It is never an exaggeration to say that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger in weapon fighting. Although many more accomplished swordsmen, including our Luoan girl, can use swords to deal with weapons with superior size such as spears, the main premise of this operation is Technically keep it rolling.
When both sides are technically equal, the side with longer weapons always has a greater advantage - and now is the best demonstration of this law:
The youngest and most energetic one in the group took small steps to close the distance, then thrust his hand towards Ronin's heart. His pace was the stomping step that Kazuto swordsmen love to use, and he always kept his left hand when attacking. The foot is in front without replacing it with the right foot. The advantage of this technique is that it can keep the center of gravity unchanged while moving forward, avoiding being caught in the instant attack of changing the center of gravity when stepping and changing feet and causing imbalance.
Playing steadily and steadily is a textbook move, but so is the opponent——
Tetsuda's Juju were too short, so Tongxin stretched out his entire right arm straight forward in order to hit his opponent, but Ronin just took a small step back to create a slight distance and avoided the attack. And he caught the moment when the opponent's hand was completely stretched out too far away from the core of the torso and lacked support, he raised the tachi and hit Juju with the side of the sword.
"Dang!" sparks flew out, and the sword held by both hands met the ten hands held in one hand and stretched far away from the body. Of course, the young Tongxin couldn't control the ten hands and almost flew out. The onlookers' colleagues They all said it was going to be bad, but Ronin, who had already seen blood, did not hesitate. He used the exact same stepping technique to approach, but then changed to a lunging step on his toes while slashing with his sword.
"Wha—!" "Dang Cang—!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Everything happened in just two seconds, and his companion's reaction was not unpleasant. When Ronin was about to use the second slash, he approached and made him retreat immediately to avoid being surrounded.
The eldest Tongxin hurriedly protected the injured young man and retreated to the back, while the two middle-aged Tongxin in front, one on the left and one on the right, approached with ten hands. No matter how strong they were in fighting the ronin, they could not only deal with one person at the same time with three heads and six arms. The idea pounced forward bravely. But Ronin turned around and ran to the clothing stall without hesitation, picked up a piece of silk and threw it to one of them, then raised his knife and stabbed the other Tongxin.
"Despicable!" Tongxin, whose face was covered by a satin mask, yelled and hurriedly tried to get away, while the other Tongxin hurriedly sat down on the ground and threw away his ten hands in order to avoid the direct thrust of the sword. But after all, there were still many of them, and two more people rushed over to support them, so the ronin was never able to kill anyone.
"You have actual combat experience." The Luoan girl sighed after watching this scene. If the initial method of holding the sword can still be practiced in the dojo, this ability to adapt to changes can only be obtained by experiencing actual combat.
"They are probably the nobles who fled somewhere in the north. They had battles with the feudal army before they were defeated." The red-haired swordsman responded.
Standing nearby and watching from the well, they seemed very cold-blooded, but the Kingdom of the Moon had its own laws, especially since this was still under the emperor's feet. No matter how outstanding a swordsman you are, if you draw your sword and hurt someone without the permission of your privileges, these comrades will not be grateful to you and will arrest you in prison.
The only ones who can draw their swords in Xinjing without asking about right and wrong are the fire pirates Gaifang who have been given the privilege. Others, even samurai, need to be questioned after drawing their swords. What's more, they are powerless strangers.
Kazuto samurai are extremely arrogant, and this arrogance makes them resist the assistance of others, especially the Rigar people who are regarded as barbarians by them. Scholars can be killed or humiliated, and sometimes they would rather be defeated than ask for help from others. Not to mention that the group was just shopping for the New Year, and no one carried any weapons. Despite their height and physique, the people around them only regarded them as tourists.
– But let’s get back to where we started.
After seeing the remaining five uninjured Tongxin approaching at once, the ronin turned around with bloodshot eyes and saw the shop owner who was still covering his front teeth and screaming, and he took a quick step He rushed forward and caught him, then put a knife across his neck.
"Despicable!" The act of taking hostages was once again despised by the comrades, but their loud curses about honor did not affect the Ronin who had nothing.
The two sides were in a stalemate again.
The family is gone, and the head of the family who should serve is gone. He goes to Xinjing in secret just to regain his dignity as a samurai.
But all he received was a cold look.
This is a very natural scene. After years of peace and the nobility's preference for keeping concubines, the young nobles' children were already overcrowded. All available positions were filled with more than 10 times the actual number of people required. As a result, the overstaffed Crescent Continent's bureaucracy environment also changed. Be extremely strict.
With no background, he lost his master and became a wanderer. Coupled with the war in the northern vassal territory, the northern ronin who appeared in Xinjing at this time was more or less regarded as a deserter and a defeated general.
"Surrender now, and maybe you can preserve your honor!" The leader of the group began to try to persuade with words, but failed at the beginning and now the situation is more rigid and how can it be changed.
"Honor, honor." The ronin sneered. Although he just repeated the word, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.
"If you throw away your honor, there will be no chance of improvement. If the world of samurai is not so black and white, how could it be so?" He fell into silence before he finished speaking. The shop owner winked desperately at his colleagues, but the ronin did not The words he finished speaking and his eyes were full of melancholy.
How much he has been through, colleagues can only guess.
To be fair, even after just fighting for a moment, you can see that this ronin is not weak.
In the eyes of fellow practitioners, he is even good enough to open a dojo to teach swordsmanship.
And even in the eyes of Rigar and his party, who had a broader perspective, this ronin was still outstanding.
The martial arts communication environment within the Crescent Continent's martial arts class is far more complete than that of Rigal, which allows many of them to lay a good foundation. However, the problem is that their stubbornness in accepting death leads to them often being "over-specialized in martial arts competitions." ". Competition drills in a peaceful environment always lay the foundation for actual combat. If you cannot correct your mentality and only pursue victory and vanity in the competition field, resulting in deformation of skills and excessive formality and ritualization, problems will arise.
But if you experience certain life-and-death moments, and undergo a transformation in your mentality under the test of real war and blades, then these ten or even decades of daily training can be quickly integrated into food for rapid growth.
After all, they are warriors born from abundant resources and thousands of years of cultural influence. Their starting point alone is much higher than most Rigar mercenaries without mentors or even Rigar knights with average mentors.
It’s just that your own technology and ideas often become shackles, and whether you can break the shackles becomes the key to whether you can go further.
A ronin is a person who has broken his own shackles. Once he enters a fighting state, he is completely confused and only focuses on victory and survival. But these concentrics obviously are not like that.
——But the status of the two is exactly the opposite.
In a society where status, background and background are more important than personal ability, he is the epitome of many people who focus on honing their skills but end up unknown.
The store owner, who was trembling all over and turning blue, didn't dare to show any anger. He raised his hands in a non-resistance gesture, but the ronin just grabbed him hard and held the sword horizontally.
The stalemate lasted for several minutes. The physical energy consumed in the previous fight gradually recovered, and the breathing of both parties became steady. Even the young Tongxin, whose wrist was cut off, was stabilized with the help of civilians on the opposite street and bandaged up. The eyes on his pale and sweat-soaked face looked at the scene that was still happening on the opposite side with a mixture of horror and happiness.
"Get out," Ronin snapped at the store owner, who was obviously trying to escape by taking hostages.
But during the New Year, vigilance was heightened everywhere. Although the previous encounters with Tongxin were short, the current confrontation together with them had already dragged on for more than ten minutes.
At this time, not everyone just watched quietly, and the civilians who fled at first did not communicate with each other. While someone reported the execution, others ran to another security agency that they felt was more powerful.
Then dense footsteps sounded from the other side, and the concentrators turned their heads and looked a little relaxed on their faces.
This subtle change in expression did not escape Ronin's attention. He stopped and even dragged the store owner a little further inside, intending to use the clothing store's stall as a cover.
"It's the Huo Pirates who changed their ways!" someone among the onlookers shouted loudly.
The clothes were similar to those of the colleagues at the prison, but they were wearing simple breastplates and carrying two knives. Security officers who specialized in dealing with vicious criminals came quickly in a group of more than a dozen people. Their support allowed the Tongxins to put aside the discord caused by the original conflict of duties. Especially the leading personnel seemed to know the Tongxins. After greeting them, they immediately asked their subordinates to draw their swords.
"Only by being captured without restraint can I guarantee you a dignified death!" The sight of a dozen shining long knives being drawn out is far more intimidating than the ten short, black, non-lethal weapons. The fire thief changed his tactics. The people shouted loudly, but when Ronin saw what had happened, he grabbed the store owner and retreated into the clothing store.
What happened next was not heard from the outside, including Henry and his party; the onlookers and conspirators could only hear it.
The store owner screamed, "No, no, sir!" followed by a scream that suddenly stopped, "What a despicable move!" a fire thief reformer shouted loudly, and then something heavy hit him. The sound of pouring. The fire pirates who poured in from both sides of the stall let out various war cries, and the sounds of gold and iron were heard one after another along with the sounds of shattering porcelain and wood. Immediately afterwards, a fire thief who was holding his shoulder wound staggered out in a different direction. After a while, the sound of the battle ended, and the rest of the people who became more embarrassed came out one after another. Only the leader had communicated with his colleagues. The man was noticeably neater - except for his knife, of course.
The sword with a white handle and a gilt tan was dripping with blood. He flicked it and took out his pocket towel to wipe it clean. He wiped the sheath with his backhand and put it back. His movements were smooth and flowing. It was obviously not the first time he killed someone.
"The bandits have been defeated!" The people who changed the direction of the fire bandits shouted loudly, and the people hiding in the dark finally jumped out and cheered.
The comrades of the monastery who first appeared and some were injured quietly hid in the corner and faded away sadly. But suddenly someone among the cheering people noticed something, turned their heads and shouted: "It's on fire! It's on fire!"
During the fight just now, one of them knocked over the source of the fire. The interior of the clothing store was already filled with flammable clothing fabrics, and most of Kazuto's buildings were made of paper and wood. In an instant, the fire spread to the point where it could not be easily extinguished. Degree.
"Where's the water source! Is there a water source nearby!"
"Bucket, who has a bucket?" "Oh, it's going to spread to the roof of my house!" "My store, my store, save my store!"
The blazing flames swallowed up the bodies of the ronin and the store owner who fell on the ground, and also woke up the store clerk who had been clutching his chest and passed out due to pain. With a pale face, he screamed like a slaughtering pig again and rushed out of the blazing clothing store with his body on fire. Unable to find water anywhere, he rushed into other shops across the street in desperation, causing another incident. A round of screaming and cursing.
Everything took less than half an hour from start to finish, and the damage caused by Ronin in the end was far less than the unintentional act of killing him. Henry and his party looked at all this with some helplessness, and finally decided to go and help put out the fire.
