, everyone. This little injury will disappear in a few days, but the experience learned can help you better save your lives in your future dragon-slaying career."
Li Longyuan said with some hatred, as if he suspected that they did not understand his good intentions.
"Then Mr. Li, what would you do if someone slapped you in the face?"
Someone dared to ask.
"I will cut off this guy's head, even if it's a dragon."
Li Longyuan looked at the man and responded with a sinister smile.
The entire kendo hall was immediately silent, even a whisper was not dared to be heard.
Master Hirata Tsuji stood aside, his legs trembling slightly under his loose kimono. This is no longer a young man with a gentle personality, but more like an out-and-out monarch.
Everything you do depends on your mood, even if you can't directly advise him.
Throughout the entire competition, there was no room for the master to comment. Even if you say "no", when those calm eyes look over, Hirataji will turn the thousands of words in his heart into one word "ok" and slowly spit it out.
Caesar stood up in time with Dictado in hand. He was still wearing the white formal suit, but it could not hide his pectoralis major muscles. His figure was not inferior to that of a bodybuilding champion, and he was full of strength.
All challengers who are willing to take part in the student union have come forward. Now it is his turn as the president to take action.
But Chu Zihang was still holding the dark and slender sword Murasame, and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.
But everyone who knows him well knows that whenever Chu Zihang is going to do his best, Chu Zihang will do this to focus his mind.
Li Longyuan smiled softly and raised his hand slightly. The Tai'a sword was half an inch out of its sheath, and the cold light shone brightly.
Caesar also pulled out the half-meter-long Dicodo, his eyes like a hunting lion. How did he lose in the beginning, and now he has to win back.
But the Executive Department Commissioners in long black trench coats swarmed in and put an end to the unfinished battle.
"Freshmen Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang, and sophomore Caesar Gattuso, you will be temporarily recruited by the Executive Department."
The members of the executive department wearing black sunglasses coolly opened the doors on both sides and said to the two people inside who were fighting with swords.
Li Longyuan raised his eyebrows and pushed Tai'a, who was half an inch out of the sheath, back into the sheath.
The cold young man who had closed his eyes to relax opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at these executive department specialists without saying a word.
"Please move to the subway station. There will be a flight departing from Chicago Airport to London in one hour."
The executive department commissioner informed again and led the team away.
"I haven't said yet whether I am willing or not."
Caesar shrugged jokingly, even if it was a temporary call, he might refuse.
But he wouldn't say no, no matter what.
Caesar was just dissatisfied with this man's attitude.
"London? It's a nice place."
Li Longyuan rubbed the hilt of the sword slightly, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.
"Today's competition ends here, everyone goes back first."
Chu Zihang, who was always steady in his work, turned around and spoke to the students around him. They all nodded in agreement, and then like thieves, they hid their faces and ran out along the path of the kendo hall.
"Perhaps your reputation in Cassel College will be even better in the future."
The ice-faced young man sighed helplessly at this moment, and he could not understand the change in Li Longyuan's temperament.
"hey-hey."
The young man in green robe smiled softly.
He was not originally an upright and fearless hero, nor did he want to be a rigid and serious guy who protected the so-called justice.
As for whether someone would use this incident to attack him in the future, Li Longyuan didn't care. After all, morality is used to restrain oneself, but not to teach others.
The three of them were the last to walk out of the kendo hall. They gave Hirata Tsuji the final signal, and the old master closed the wooden sliding door happily, and the kendo hall returned to its usual tranquility.
"I seem to see the rise of a generation of sword masters."
Hirataji, who looked weak and old, was pressing his palm on the wooden sliding door at the moment, muttering in his mouth, half closing his eyes, and seemed to see a figure waving a sword rapidly.
No one knows that this old guy from Kassel Academy named Tsuji Hirata was also the guy who stirred up troubles in Japanese Kendo back then.
How could a guy who could be recognized by Angers and invited to spend his old age in the United States be an ordinary character?
Li Longyuan's moves and body skills seemed to be replayed in the eyes of the old master, all of them were top-notch. Facing the attacks of those challengers, he also adopted the most effective means, without any jerkiness, and basically all of them were within three moves. Solve the battle.
He hadn't seen such an outstanding young man for a long time. Perhaps, he had never seen such a young man before.
The old man turned around, his thin and hunched body looked thin and lonely in the empty kendo hall, and the sound of the wooden clogs on the solid wood floor was even more monotonous and hollow.
He walked step by step to the main seat in the museum, walked up to the calligraphy and painting by famous masters, and painted an ancient painting of flowers and birds with vigorous and powerful splashes of ink. With just a few strokes, the artistic conception was immediately apparent.
The three characters "Jing, Wu, Shen" written on the bottom are also more elegant.
But his mind was not on the calligraphy and painting. The old man carefully rolled up the scroll with his hands, exposing the white painted wall underneath and a dark square hole in the center.
A beautiful box made of agarwood is hidden underneath.
Hirataji carefully pulled up the square box with his hands, and then slowly opened it.
This is a long sword with a unique shape. The sword body is slender and gorgeous, with ripples of light, as clear as running water. There are many crescent-shaped blade patterns on the blade, and the blade is two feet, six inches and a quarter long.
It is still a famous sword in Japan.
It is Mikazuki Munechika, known as one of Japan's five swordsmen in the world. The shape is considered to be the most beautiful among the five swords in the world, and it has the reputation of "the most famous thing among famous things". The name of the sword also comes from the pattern on the blade.
No one thought that Hirataji would bring such a national treasure across the ocean and bring it here.
"I don't know when I will be able to find another master for you."
The old man looked at this gorgeous sword and smiled kindly, and carefully wiped the shiny silver blade with Bai Juan.
This sword accompanied him through a history of forty-three years, during which he saw countless killings. However, after Hirata washed his hands in the golden basin, this sword was kept by him.
Rather than letting unjust and unjust people get this knife and cause greater evil, it is better to keep it here.
But today, after seeing Li Yongyuan's performance, Hirata suddenly remembered the buried knife and recalled some past events. He suddenly felt that it was time to choose a new owner for this knife.
"Alizee?"
After a short while, Li Yongyuan and the others boarded the flight to London. In the airplane cabin, the young man who listened to the entire mission was a little surprised.
This girl seems to be in the same dormitory as Zhao Xi, Nono and Su Qian.
Mr. Li obviously still had some impression of the blonde girl with a bright smile, even though they had not exchanged a few words.
"When Lancelot came to see me before, he said that he was going to carry out a mission, and the work of the Lionheart Club needs to be handed over to Susie."
Chu Zihang lowered his head slightly, his hair hanging down covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly. All in all, he was not in a good mood, and his indifferent tone was a bit cold.
"There are mixed-race people pretending to be Jack the Ripper and committing crimes on the streets of London, and there are more than one of them."
Caesar looked at the information and summarized the general situation.
Depraved mixed-race crimes occur all over the world, and this is also the daily job of the Enforcement Department Commissioner.
They are often hybrids whose bloodline is weak enough to avoid being hunted by the Yanling and Bloodline Jieluo, but who awaken their dragon bloodline due to some stimulation.
They are unable to control the greedy dragon blood power in their bodies, and are trapped in this power, unable to extricate themselves. As a result, they inevitably turn to crime.
Just like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, how can you make the hungry wolf with green eyes let go of the docile and delicious sheep?
"Lancelot, is he awake?"
Li Longyuan raised his head and leaned on the back of the cabin chair, intending to learn more about the situation from his mouth. Now that things have happened, there is no need to rush. If they really wanted to take action against Alijie, she would have been exposed dead on the street by now.
And there are no reports now, which means that Alijie is still safer than ordinary French women.
"The commissioner just sent a message saying that he has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the general care ward. He should be fine."
Chu Zihang said from the side.
