"Who can't afford to lose?" Saburo Fujino screamed like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on.
"If this is not the case, why does Mr. Fujino keep picking on such minor faults? I can't help but suspect that this behavior is Mr. Fujino's way of finding excuses for his own failure." Fang Yan said with a sneer.
Seeing these two funny guys bickering again, Lu Chaoge took a glance and then returned his attention to the fierce battle in the middle of the venue.
Matsushima Ji shook his head, helpless against these two people.
"I'm afraid you'll cheat." Fujino Saburo said confidently. This is your territory, who knows what arrangements you'll make to win
"This is a typical case of judging others by one's own standards." Fang Yan said sarcastically. "You guys are going to sit in on the class in Class 9. Has anyone invited you?"
Fujino Saburo thought about it and realized that it was Vice Principal Matsushima Ki who proposed to sit in on the class. Matsushima Ki was curious about how Fang Yan could become Suzaku's Chinese teacher at such a young age, so he proposed to sit in on the class.
In other words, this was a random inspection and was not arranged by anyone.
"No." said Fujino Saburo.
“Who proposed the tea ceremony, calligraphy and fencing triathlon?”
"it's me."
"In that case, I should be the one questioning your school's deliberate arrangement, right? Why is it your turn to question us?" Fang Yan said with a smile. He pointed at Chiba Xun, Ueno Daixiong, and Chiba Haowu who was swinging his sword on the field, and said, "Can you swear to all the gods of the two countries that they are not the candidates you arranged in advance? Or, because you already knew that there were such masters in your team, so you deliberately proposed these three competition items?"
"Our school has many talented people, there are more than just these three projects-----" Fujino Saburo said stubbornly. He was unwilling to admit that he had planned unintentionally and now he was very sad.
"Really? Then shall we add three more events to the competition?" Fang Yan said with a smile.
"-------" Fujino Saburo didn't dare to agree. He had arranged three competitions in advance, and Suzaku had won two of them. If Suzaku proposed the competition now, would they still have a chance of winning
It's fine if others insult you, but do you really need to insult yourself
"Why? Don't want to?"
"There's not enough time to arrange it." Fujino Saburo finally found a reasonable excuse. "We have to go back tomorrow. The students' homework cannot be delayed."
"Look, you've taken advantage of us, and Mr. Fujino is still suspicious of us. If you really think there's something wrong with the three students I chose, their student files and information are in the school archives. You can check them at any time. There's no way to fake it. But I want to ask, are all the twenty students in the Wu Ren inspection team from the same class?"
"Of course not." Fujino Saburo said. "We select the best. It's the same every year. This is Takehito's rule."
"That's what I mean. You select outstanding students from the whole school or even the whole country to form a team-----"
"We only select students from Takehito Junior High School." Fujino Saburo corrected. Who selected students from all over the country to participate in the competition? Is it necessary
"Who knows what happened to you in Japan? I can't check their student IDs and file information-----" Fang Yan waved his hand and said.
"--------" Fujino Saburo felt like he was stabbed in the chest. There was a feeling of blood dripping.
"You are bringing outstanding students from all over the country to compete with students from our class. Do you think you are guilty of doing this?" Fang Yan said indignantly. "Although we know that this is unfair to us, we still did not refuse - why? Because we regard you as our guests, as our close comrades. But Mr. Fujino - how do you treat us? Is this how the Japanese treat their friends?"
"I'm sorry-----" Fujino Saburo was deeply moved and blurted out these three words.
After he finished speaking, Fujino Saburo finally realized why he should apologize to him. This guy was full of bad intentions. Who knew which of his words were true and which were false
"Teacher Fujino is able to recognize his mistakes and pettiness, and is able to sincerely apologize to me-----" Fang Yan held Fujino Saburo's hand and said sincerely: "I will consider accepting it."
"--------"
While the two were bickering, the fight between Chiba Haowu and Tang Cheng in the middle of the club had reached a white-hot stage.
Luo Yi followed closely behind Qianye Haowu and Tang Cheng, shouting non-stop, and occasionally yelling things like "What a good sword, what a cheap sword!", as if he was participating in the battle.
The baby-faced Qianye Haowu was in a frenzy at this time, with disheveled hair, sharp eyes, and his black Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. Every time he moved forward or backward, there was a strong sound of wind.
He inherited the essence of Beichen Ittoryu, his sword was simple but at strange angles. Every sword stabbed at the opponent's fatal spot. Coupled with his ghostly speed when he moved at full speed, it was hard to defend against.
Tang Cheng's profound basic skills also came in handy at this time, and he was able to cope with all kinds of changes with the same attitude. He was tall and his movements were slow. He stood there like a target, allowing Qianye Haowu to attack him from top to bottom and left to right.
Tang Cheng changed his battle strategy. Originally, he wanted to fight with Qianye Haowu quickly and end the battle in the shortest time possible. This would look more handsome.
However, when he found that he could not defeat Chiba Haowu in a short period of time and that Chiba Haowu was better at speed than him, he knew that something was wrong.
Rhythm!
Everyone has his or her own unique rhythm, which is also the rhythm that he or she is best at.
Qianye is good at martial arts and speed, but Tang Cheng has solid basic skills and his swordsmanship is very methodical, so he is more suitable for using stillness to overcome movement.
He cannot follow Chiba Haowu's rhythm, he has to control his own rhythm, or in other words, he has to make use of his own strengths in rhythm.
So, it has become a situation of one fast attack and one slow defense.
It is precisely because the two players have brought their strengths to the extreme that this game is so exciting.
Sprint!
The long sword in his hand chopped down with great force, hitting Tang Cheng in the face.
Tang Cheng blocked with his dagger, took a few quick steps, and ran directly into Qianye Haowu's arms.
Chiba Haowu raised his sword in the air, his arms were empty, and the inside line was suddenly lost.
However, his moves were extremely fast and vicious.
whoosh!
The wooden sword in his hand spun 180 degrees. Originally, the tip of the sword was facing outward, but with his wrist hooked, the tip of the sword stabbed directly at Tang Cheng in his arms.
To bystanders, this was almost a suicide move.
If he was holding a real sword in his hand, he would inevitably pierce his own body while piercing Tang Cheng's body.
However, he was very clear about the characteristics of the wooden sword. He knew what kind of damage the weight of the sword and the speed at which he could draw the sword would cause to his opponent.
Click!
Tang Cheng once again used the hilt to block the tip of the sword and slammed his elbow backwards fiercely.
Qianye Haowu now had two choices. Either he took the elbow strike but insisted on stabbing the long sword in his hand into Tang Cheng's chest. Or he dodged the elbow strike and his suicidal attack collapsed at the same time.
Chiba Yoshitake chose the former.
In a battle, if both sides are equally matched, all you have to do is make a choice. A wise man kills one thousand enemies but injures eight hundred of his own, while a fool kills eight hundred enemies but injures one thousand. The winner is determined by the decline of one and the loss of the other.
He could withstand this elbow strike, but he believed that Tang Cheng would not be able to withstand the piercing technique that he would use with all his strength.
"Hmm-----" Chiba Haowu groaned and his upper body fell backwards, but his lower body was unusually stable.
Crunchy----
The tip of the sword in his hand stretched forward with all his might, and it rubbed against the hilt with a grinding sound.
The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to Tang Cheng's chest. If it pierced Tang Cheng, he would instantly lose his ability to fight.
Of course, it means permanent loss of combat capability.
"ah----"
A scream was heard.
The wooden sword in Qianye Haowu's hand fell to the ground. He covered his abdomen with his right hand and staggered backwards.
thump----
His body fell on the wooden floor, his expression was grim, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he looked extremely painful.
Tang Cheng stood still and just looked at Qianye Haowu who was sitting on the ground with a sneer.
The hilt of the sword that he had originally held in his left hand to block the tip of the sword had somehow moved to his right hand, and drops of red blood were oozing from the blade.
"Chiba Haowu-----" A group of people rushed over and surrounded Chiba Haowu.
Fujino Saburo rushed to Tang Cheng and yelled, "Boy, you bastard----what did you do to him? What did you do to him?"
Qianye Xun's face was covered with tears, and she cried out, "Hao Wu----Brother, are you okay? How do you feel?"
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Matsushima Ki was a beat too slow and couldn't squeeze into the crowd.
She looked embarrassed, staring at Lu Chaoge sharply, and said, "If anything happens to our students, we will definitely seek justice -"
Lu Chaoge looked at Matsushima Ji calmly and said, "We don't want this to happen either. Of course, I will respect any choice you make."
Tang Cheng walked up to Fang Yan, threw the hilt of the sword in his hand to the ground, and said casually: "I win."
After saying that, he turned and left.
"Be careful." someone shouted.
Qianye Haowu, who had been lying on the ground just now, jumped up at some point and stabbed Tang Cheng in the back with a long sword in his hand.
This kid is bloodthirsty! (To be continued)