and the horse here.
He looked at Toda-senpai flying up, and felt from the bottom of his heart that his automatic move system was too troublesome, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.
When Toda-senpai fell to the ground, he made an "ah" sound, and Kazuma turned his head and raised his hand to the referee: "My, I made a foul, sorry."
Then he saw that everyone was looking at this side with a mixed expression of shock and anger, and quickly explained: "I can see that Toda-senpai is strong, so he didn't hold back and went all out to stab it out. I didn't mean it. of."
"Do you mean you should keep your hand?" A senior was furious, "Isn't it too arrogant?"
Kazuma: "You misunderstood, really misunderstood. Just two weeks ago, I rode the face of their chief in front of the yakuza bosses all over Tokyo, and my arrogance exploded. The attitude of arrogance, after all, is not To save face, no matter what I do now, can I have more face than that time?"
Immediately, a senior said: "Bragging, you really did this kind of thing, and you can still stand here intact?"
"I can." Hema said firmly. Then he thought to himself that he was already pretending to be aggressive anyway, such as pretending to be bigger, so he added a sentence: "You should be shocked that Tokyo Gokudao has not been completely wiped out by me."
Because he spoke so confidently with Ma, everyone was intimidated by him, and no one made any rebuttals.
At this time, Toda-senpai who fell on the ground got up: "It doesn't matter, being able to knock me into the air like this is also strength. After all, my weight is placed here, and I was the one who flew up, and the bamboo knife did not break, which means..."
Toda-senpai got stuck, obviously he was thinking about what this meant, and now he is making up words.
He Ma said: "It means that your foot plate is not stable. If the foot plate is stable enough, the bamboo knife must be broken."
After all, the design of the bamboo knife is to break when it should break, so that the break can absorb the excess impact.
It didn't break, that means that Toda-senpai flew too simply, and most of the energy was converted into Toda-senpai's kinetic energy.
Toda-senpai is indeed unstable.
"If the senior lowered the center of gravity a little bit and shortened my moment, it wouldn't take off so easily." He Ma continued.
Unexpectedly, the senior who served as the referee retorted: "Senior Toda squatting lower will indeed shorten your moment, but correspondingly, his moment of stabilizing his own force will also be shortened."
"No, you're wrong," He Ma retorted, "When the senior stabilizes himself, he can't simply calculate the resultant force..."
Then He Ma discussed with the brother about the force of the human body for half an hour. Later, he brought a whiteboard and drew pictures with marker pens to argue for a long time.
"So that's how it is," the referee brother nodded, "It's indeed Senior Toda's problem."
As soon as the words fell, a few freshmen sitting in the corner of the dojo raised their hands: "Well, we suddenly remembered something else, and we want to go first..."
"Wait a minute!" Senior Toda, who had already recovered, rushed forward and stopped the two of them. His posture looked familiar to Ma-oh yes, it was exactly the same as Senior Sister Xiaobudian, and she was indeed a childhood sweetheart. It’s just that when he falls ill, he just happens to have someone who goes crazy with him!”
He Ma pointed at himself: "Huh? Are you talking about me?"
Everyone looked at the horse together.
He Ma scratched his head: "Okay, uh, my pot. I will never talk about this kind of thing with the deputy minister again."
"No, no, no!" Toda-senpai ran over and pulled Kazuma again, for fear that he would leave in a fit of anger, "You can talk, you can talk. We are students of the University of Tokyo, and we can practice kendo with our brains. This is fine. You often come to talk about this in the future, we welcome it!"
Kazuma already understood at this time that this Toda-senpai, just like Kamaka Miu-senpai said, is a fool.
Why does this kind of guy who seems so simple-minded enough to make people suspect that he has muscles in his head, able to be admitted to the University of Tokyo
He must have threatened the invigilator, right
However, Kazuma doesn't dislike the activities of the Kendo Club. After all, the lowest level of Kendo among the people here is eighth. This is all experience!
Although he is no longer under the pressure of external threats, but seeing so many experience points, no, seeing so many good seniors, he will definitely start spawning monsters, I mean, to learn the soul of martial arts.
Do not brush when you see something strange, is this still a human
So he said to Ma: "Don't worry, senior, I have been studying hard before and sacrificed a lot of time to practice kendo. I am now thinking of making up for the homework I left behind when I go to Dongda University. Senior, let's continue the previous lesson. Let's discuss."
As soon as the voice fell, I suddenly heard someone shouting from the gate: "The consultant teacher is here!"
All the members of the Kendo Department swiped and stood up, turned towards the gate, and bowed.
Kazuma didn't blend into the group, his back was still straight, and then he saw that the person who came in was Mr. Hiranaka Mito who had met once.
So he also bowed to Mr. Ping Zhongshi.
Pingzhong also saw him, and laughed loudly: "I knew you would come soon. The last time we met was in the district pre-selection of the high school kendo competition, right? President Umizumi asked me to give you more advice." , It just so happens that you are here today, come on, let me see how much progress you have made this year."
After talking about Hiranakami, he turned his head and looked at the manager of the Kendo Department, Mitsuko Takamizawa.
Senior sister Gao Jianze nodded immediately: "Then take out your equipment."
He Ma frowned slightly, and he really wanted to wear armor, which meant that he was going to show his true skills to himself.
This is not bad. It just so happens that I have not played seriously for half a year since the Osaka incident, just as a warm-up.
So He Ma bowed to Ping Zhongshi: "Thank you, Mr. Ping."
"Hahaha, don't be too polite, this is the request of President Shangquan."
Shangquan Zhenggang, the president of the Quanjian Federation with the name of a sword master, this name has obviously been heard by the entire Kendo Department, and it is like thunder.
Knowing that Kazuma was actually paid attention to by Kamizumi, everyone in the Kendo Department immediately looked at Kazuma with a different expression.
In fact, if they knew about the bet with Soichiro Uesugi before Kazuma, their expressions would not have changed so much now.
It's a pity that Uesugi Soichiro's betting contract, Ququ University has no way to know about it.
Kazuma adjusted his outfit, and then quietly waited for Ping Zhongshi to put on the complete outfit.
While putting on the equipment with the help of senior sister Takamizawa, Hiranaka said to Kazuma: "Your dojo, if I remember correctly, there is no teacher who is exempted from passing on. So now not only is there no admiration but The students who come here don't have anyone to discuss, it won't work.
"After this game is over, I will write you a letter of introduction, and you can take it to ask a teacher who has a natural flow of mind to be your teacher. After five or six years of training, you should be able to pass it on when you graduate from university. up.
"At that time, it is up to you to choose whether to enter the society with a diploma from Dongda University, or go home and concentrate on opening a dojo."
He Ma: "Thank you, Mr. Ping."
"You're welcome, I'm also giving myself a way out in the future. I'm already in my forties, and it seems that the path of swordsmanship can only go so far."
Senior Toda, who was listening by the side, was shocked: "Mr. Ping, why did you say that? You..."
Ping Zhongshi waved his hand: "You don't understand. Let me tell you that you don't understand either. But, He Ma Jun, you understand, right?"
Hiranaka looked at Kazuma calmly, and raised his arms to make it easier for Takamizawa-senpai to tie the harness straps.
He Ma nodded: "I understand."
Ping Zhongshi continued: "I have already felt that this is my limit, and beyond that is a field that ordinary people like me cannot reach.
"But Kiryu-kun, you are different. You are the type who can continue to move forward. I don't know how to go forward, but I can teach you how to get to my position.
"When you can defeat me, I don't mind giving you a pass on Beichen's one-knife style."
Hema glanced at Ping Zhongshi's level, okay, there is still level 12—no, this is calculated based on the level of Xindang Liu, if calculated based on the level of Beichen Yidao Liu, there is still Level 18, maybe you have to practice some more several years.
He Ma smiled: "I understand, I will do my best to learn all your skills."
Hiranaka laughed loudly: "Okay! That's the energy, come on, I won't hold back today, you put all your skills, what you got in the prototype event of Tokyo Express, and what you got in Osaka Take everything out!"
After finishing speaking, Ping Zhongshi did not forget to nod his thanks to senior sister Gao Jianze who helped him put on the equipment, and then turned to Kazuma and put on a stance.
"There is no need to set a referee, this is a free duel. By the way, let's replace the bamboo sword with a wooden sword."
The senior referee was shocked: "Do you want to change the wooden knife? Is it possible to get injured?"
Wooden sparring often causes injuries—not to mention wooden swords, bamboo sparring often causes bruises and swellings on the body, and this situation will not be completely improved until the popularity of sponge swords.
Ping Zhongshi looked at Hema, and this is to give Hema the right to choose.
He Ma nodded: "Let's change to a wooden knife, in fact, I prefer to use a real sword, but..."
"If you use a real sword, your winning rate will be overwhelmingly high." Ping Zhongshi suddenly said something unexpected to Kazuma, "Don't rely too much on the real sword. If you can beat me with a wooden knife, change me If you fight with real swords, your chances of winning will be 100%."
He Ma asked puzzledly, "Why?"
"Didn't I just say that I am a mortal, so I can't move on, but you are different."
While talking, senior sister Gao Jianze brought wooden knives and handed them to Hema and Ping Zhongshi respectively.
Ping Zhongshi set up his sword, put on the mask of his helmet, and nodded to Kazuma.
Take a deep breath with the horse.
Then he thrust his teeth at Ping Zhongshi.
I remember the last time I used my teeth with the horse, it was easily resolved by Ping Zhongshi.
However, this time, Ping Zhongshi was obviously not as relaxed as last time, at least he didn't have the energy to fight back against Kazuma.
Ping Zhongshi rolled backwards, using Beichen's one-sword escape stunt, which he was very familiar with Ma, and then rolled.
But at the end of the roll, he stood up and thrust at Kazuma.
His hind feet seem to be nailed to the floor in order to resist the huge impact of his body suddenly changing from backwards to forwards.
But He Ma was on guard against this move. After all, after his back roll, there must be a sweep, and the other side was Beichen's knife style on the bright side, so He Ma was subconsciously prepared.
"Very good." While recovering his posture, Ping Zhongshi explained to Kazuma, "There is a tricky way to judge the opponent's strength. That is to look at the next game. The more guys who like to move their bodies close to the ground, the more likely they will be. sharp."
As soon as the words fell, Ping Zhongshi rushed towards Hema, lowering his body, as if flying close to the ground.
Shocked with the horse—is this the strength of level 27
This is the world after the power gap exceeds ten levels—
Pingzhong Shiren had already arrived in front of him, and his forward foot slapped Hema's toes a little bit in front of him, almost breaking Hema's thumbnail.
The tip of the wooden sword was already stuck on Kazuma's neck—but Kazuma's sword had also moved to a defensive position, supporting the plain wooden sword.
The wooden knives of the two were in a state of confrontation with the chest of the horse.
The crisp sound of wooden knives clashing echoed in the huge kendo hall.
The two sleeves of Ping Zhongshi's kendo uniform fell slowly.
The wind brought by his sprint just lifted the hem of the kendo uniform of senior sister Takamizawa who was standing a few feet behind the horse.
Ping Zhongshi: "How is it? Do you have the motivation to continue fighting?"
Kiryu and Ma: "Yes, it is enough."
"Very well, young people are easy to swell, we all understand, after all, we were young too."
"Thank you, senior." He Ma said.
Ping Zhongshi jumped back, opened the distance, and then changed his tone: "You were able to block my sword just now, which is quite good. Do you remember the feeling at that moment?"
He Ma shook his head: "No, senior, please come again."
"Hahahaha, well, this kind of prickly spirit is what you need in martial arts! Look at the sword!"
Ping Zhongshi rushed forward again.
Kazuma was able to block the sword again.
"Don't just defend. Beichen Yidao Style's defensive rule is to attack. Aim at my sword hand! As long as the enemy cuts his sword hand before he can cut you, you will win!
"The enemy wants to kill you, so you have to aim at your vitals, so the path of the enemy's attack will definitely be longer than you aiming at the hand!"
He Ma responded loudly: "Understood!"
"Again! My sword path is the same as this time!"
He Ma: "Good!"
Before the words fell, Ping Zhongshi came up again.
He Ma aimed at his hand, but Ping Zhongshi's wooden knife still reached He Ma's neck first.
"It's a bit slow. This is normal! Because you are controlled by my sword power, you will subconsciously block! If you overcome this, you will be faster, and you will definitely be faster! Come again!"
"Yes!" Hema responded.
The two distanced themselves again, and Ping Zhongshi rushed forward before he and the horse were ready.
There was a snap.
Ping Zhongshi's wooden knife stopped next to Kazuma's neck again.
Kazuma's sword also hit Ping Zhongshi's gauntlet.
"Although it was at the same time, if it was a real knife, my hand would have been chopped off. But, if it was a real knife, can you still resist the power of my blow?" Ping Zhongzhi asked, "After knowing this A knife will cut into your neck, cut your body like a bamboo, and if you cut it obliquely, can you still give up blocking?"
He Ma took a deep breath: "I can."
"If you can do it, you have learned this trick." Ping Zhongshi smiled slightly, "Let's try again."
The two distanced themselves again, and Ping Zhongshi rushed forward without saying a word.
And the horse aimed at his gauntlets and slashed—
Ping Zhongshi's wooden knife was still parked next to Hema's neck, but Hema knew that he hit the hand armor a little faster than the wooden knife.
It seemed to others that they were hit at the same time, but He Ma knew that he was a little faster.
"Come again!" Ping Zhongshi yelled.
Snapped!
"Come again!"
Snapped!
The two of them were like this, with a "come again", they performed an action of pulling apart and then hedging, and repeated dozens of times in a row.
When the two of them stopped, their hair was all sweated into strips, clinging to the skin.
"Okay! Hydrate!" Ping Zhongshi said.
Senior sister Gao Jianze came over with two kettles.
He Ma took the kettle, drank several gulps, and then poured the rest of the water on his head.
He even had the illusion that water vapor was produced when water touched his head, and he even heard the sizzling sound of water vaporizing in his ears.
Ping Zhongshi is doing the same thing, and the two look at each other while recovering quickly, like boxers at halftime.
Hema knew very well that the super-powerful confrontation just now consumed an extraordinary amount of physical energy.
Forget about a young man like myself, he is usually in his forties, and his physical fitness may have been pushed to the limit.
However, Ping Zhongshi, an uncle in his forties, can have this kind of physical fitness, which shows that his body has indeed been effectively exercised. If it were an ordinary office worker uncle, he would have collapsed on the ground and melted.
Hiranaka returned the water bottle in her hand to Takamizawa-senpai, then stared at Kazuma, and put on the mask again.
And the horse also wears a mask to stand firm.
Ping Zhongshi: "Next, I will change my moves. You must ensure that you aim at my hand every time. When you can hold down every blow, I will teach you advanced techniques. You only need to think about it now and aim at me hand!"
He Ma nodded: "Understood, come on!"
After speaking, he took a deep breath.
The moment he exhaled to the end, Ping Zhongshi attacked.
Just as he predicted, he changed his move this time, and the position of his hands was higher than before.
Hema's wooden knife almost swept under Pingzhongshi's gauntlet, and finally adjusted it before hitting the target.
He Ma realized that this is an advanced technique that uses subtle changes in the posture of the arm to modify the path of the sword!
And this trick can be used in ordinary kendo competitions.
"Very good!" Ping Zhongshi was not stingy with his praise, "Come again!"
This time, the gap between Ping Zhongshi's distance and his attack again was shortened, and the intensity of the confrontation suddenly rose to another level.
Hema was caught off guard and missed this time.
But Ping Zhongshi didn't stop, but opened the distance and shouted: "Come again!"
Mistakes are okay, the important thing is to keep practicing.
Next, He Ma and Ping Zhongshi crossed each other 30 times in a row, and He Ma hit 13 times.
As for how many times they were hit before the wooden knife slashed the neck, Kazuma didn't have time to count at all.
It feels like there should be eight successful defenses.
Thirty times, eight times of defense, if this is a real sword duel, I have already lost 22 lives.
Even if he was a cat with nine lives, it wasn't dead enough.
Ping Zhongshi shouted to stop.
The senior girl ran over and gave Hema and Ping Zhongshi the water.
After drinking the water, Ping Zhongshi said: "Old man, I am almost at my limit. I am old. I will come tomorrow, how about you?"
He Ma: "Please continue to teach me."
"Hahahaha, then fill out the ministry application."
"Yes." He Ma replied honestly.
Toda-senpai slammed into the old high: "That's great! Shocking!"
After landing, he hugged the sweaty Kazuma: "Let's go! Go and celebrate your joining the club! Have a good drink! Ah, no, you can't drink alcohol yet, it's okay, juice is fine too! Let's go!"