As soon as Sheng Tianmu finished speaking, Huang Chuan glared at him. Unwilling to be outdone, he also raised his hand and said, "I'll also vote for myself!"
Sheng Tianmu and Huang Chuan each had one vote.
That left three people.
The head of the Jiu Clan smoked his pipe and glanced around at everyone. He tapped his pipe and said, "My decision is still the same as before. My vote is for Huang Chuan."
Huang Chuan had two votes.
Qian Ye Long Er gripped his wine cup and chuckled, "Then I'll join in on the fun and vote for Elder Sheng Tianmu. Hahaha, I owe him quite a few favors."
Sheng Tianmu had two votes.
In the end, everyone's gazes fell on the last person of the five.
The Luohe Clan's head didn't even raise her head as she said, "I'm not interested in being the president. It doesn't matter to me who becomes the president."
She said coldly, "I abstain."
The result was no different from the meeting before the banquet.
Two against two.
Sheng Tianmu and Huang Chuan stared at each other.
The old man cracked a smile and asked, "You're not going to give up, Huang Chuan brat?"
"Unfortunately, I hate people who take advantage of their seniority to ride on my head," the Huang Chuan Clan's head said indifferently. The leader of the Huangchuan Family said indifferently, "Since you have a chance of winning, then I'll take the two votes myself."
"So, we'll follow the rules?" Sheng Tianmu asked.
Huang Chuan nodded. "Then we'll follow the rules. But this time is different."
He paused for a moment, his expression becoming cold and fierce.
"— — I want to test my swords!"
Below the stage, Huai Shi paused in the middle of eating. He suddenly felt a chill run down his neck.
He abruptly raised his head, just in time to meet Sheng Tianmu's smiling, expectant gaze.
He smelled the familiar scent of an arrangement.
The food in his mouth no longer tasted as good.
.
.
Ten minutes later, Huai Shi felt unwell.
When the people of Ying Continent called it a trial, it meant a duel.
It was just like how a chef's trial was a competition of cooking.
Unfortunately, a trial of swords wasn't a competition of who could forge faster with their bare hands … … It was a duel of swords and spears. Unless blood was spilled, the duel wouldn't stop.
It could really kill people.
The competition forbade the use of border relics, stigmata, and even Origin Substance techniques. In a literal sense, the two sides would compete in swordsmanship.
Of course, the big shots definitely wouldn't go down personally. Not to mention getting hurt, it was impossible for them to even bump into each other. The dirty and tiring work could only be done by his subordinates.
Now, Huai Shi, who had been enthusiastically signed up, stood in front of Sheng Tianmu with a dumbfounded expression.
Sheng Tianmu gave him the treasured sword in his hand and patted his shoulder, indicating that he had been strengthened. Hurry up and attack.
"No, do you trust me that much?"
Huai Shi stared at him in confusion.
"Aren't there two other people besides you?" Sheng Tian Mu looked at the two Ascendants with solemn and cold expressions beside him.
Just by looking at the way they walked and the way they used their muscles, one could tell that they were not easy to deal with, not to mention the murderous aura and the smell of blood on their bodies.
Given the size of the Sheng Tianmu Clan, wouldn't it be easy for him to find a few helpers?
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned this. Huai Shi's eyelids twitched wildly. "But the problem is that even if the three of us worked together, we probably wouldn't be able to defeat one of them!"
As he spoke, he didn't try to hide anything. His two teammates immediately turned around and glared at him angrily.
If it weren't for the fact that Sheng Tian Mu was still alive, he would have already attacked Huai Shi.
But the problem was … … Huai Shi felt like he wasn't wrong at all.
In order to make Sheng Tian Mu accept the rules, the Huangchuan Clan had only sent one person.
He was currently sitting on the other side of the field with his eyes closed.
The silent and wooden middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground, an ordinary-looking blade resting on his knees. The blade's length and weight were both very standard.
Any Ascendant could tell that he didn't have any stigmata on his body. He was just a white-tier Ascendant. Occasionally, when he raised his eyes to refuse the water offered by the people next to him, his eyes weren't lively. Instead, they were dull, as if his mind was elsewhere.
But Huai Shi felt a strong premonition of death from that person.
Especially when he was holding this sword … …
Intuition told him that using the rules of the sword to fight Yingzhou swordsmanship in close-quarters combat with this person was a dead end!
"Who's that person?" Huai Shi asked in a low voice.
"I heard that he's from a dojo." Sheng Tian Mu replied thoughtfully. "I heard that he's a registered disciple. He must be very powerful."
"Dojo? Which dojo? "Huai Shi was confused.
Sheng Tian Mu shook his head. "Nonsense … … In the entire Yingzhou, which other dojo could be called a dojo other than Sword Saint Shangquan's dojo?"
Huai Shi sucked in a breath of cold air, then sucked in another breath of cold air.
He sucked in cold air like crazy.
The central air conditioner in the Huangchuan Clan was about to be sucked dry by him, but he couldn't stop.
Damn it, why do I feel like I'm going to die this time?
Sword Saint Shangquan was a famous old monster among Yingzhou's sublimators. He was recognized as the 'number one in the world' in Yingzhou for the past 50 years. His strength was unfathomable.
He had countless disciples and grand-disciples. Countless people in the Wu and Gong families had been taught by him.
His swordsmanship was divine.
Huai Shi's attainments in Yingzhou's swordsmanship came from Elder Luo's General Weapon Teaching Class. He was using it like a stick.
Sword Saint Shangquan's swordsmanship was at least LV25.
His skills were divine, and he was at the peak … … He was invincible.
Such an exaggerated term was used to describe a powerhouse whose talent, experience, and even effort and focus could be counted on one's fingers.
Some people even said that if it weren't for the Sword Saint's eccentric and perverse personality and his unwillingness to get involved in the battle of the present, the dispute between the Gong and Wu families would have ended long ago.
Huai Shi once tried to fan the flames by asking Elder Luo, "Old man, if you and the Sword Saint fought, who would win?"
Then, Elder Luo pressed him to the ground and gave him a good beating. He was almost sent to the ICU.
Later, when he heard that Elder Luo's future was cut off, he thanked Elder Luo from the bottom of his heart for not killing him.
Perhaps the biggest regret of the muscular old man's life in martial arts was that he could no longer have a carefree duel with such an opponent.
Back then, when he punched the founder into the abyss, he also cut off his future while cutting off all grudges. Now, even if the Heretic King was solidified, he was still invincible in the abyss. He was like a fish in water in the Golden Dawn. Just look at the battle on the Stellaris. The old man fought one against four, and he even dismantled the Mechs with his bare hands. It was like playing, and he was extremely fierce.
If Elder Luo was in his complete form, he would have been fighting all over the world.
How could it be Senior Sister's turn?
Now, he was a villain who had only learned three moves from ten experience classes in the orchard gym. Now, he was going to compete with the Sword Saint's disciple in pure swordsmanship …
Thinking about it, he felt that his future was bleak.
"Where did you get such confidence in me?" Huai Shi was puzzled by Old Man Sheng Tianmu's choice.
"Of course, it's because Li Hua thinks that you are very powerful."
Sheng Tianmu said with a serious face, "Let me tell you, Li Hua has a good eye … She said you can do it, so of course I think you can do it!"
Huai Shi looked back at the arena in a daze. Li Hua also smiled and gave him a thumbs up, indicating that he could do it.
Huai Shi felt that he was going crazy.
"How is it? Can't you feel the trust this old man has in you? "
Sheng Tianmu smiled and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, maybe it won't be your turn. Akutagawa and White Butterfly are both one in a million … Moreover, the rule this time is' one book win '. Maybe if you are lucky, you will win after taking' one book '."
Before he finished speaking, a cold announcement came from the arena.
"— — Small Hand!"
There was a moment of dead silence. After the sound of steel scraping, the referee's voice sounded, "The winner has been decided!"
The whole process didn't even take a second. When Huai Shi looked back, he only saw the man called White Butterfly stagger back and fall on his back.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
The long sword fell to the ground, along with his two hands that were holding the sword.
Together with the blade, armor, flesh, and even bones, they were all cleanly cut off by the sword.
At the beginning of the match, before the first round had even ended, the representative of the Arakawa Kai, Katori Ichiro, had scored a point!
Huai Shi was stunned in place.
After the dull man pulled out his sword, he became cold and aggressive. His eyes burned with aggressive flames, tyrannical and insufferably arrogant.
Ignoring Arakawa who was laughing and praising beside him, he raised his eyes and looked over, like a ferocious beast.
"Next …"
Grinding his teeth and sucking blood, he couldn't wait.
On the sidelines, Akutagawa, who was putting on his armor, stiffened for a moment. His expression became heavy, and he expressionlessly put on his mask.
This was also a preferential treatment from his opponent.
If he didn't even wear his armor, not to mention the danger to his life, he might not even have the power to fight back in front of Katori Ichiro. Even the system of winning and losing is accommodating to you.
That was what Arakawa said.
Now it seemed that he was right …
Huai Shi narrowed her eyes as she sensed the swift and fierce aura behind her. She could feel the hair on the back of her hand standing on end.
There was a tearing sound in the stagnant wind, echoing in the air.
Something sharp appeared and disappeared in a flash, completely destroying everything.
This kind of swordsmanship was terrifying …
He shouldn't have talked nonsense with Shengtenmu, otherwise he would have seen something just now.
He focused all his attention on the field.
Under everyone's witness, Akutagawa, who was covered in protective gear, walked into the field step by step. Both sides bowed meticulously, then drew their swords. With the referee in front of them, their swords clashed and touched for a moment.
Both of them slowly took a step back.
"Fair and square —"
The referee raised his hand and chopped down. "Let's decide the winner!"
In an instant, a thunderous roar burst out from under the mask.
The sound of the explosion was so loud that it even cracked the mask from the inside.
It was Akutagawa's roar.
The terrifying roar spread in an instant. Everyone's vision blurred, and even their thoughts stopped for a moment.
— Ki fusion!
It was one of the most common techniques in Kendo. When the sword was drawn, one would combine the spirit and physical strength of the breath with the shout, and then burst out all the power in an instant.
Ignoring the opponent's movements, one would use all his strength to push the speed to the peak.
After disregarding life and death, Akutagawa changed the structure in his hand from the Star Eye to the upper part and chopped down.
"Face!"
In Kendo, the most effective points of attack were the face, hands, abdomen, and throat. Face was undoubtedly a blow to the head.
Akutagawa's fighting style at this moment was completely the path of mutual destruction.
After learning the lesson of White Butterfly, Akutagawa did not do any defense at all. He used Ki fusion to gain an instant opportunity, gave up all defense, and launched an all-in attack.
As long as he hit, regardless of whether he could win or survive, it was equivalent to winning.
This was the Sword of Sacrifice!
Unfortunately, Katori Ichiro was not affected by Ki fusion at all. His expression was still cold.
At the moment of contact, everyone heard his low and calm voice.
"Bang!"
The cold blade pierced through Akutagawa's back. Blood spurted out along the sword hilt and fell on Katori's ten fingers.
The winner was decided!
Katori pulled out the blade expressionlessly and threw the dying Akutagawa on the ground. He raised his head and looked at Huai Shi.
"Next."
The last one …
"Okay, you really want to fight three at once?"
In the silence, under everyone's gaze, Huai Shi sighed, shrugged, got up and walked to the field.
He drew his sword.
Although he didn't know if there was a rule in Yingzhou, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have a slight chance of winning …
Then, after ten lessons in the orchard gym, the new Kendo trainee who was best at singing, dancing, and playing the cello — White Paper Doll, come out!
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