The day of the kendo challenge finally came. Early in the morning, Li Mo packed up and prepared to set off for a new gymnasium in Yandu City that had just opened last year.
"Sirui, you and Yingying, your parents, please don't go there. I feel a little stressed when you are watching. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Qin Sirui nodded silently and straightened his collar.
Li Mo walked out of the bedroom. In the hall, Li Zhongsheng and his wife, Yanagawa Qing and his wife, Qin Jiaye and his wife, and his master Song Shizhi were all there. Near the door, Fu Liang was holding a Miao knife. He only had one arm slightly injured. Chen Xiaoyan was standing next to him.
They just looked at Li Mo quietly, no one spoke.
"Dad, make some food at home and wait for me to come back to eat together."
Li Zhongsheng nodded.
Li Mo gave them a reassuring look, looked at Fu Liang and Chen Xiaoyan and said, "Let's go."
There is already a sea of people outside the Yandu Stadium. They are all here to support Li Mo. A large number of police forces have been deployed outside to maintain public order. Li Mo's car entered the basement directly from another entrance, and then entered the main venue of the competition.
Hundreds of people were already sitting in the auditorium around the main venue. People from the Island Kendo Federation had arrived earlier. They had changed their clothes and were making final preparations. On the other side are representatives of domestic traditional swordsmanship practitioners, more than ten people selected by the official from the applicants. Surrounding the competition stage are live broadcast teams from various countries, and there are several high-definition cameras in the sky to capture the smallest movements.
Those who entered the infield to watch the challenge competition were all representatives from various countries, including those invited by the island countries and those from China. Outside the stadium, there are several large screens that will broadcast it simultaneously. Those who come from all directions to support Li Mo will watch the live broadcast in the square outside.
Li Mo's appearance immediately became the focus of the audience, especially the people from the island country's Kendo Alliance. They all wanted to see what the three-headed and six-armed figure in Chinese legends looked like, and he was actually deified. But even that kind of person failed completely in the past few days. He fainted from anger during the negotiation and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
He is very young, about thirty years old, and he walks with great momentum, but he has more of a scholarly temperament. Li Mo walked to the representative of traditional Chinese swordsmanship and bowed to everyone.
Those people returned the favor one after another.
"Mr. Li, we already know your plan. Although we practice traditional swordsmanship and are not very practical in combat, as long as you say a word, we will never back down."
"Yes, we will never back down in the face of national justice. Personal honor and disgrace are no longer important."
"Thank you for your help."
Li Mo cupped his fists and bowed again. Among the crowd, he also saw Fu Youren. He was standing behind the crowd holding a Miao knife and staring at him with bright eyes. Li Mo practices the Fu Jia Miao swordsmanship, and today he goes on to challenge the six major schools of kendo in the island country. In fact, it is the Fu Jia Miao swordsmanship that is challenging him. It's impossible for him not to come. If necessary, he will be the first to rush forward.
However, he didn't publicize Li Mo's practice of Fu Jia Miao swordsmanship everywhere, so he stood silently behind the crowd and watched and listened.
At this time, a man trotted over and said respectfully: "Professor Li, the lottery is about to begin, and everyone is waiting."
"What kind of lot will be drawn?" Li Mo said in surprise, "Is there any order of priority for them to die?"
"Well, this is not a competition of six groups in total. We must first determine the participants and the order, right?"
The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead. Professor Li was still so angry.
"What's the order for me to fight the six of them by myself?" Li Mo said lightly, "I don't need to draw lots. You can let them draw their own and see who can put their head under my blade first."
The staff member was a little dazed. He thought he had heard it wrong, but looking at Li Mo's serious face, it didn't look like he was joking. Wasn't he knocked unconscious a few days ago? He was also rushed to the hospital for rescue. Besides, it will be a real sword-fight later, and what you are holding is not plastic foam.
"Mr. Li, this is no joke."
"I'm not kidding, just reply like this."
After Li Mo finished speaking, he took the Miao knife from Fu Liang's hand. It was custom-made by him two years ago. There was no blood after the attack. Today, it depends on who comes to sacrifice the knife to him first.
The staff left in a hurry, and soon the Island Kendo Alliance began whispering to each other, looking over at him from time to time. The situation seemed a little wrong, a little unreasonable, a little confusing for them.
Because no matter from which aspect, Li Mo should not become so arrogant in front of the world's media, because today's sword competition is not only related to the fate of hundreds of thousands of antique collections, but more importantly, it is related to the fate of a nation. Heart issues.
Who wins depends on what the people want.
They understand this, and Chinese officials should understand it even more. Inferring this, Li Mo shouldn't have said it casually. Since it is serious talk, then there is a problem with everything that happened before. Everyone does not understand what the problem is, but at this moment they can only suppress the doubt in their hearts.
Being distracted during a battle is a big no-no.
There is no host, no referee.
Li Mo took off his down jacket and wore a black Tang suit embroidered with gold dragon patterns. He walked step by step into the challenge venue with his Miao Dao in hand. Under the lights, he immediately became the focus of all media cameras.
"Li Mo, the successor of Fu Jia Miao swordsmanship in Shengzhou, who dares to challenge?"
Li Mo's voice was loud and clear, and he didn't seem to be feeling the slightest bit unwell. The people sitting in the surrounding auditorium were stunned for a moment, especially the dozen or so selected successors of swordsmanship among the Chinese people. They almost simultaneously turned to look at Fu Youren, who had been silent.
Damn it, when did this old man get involved with Li Mo? Was he a fellow junior or his apprentice?
Fu Youren's expression remained calm and solemn, but his heart was aroused one after another. Li Mo was so awesome that he spoke out loud about his origin of swordsmanship in front of the whole world. If they win, their Fu Jia Miao swordsmanship will become famous and soar to the sky.
Forget it. . . Even if he loses, Miao Dao's swordsmanship that can be favored by the immortal eye Li Mo is not ordinary. Of course, the possibility of Li Mo losing today is extremely small, because everything he has done before can be called a miracle.
The island nation's kendo alliance looked at each other, and six people in their fifties and sixties came out of them. They were all wearing traditional island warrior costumes and wearing wooden clogs. They didn't know whether their feet were cold or not. One of them, a lean old man, held a knife in his left hand and two daggers at his waist. He bowed slightly to Li Mo and said, "Yidao style."
The man next to him bowed slightly: "Shinto style."
"Yinliu system."
"Two-day first-rate system."
"Miyata Divine Sword style."
The last man came out without saluting, but raised his head and looked at Li Mo proudly and said, "Tachi-ryu."
There was a look of astonishment on Li Mo's face. Do these six people speak Chinese so well? But then he figured out that the island country's swordsmanship was passed down to the Sui and Tang Dynasties. In order to understand the swordsmanship, they would naturally study Chinese culture and understand the true meaning of the swordsmanship.
Not to mention that Li Mo was a little shocked, all the Chinese people watching the battle also had funny looks on their faces. It was impossible to tell where they were from without looking at them.
"Mr. Li, the sword has no eyes, are you sure you want to put yourself in danger?"
The old man of Yidao style asked coldly.
"Whether it's me or someone else, it doesn't matter anymore. If I win, your 480,000 collections are mine. If I lose, you can take away all the collections in the Yandu Museum."
Li Mo glanced at them: "Our previous grievances will be settled today. You can fight with me one by one, or you can swarm up and join forces to deal with me. I will accept it."
Madness, not ordinary madness, simply naked contempt.
The six people looked at each other, and one of them said coldly: "Then let's see each other, let me, the descendant of the Miyata Divine Sword style, learn your clever tricks first."
After saying that, the six people retreated at the same time, and then a man in his thirties walked out from the Kendo Alliance. He was slender and had sharp eyes. He took off his clogs and walked to stand three meters away from Li Mo with a knife. .
"Miyata Divine Sword Style, Miyata Sanji."
"What does Mr. Miyata, who I'm negotiating with, have to do with you?" Li Mo asked calmly.
"In your Chinese terms, we all had the same ancestor five hundred years ago."
"That's good. If you are a family, I guess after today, you will be so angry that you will chop up Mr. Miyamoto with a knife."
"Mr. Li, what do you mean?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
As soon as Li Mo finished speaking, he suddenly felt like something was staring at his lower abdomen, and then he felt that his neck was also being locked. Damn it, the other party's eyes were aimed at his two vital parts, and he wanted to kill him directly.
Qiang——
Miyamoto Sanji pulled out the sword in his hand, which was somewhat similar to the Miao sword he had made. He held the handle of the sword with both hands and made an offensive posture.
But Li Mo was still standing there, as if he had no intention of attacking or defending.
Miyamoto Sanji no longer hesitated, he lunged forward and struck a blow to the head in the air with a fierce momentum. There were screams of surprise all around. One attacked unexpectedly, while the other was careless and completely unprepared. The winner seemed to be decided soon.
Seeing the blade approaching, Li Mo suddenly moved. He did not draw the sword, but blocked it directly with the scabbard. The sword and the scabbard collided together. Li Mo only sank the scabbard slightly, but Miyamoto Sanji's eyes suddenly changed. He was preparing to strike with force, but at this moment, a powerful repulsive force came, shaking his hands and wrists. He was numb, and he was so frightened that he quickly stopped his momentum, returned the knife and gathered strength, and focused his eyes on his throat and stabbed it straight out. It was extremely brutal, and it looked like a killing posture.
But when the blade approached his throat, it seemed as if it was piercing the steel plate. Li Mo's scabbard was just right in front of his throat, forcing him to move forward.
The two moves were done very quickly and in one go, and there were constant exclamations from all around.
But laymen see the excitement, and experts see the door. Just these two moves made everyone in the Island Kendo Alliance feel their hearts sink. Li Mo stood there, his feet motionless, as if he was rooted to the ground. Moreover, he could accurately judge Miyamoto Sanji's attack route and easily force him to return without success.
Miyamoto Sanji took four steps back this time, holding the knife and looking at Li Mo intently. His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became a little heavier. Only at this moment did he truly realize how terrifying the Chinese man in front of him was.
Before the knife was even unsheathed, he was already at a disadvantage. At this moment, his arms were a little numb and he couldn't attack immediately.
Li Momiao leaned her sword on the ground, looked at Miyamoto Sanji and said calmly: "You are too weak to make me use the sword."
Countless media were filming at the scene, and some were even live broadcasting. Li Mo's contempt for him made Miyamoto Sanji angry, and he yelled and slashed directly with a knife.
Li Mo snorted, his feet still not moving, and he suddenly swung the knife in his right hand, hitting the opponent's knife directly. The irresistible force shook the opponent's hands so hard that he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and the long knife flew away from his hand.
There was a fierce light in Miyamoto Sanji's eyes. He didn't care about the long knife that had escaped his hands. Instead, he reached for his waist. There was a short knife there, which he could use to fight Li Mo. That one was sometimes more dangerous.
But he had the right idea, but he underestimated Li Mo's unpredictable nature. Suddenly he felt an indescribable force hitting his right shoulder. He heard the sound of bones breaking. Then he lost consciousness in his hand and his whole body was flung away and fell to the ground. A sharp pain instantly It overwhelmed his consciousness, and he passed out as soon as his vision went dark.
Li Mo withdrew the Miao Dao calmly, looked at the unconscious Miyamoto Sanji, then looked at the somewhat absent-minded members of the Island Kendo Alliance not far away and said: "Too weak, vulnerable."
After a brief silence in the gymnasium, roars finally erupted from the Chinese spectator stand. Everyone raised their fists and shouted loudly: "Well done."
"Well played."
"Professor Li is invincible."
"It's so awesome, so powerful."
"This special code is for swordsmanship competitions, not bullshit sparring. That's a game played by gentlemen."
The staff at the scene from various countries were all familiar with China, so their emotions were affected when they saw this scene. The Chinese man who had been standing there was impeccably strong. From the beginning to the end, he never moved a step or drew his sword.
Miyamoto Sanji of the Miyamoto Excalibur series was as weak as a little sheep. He thought Li Mo was vulnerable, but in fact he was facing a fierce tiger in the forest.
Two people from the island country ran out and examined it carefully. The right shoulder was shattered. Even if the operation went smoothly, I might never be able to practice kendo again in this life. The medical staff who had been on standby carried him to the hospital on a stretcher for treatment. It was so wonderful just now that I couldn't bear to leave the scene.
The descendants of the Miyamoto Divine Sword lineage all had ugly faces, as if they were dead relatives, and they were all excited and staring at Li Mo angrily.
"I won the first battle."
Li Mo said calmly, as for those angry people, he didn't bother to take it to heart.
One of the six major kendo schools was defeated in just three moves. As a result, the opponent didn't even unsheath his sword. They began to feel chills in their hearts. Miyamoto Yamaji of the Miyamoto Divine Sword sect was the most powerful successor. Compared with the younger generation disciples of the other five major sects, their strength was on par.
In other words, if it is still one-on-one, they will not be able to escape the disastrous defeat of Miyamoto Sanji in the remaining five games. It is also destined that the island country will suffer a disastrous defeat, and it will be a complete crushing defeat.
Maybe joining forces will give them a chance to win, but even if they join forces, can they really make a comeback?
The gymnasium gradually became quiet, and the camera gave close-ups of many of them. Li Mo still had an unmoving expression and his eyes were deep. The island nation is stuck in a choice, wondering whether to save face or win.
(End of chapter)
