Today, the shogunate is in full swing, ruling the country, holding great power in its hands.
Under the rule of the shogunate, every post city will be governed by a large family, maintaining the operation and order of the post city, and even being responsible for repelling the incoming Kabane.
Xianjin Post also has its own governor.
That is the Sifangchuan family.
Fighting martial arts is an informal martial arts contest hosted by the Sifang Chuan family.
Why is it informal
Because the main purpose of this competition is to allow the samurai in the Xianjin Post to have a channel for venting.
Without the decisive means to deal with Kabane, the warriors stationed in Xianjin Post live every day with the fear of being killed or even infected by Kabane at any time.
Even Fang Li knew about this matter. Naturally, the Sifang Chuan Clan, who was in charge of managing the Xianjin Post, could not have known it.
Under such circumstances, if the samurai were to maintain a nervous and fearful mentality and nerves to defend the castle, it would definitely cause great problems in the end.
For this reason, the chief of the Sifang Chuan clan, based on the suggestions of the strategists, decided to hold a martial arts competition every ten days, so that the samurai under his command could compete and vent appropriately.
"Is there anything else?"
Fang Li was somewhat surprised when he learned the whole thing from a passerby.
After all, this is something that is not in the original book.
However, if you think about it carefully, under the threat of death at any time, if there is not such a channel for venting, it is really possible that something will happen.
The fact that there is no mention in the original book does not mean that nothing like this happened.
"It seems that the so-called foresight is only to a certain extent. As expected, there is no way to know all the details if it is just on the screen."
While Fang Li was so emotional, two samurai were confronting each other on the simple stage.
Looking at the two samurai who were facing each other on the stage, Fang Li raised his brow.
Because Fang Li knew those two people for the first time.
From the original.
"Go!"
"Kill him! Laixi!"
"Don't lose to Laixi! Kibitu!"
"Fight and fight!"
Under the cheers of the samurai who seemed to be caught in a fever, on the stage, the two samurai both held the sword in their hands, staring at each other and facing each other.
The one on the left is a samurai wearing a blue-black samurai uniform with a rigorous style, and a samurai with a serious temperament.
This samurai is exactly the Kuchi Rasu among the cheering population.
The one on the right is an older warrior with a light red armor.
This samurai is the Kibitu of the cheering population-Arakawa Kibitu.
Both of these men are warriors of the Sifang Chuan family who serve to govern the Xianjin Post. They are also extremely active in the original work, and they have accompanied the protagonists through several life and death crises.
Therefore, Fang Li knew them.
"Unexpectedly, it was them who were fighting."
Right now, Fang Li directly cast his gaze on Jiuzhi Laisu and Arakawa Kibitu.
At this moment, both Kuchi Kakusu and Arakawa Kibi are holding sharp swords, their blades are facing each other, their eyes are full of seriousness and harshness, as if they are facing the greatest enemy in their life. The cheers around were ignored, and the attention was completely focused on the other person.
Compared with the surrounding samurai who are in a frenzy, cheering, like a noisy and enthusiastic audience, these two people feel like real samurai, and they have a different feeling.
And these two unique samurai moved almost at the same time in the next moment.
"drink!"
"what!"
Accompanied by the sound of two neatly low voices, Kuchi Rasu and Arakawa Kibitu stepped on the ground fiercely, and rushed towards each other at the same time.
Obviously it was just a simple step, but both of them shot out like an arrow. Between one step, the distance between each other was erased, and they met in the center of the stage.
"Huh!"
The sound of a sharp Dachi slashing through the air was clearly audible.
The eyes of the two samurai who met in the center of the stage changed from serious to sharp, and they suddenly waved their weapons at each other.
"Chang!"
In the crisp steel clash, Taito and Taito collided heavily.
At this moment, Kuchi Laisu suddenly slashed the Taito in his hand, and rubbed against the Taito in Arakawa Kibito, and against the blade of the Arakawa Kibito, one cut horizontally to the Arakawa Kibito. neck.
Huanghe Jibitu's face suddenly changed slightly, and he hurriedly retreated, almost immediately withdrawing a few meters away, passing the merciless slash in a dangerous and dangerous way.
However, at the same time, Jiuzhi came to the foot with a force, rushing directly towards the barren river Kibi soil.
Huanghe Kibitu's eyes suddenly opened, and the speed of the sword in his hand soared to the extreme, and he cut his head at the coming Jiuzhi Laisu.
Upon seeing this, Jiu Zhi Lai Xi had a cold face, and he raised his weapon without showing weakness and bullied himself up.
As soon as the two samurai advanced and retreated, they immediately came together again.
"Qiangqiangqiangqiang!"
In an instant, a continuous and crisp sound of swords and swords rang through the surroundings.
With dizzying speed, Jiuzhi Laisu and Arakawa Kibi were constantly swinging their swords at each other, causing their sharp weapons to collide again and again, igniting patches of sparks after another.
"good!"
"Great!"
"It deserves to be a samurai who belongs to the elite among us!"
The fierce sword and sword combat caused the samurai in the audience to cheer one after another.
Even Fang Li's eyes were dimly lit, and he nodded secretly.
Whether it is Kuchi Kakusu or Arakawa Kibitu, they are all worthy of the name of a samurai.
That wonderful confrontation and swordsmanship, even if it is against Kabane, will you be able to secure the chance of winning
At least, in terms of strength, Fang Li is completely inferior to the two samurai on stage.
Moreover, Fang Li knew clearly that the two samurai on stage were actually showing mercy.
After all, the two are just competing, not intending to fight for real.
"It's really amazing that all the people who are merciful can hit this level."
When Fang Li felt such an emotion, the battle on the stage changed again.
"Drink!" Jiuzhi Laixu suddenly drank, the speed of Taishou in his hand suddenly rose to a notch, and he slashed at an astonishing speed.
"Wh...?!" Arakawa Kibitu was taken aback, but only had time to react when the sharp sword was cut.
"clang!"
With a loud clash of strikes, a sword flew into the air.