"Who is a sore loser?" Saburo Fujino was like a rabbit that had its tail stepped on as he screamed out.
"If that is not the case, why would Teacher Fujino keep picking on such minor flaws? I cannot help but suspect that Teacher Fujino is looking for an excuse for his own failure, "Fang Yan sneered.
Seeing the two clowns bickering again, Lu Chaoge gave them a glance before turning her attention back to the intense battle taking place in the middle of the arena.
Matsushima Ki shook his head. He was helpless against these two fellows.
"I am afraid that you will cheat," Saburo Fujino said with confidence. This is your territory. Who knows what kind of arrangements you will make in order to win?
"This is a classic example of measuring the heart of a gentleman with one's own yardstick," Fang Yan said with a ridiculing tone. "Did anyone invite you to listen in on Class 9?"
Saburo Fujino thought about it. Back then, Vice Principal Matsushima Ki was the one who suggested to listen in on Class 9. When Matsushima Ki saw that Fang Yan was able to become Rosefinch's language teacher at such a young age, he became curious and suggested to listen in on Class 9.
In other words, it was a random inspection and no one had arranged for it.
"No," Saburo Fujino said.
"Who suggested the tea ceremony, calligraphy, and fencing competitions?"
"It was me."
"If that is the case, shouldn't I be the one questioning the school's deliberate arrangements? Why are you questioning us? "Fang Yan said with a chuckle. He pointed at Chiba Kaoru, Ueno Nobita, and Chiba Haomu, who was brandishing his sword. "Do you dare swear to all the deities of the two countries that they are not the candidates that you have arranged in advance? Or is it because you already knew that there was such an expert in your team? That's why you deliberately proposed these three competitions? "
"Our school has many talents. It is not just these three competitions …" Saburo Fujino said stubbornly. He was not willing to admit that he had planned this out, and the result was a painful truth.
"Is that so? Then, shall we add three more competitions? "Fang Yan said with a smile.
"… … …" Saburo Fujino did not dare to agree. Rosefinch had won two of the three matches he had arranged in advance. If Rosefinch proposed the competition, would they still have a chance of winning?
It was one thing for others to humiliate him, but did he have to humiliate himself as well?
"What? Are you unwilling? "
"I don't have enough time to arrange it." Saburo Fujino finally found a plausible excuse. "We're going back tomorrow. A student's homework cannot be delayed. "
"You see, you have all taken advantage of us, but Fujino sensei is still suspicious of us. If you really think that there's something wrong with the three students I've chosen, their student files and information are all in the school's archives. You can check them at any time. This can't be faked, right? However, I'd like to ask, are the twenty students from the Wuren delegation all in the same class? "
"Naturally not," Saburo Fujino replied. "We are selecting based on merit. It's the same every year. This is Wu Ren's rule. "
"Exactly. You will select outstanding students from the entire school or even the entire country to form a team … "
"We are only selecting students from Wuren High School to be sent out," Saburo Fujino corrected. Who selected students from all over the country to participate in the competition? Was there a need for that?
"Who knows what happened to you all in Japan? I have no way of checking their student IDs and files … "Fang Yan waved his hand.
"… … …" Saburo Fujino felt as though he had been stabbed in the chest. The feeling of being drenched in blood.
"You are sending outstanding students from all over the country to compete against students from the same class. Do you feel guilty for doing this?" Fang Yan said with righteous indignation. "Although we know that this is unfair to us, we did not refuse … why? Because we consider you all as our guests, our close comrades. But Fujino sensei … how did you treat us? Is this how East Asians treat their friends? "
"I'm sorry …" Saburo Fujino was deeply moved and he blurted out those three words.
After saying those words, Saburo Fujino reacted. Why did I have to apologize to him? This fellow's stomach is full of evil tricks. Who knows which of his words is the truth and which is the lie?
"Fujino sensei, you are able to recognize your own mistakes and be a narrow-minded person. Moreover, you are willing to sincerely apologize to me …" Fang Yan held Saburo Fujino's hand and said with a sincere face, "I will consider accepting your offer."
"… … …"
As the two of them were bickering, the battle between Chiba Haomu and Tangcheng had reached its climax.
Luo Yi followed closely behind Chiba Haomu and Tangcheng, shouting incessantly. Occasionally, he would even shout out words like 'good sword', 'good sword', 'despicable sword'. It was as though he was the one participating in the battle.
The baby-faced Chiba Haomu had entered a berserk state. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were sharp. The black Taoist robes he wore fluttered in the wind. Every step he took forward or backward would cause the wind to howl.
He had inherited the essence of the Northstar One-blade Style. His sword attacks were simple, but the angles were strange. Every one of his sword attacks was aimed at the vital spots of his opponent. Add that to his ghostly speed when moving at full speed, it was impossible to defend against his attacks.
Tangcheng's deep foundation came in handy at this moment. He was able to deal with the myriad of changes by remaining unchanging. His body was tall and his movements were slow. Standing there, he was like a target, allowing Chiba Haomu to attack him from all directions, making him extremely busy.
Tangcheng changed his strategy. Originally, he had wanted to fight Chiba Haomu with speed and end the battle in the shortest amount of time possible. That way, he would look more handsome.
However, when he found that he could not defeat Chiba Haomu in a short amount of time and that Chiba Haomu was better at speed than him, he knew that something was amiss.
Rhythm!
Everyone had their own unique rhythm. This was also the rhythm that they were best at.
Chiba Haomu liked speed, but Tangcheng's foundation was solid. Additionally, his swordsmanship was methodical, making it more suitable for him to stay still.
He could not follow Chiba Haomu's rhythm. He wanted to control the rhythm himself. Or rather, he wanted to make full use of his own rhythm.
Thus, it became a situation where one was fast on the offense and the other was slow on the defense.
It was precisely because both of them made full use of what they were good at that the battle was so exciting.
Dash!
The longsword in his hand swung down with great force, aiming for Tangcheng's face.
Tangcheng blocked the attack with his short dagger. He took a few steps forward and directly crashed into Chiba Haomu's chest.
Chiba Haomu's sword was raised in the air. His chest was empty, and he lost control of his inner line.
However, he changed his moves extremely quickly and viciously.
Whoosh!
The wooden sword in his hand made a 180-degree turn. Initially, the tip of the sword was pointing outwards, but when he hooked his wrist, the tip of the sword stabbed at Tangcheng who was in his arms.
To an onlooker, it was almost a suicidal move.
If he was holding a real sword in his hand, then when he stabbed Tang Cheng's body, it would be inevitable that he would also stab himself.
However, he knew the characteristics of a wooden sword very well. He knew the weight of the sword and the speed at which he attacked, and what kind of damage he would inflict on his opponent.
Clang!
Tangcheng once again blocked the tip of the longsword with the hilt of the sword and slammed his elbow backward.
Chiba Haomu had two choices now. He could either endure the elbow attack and persist in stabbing his longsword into Tangcheng's chest. Or, he could dodge the elbow attack, and his suicidal attack would be nullified at the same time.
Chiba Haomu chose the former.
In a battle where both sides were evenly matched, the only thing left to do was to make a choice. A smart person would kill 1,000 enemies at the cost of 800 of himself, while a fool would kill 800 enemies at the cost of 1,000 injuries. Victory and defeat would be decided in this way.
He could withstand the elbow attack, but he believed that Tangcheng would not be able to withstand the full force of his Piercing Technique.
"Ugh …" Chiba Haomu grunted. His upper body fell backwards, but his lower body was unusually stable.
Creak …
The tip of the longsword in his hand moved forward with unstoppable force, grinding against the hilt.
The tip of the sword inched closer to Tangcheng's chest. As long as it pierced through, Tangcheng would instantly lose the ability to fight.
Of course, he would lose the ability to fight forever.
"Ah …"
A miserable scream rang out.
The wooden sword in Chiba Haomu's hand fell to the ground. He clutched his abdomen with his right hand and staggered backward.
Plop …
His body fell on the wooden floor with a hideous expression. His forehead was dripping with sweat, and he looked like he was in extreme pain.
Tangcheng stood still and sneered at Chiba Haomu, who was sitting on the ground.
The sword hilt that he had been holding in his left hand to block the tip of the sword had been transferred to his right hand, and red blood was seeping out from the blade.
"Chiba Haomu …" A group of people rushed over and surrounded Chiba Haomu.
Saburo Fujino rushed to the front of Tangcheng and roared, "Kid, you bastard … what did you do to him? What did you do to him? "
Chiba Kaori's face was covered in tears as she cried, "Haomu … little brother, are you okay? How do you feel? "
…
Matsushima Nori was a beat too slow to squeeze into the middle of the crowd.
Her expression was ugly as she stared sharply at Lu Chaoge and said, "If anything happens to my student, we will definitely seek justice …"
Lu Chaoge calmly looked at Matsushima Nori and said, "We also don't want this to happen. Of course, I will respect any choice you make."
Tangcheng walked to the front of Fang Yan and threw the sword hilt in his hand to the ground. He said in a free and easy manner, "I won."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Be careful!" Someone shouted.
Chiba Haomu, who was lying on the ground a moment ago, jumped up and stabbed the sword in his hand at Tangcheng's back.
This kid's eyes were bloodshot!
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