The sound of beating bamboo swords like a rainstorm echoed in the dojo.
Yamada Seinosuke and others were stunned to see the internal scene. They subconsciously put themselves into it, only feeling their scalp numb and trembling.
At the beginning, Sufeng and Uozhihualie's kendo exchanges were still within their acceptance range.
The extremely swift and violent slash was just a bit blurry.
But as time passed, the speed and strength of the two became more and more outrageous, and the intricate trajectories of the bamboo knives connected into lines one after another, outlining hazy light and shadow.
Even the "crack" sound of the bamboo knife was connected together, describing the sound wave impact visible to the naked eye, enveloped in the dojo.
As he moved around, the strong wind raged, destroying the wooden floor in the dojo.
In just a short moment, the aftermath of the bamboo sword's slash left the dojo in ruins, with ferocious knife marks scattered across the floor.
"Huh...this, isn't this a bit too exaggerated..."
"I know there is a big gap in strength between myself and the captain, but is such a gap too much?"
"Whether it's the captain or Captain Sufeng, their swordsmanship is undoubtedly at the top of the Soul Society."
Yamada Seinosuke felt that his eyes were a little swollen and painful. He stared at the figure in the dojo with all his attention, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the two people.
But the fierce momentum and the attacks that were too fast to catch made his eyes more and more overwhelmed.
Until it is bloodshot and dry.
He shook his head and stopped trying. The difference in strength was too big and forcing him to keep up would only harm himself.
Yamada Seinosuke still has this bit of self-awareness.
There was a scene of even competition in the field, with two blurry figures constantly crossing each other's directions. When the bamboo sword struck, the crisp sound reverberated like a symphony.
However, only Sufeng himself knew that he had been completely suppressed by Maozhihualie and had even fallen into the opponent's rhythm.
There is still a big gap between tenth and tenth dan.
Sufeng's tenth rank is because his level is just up to standard.
But Unohana Retsu's swordsmanship is tenth level because the highest standard of swordsmanship in Soul Society is only tenth level.
From Su Feng's point of view, claiming to have mastered all the schools in the world is really not an exaggeration.
Even slightly restrained.
When you reach the realm of Unohana Retsu, creating ten or hundreds of your own genres is as easy and smooth as drinking water.
From the beginning of the battle to the present, there is absolutely no repetition in the swordsmanship she has performed.
Moreover, each move is smooth, harmonious, and natural. It is as perfect as the sky, with not a single flaw to be found.
As the battle progressed, Su Feng's nerves became more and more tense. With full concentration, his eyes seemed to be filled with the breath of wind.
He tried to break Unohana Retsu's rhythm to control the direction of the battle.
But even if he used his own kendo school, the opponent remained unmoved and even responded with a variety of moves from different schools in an instant.
The angle and even the force of his slashing were simply unheard of.
If nothing else, it should be Unohana Retsu's own genre.
It's unclear whether it's what he thinks about in daily life or whether he creates his own moves in battle.
As time passed, Maozhihualie seemed to be aware of Sufeng's embarrassment, and deliberately slowed down the bamboo knife in his hand.
Su Feng felt the pressure relax, and the arm wielding the knife couldn't help but feel a little lighter.
The rhythm returned between the two of them again.
The bamboo knife is gentle, slow and urgent, painting a beautiful picture.
Sufeng was like a sponge, trying his best to absorb Uozhihualie's knowledge of swordsmanship, and then refined it into his own in battle.
Under the circumstances that Unohana Retsu deliberately did, his swordsmanship level continued to improve at a rapid rate.
Kendo is one of the four basic fighting techniques of Death.
Even a small improvement is enough to reflect one's own strength.
At this time when it was becoming increasingly difficult to improve one's strength, even a small change was enough to make Sufeng happy and surprised.
After realizing this, he looked at Unohana Retsu with a fiery look in his eyes.
There is no enthusiasm mixed with personal emotions, just absolute purity for the way of the sword.
The two looked at each other in mid-air, and there seemed to be a burning smell in the air.
Uzhihua Lie was pleasantly surprised to find that Captain Sufeng seemed to be constantly moving closer to him, and gradually became a character similar to his own.
Is it the sympathy between swordsmen?
Or is it the desire to fight and fight?
Or...
Unohana Retsu doesn't mind adding another strong person to the Soul Society.
on the contrary.
She desperately longs for the appearance of a strong person so that she can enjoy the fun of fighting.
no doubt.
The appearance of Sufeng filled the emptiness deep in Mao Zhihualie's heart.
She seemed to have seen a piece of fine jade that only needed a little carving to become a rare treasure.
The corners of his mouth were raised more and more, and the irrepressible joy was integrated into the slashing.
As the level of Sufeng Kendo improved, his moves incorporated his personal style, becoming as violent and violent as a storm.
In the dojo, it seemed as if a raging hurricane had set off, constantly destroying the overwhelmed floors and walls.
Maozhihualie was also immersed in it, his moves were high and fast, no less impressive, and at the same time he gradually began to suppress Sufeng, instinctively bringing him into his own fighting rhythm.
Click!
A dull explosion sounded in the dojo, as countless bamboo fibers exploded, and debris fell from the sky like rain, soaking into the dilapidated floor.
It seemed that the artistic exchange of swordsmanship was over.
The two bamboo knives exploded almost at the same time, scattering debris everywhere.
The difference is that the bamboo knife in Maozhihualie's hand is half longer, with a broom-like cross-section that falls on Sufeng's neck.
Unabashed murderous intent shrouded Sufeng, and a bone-eroding cold penetrated every pore, reaching deep into his organs.
Obviously.
In this hearty kendo fight, Unohana Retsu could no longer suppress his true nature.
After a brief silence, she put down the bamboo knife in her hand, and her gentle and approachable temperament returned to her body.
"It's a satisfying exchange of swordsmanship."
A familiar smile reappeared on Unohana Retsu's face. Paired with the pure white kendo uniform, people couldn't help but think of the pure white orchid.
"no doubt."
"Captain Sufeng's level of swordsmanship is already at the top of the Soul Society."
Having said this, she let out a long sigh and said slowly like a sage:
"However, there is still a long way to go before we can truly master the art of swordsmanship."
"If Captain Sufeng doesn't mind..."
Uozhihua Lie smiled gently: "Please come to the Fourth Division for communication!"
