"Today is Yayoi-kun's first battle?" In the conference hall of the Swordsman Association, several Swordsman were chatting.

"Well, Yayoi-kun has already set out for the qualifiers." Hoshino Yuaki answered casually while looking at the three-dimensional projection.

"Every time I look at this section, I feel that Chief Sasaki and Jun Yayoi are really unfathomable. Although the experts in the project team analyzed these movements very well, how can people do such movements?"

"Those experts don't care whether you can do it or not, as long as they calculate it, it's fine."

"This is really difficult. Chief Sasaki and Yanagi Kwan are called Jianguo together with us, but we are too different, right?"

"Come on, what are you called Sword Master? They are half-step Sword Master. Why are you called Sword Master together?"

"Hey? Isn't it a qualifier today? Why did Yayoi-kun go?"

"Oh, I know this. Yanagi-kun said that he does not have such experience in major competitions and needs to accumulate some experience from the qualifiers, so he did not use the recommendation rights of the Swordsman Association."

"——Then Yanshengjun is probably disappointed. As long as the player with some ability or reputation can start directly from the official competition. Those who participate in the qualifiers usually come to have a name that has participated in the Wuhun Final Competition."

"Haha, no matter what, at least Yanagi-kun can be familiar with the entry process!"

"Hahahahahaha." The swordsmen present laughed.

"Teacher, the time has come." In the lounge, Aoki Riki gently reminded Yanyumoto and his ears while closing his eyes and resting.

In modern martial arts soul competitions, the matched players are randomly matched by computers, and the personal martial arts evaluation is basically equivalent.

In the ranking of martial soul qualities, or world warriors, Yagyu Motoka scored 0 martial arts points, because he did not have any record of the Open Championship (the competitions like the Kendo Awards of Tokyo Junior High School are not included in the martial arts competition results). Naturally, the opponents he matched are not much smarter.

Yagyu Motoka slowly opened his eyes. He originally thought that he would feel a little nervous when he participated in such a world competition for the first time, but when things came to an end, perhaps because he had a more thorough understanding of himself last night, he was actually calm and did not even have any fluctuations.

He slowly stood up from the sofa. Today he was wearing a protective kendo suit customized for him by the Sword Master. According to his requirements, he specially modified the style. The kendo suit was a piece of Serie A customized to Master Ayama. He was directly registered as a "special tortoise shell" by the staff, which made Yanyu Motohe secretly scream in his heart.

However, the customs of Japan and the Celestial Empire are different. Japanese tortoises are auspicious signs, but there is no derogatory meaning like cuckolding.

From the Blue Party's appearance passage, Yayoi Motowa walked out slowly. Looking from the audience, Yayoi Motowa was wearing a white kendo suit, with wide sleeves floating, and his upper body, chest and abdomen tightly closed, making his figure look slender and upright, with half a black matte mask on his face covering the face above the bridge of his nose.

The deep black mask is in sharp contrast with Yayoi Moto and the white outfit. In addition, the hands and feet exposed outside the kendo uniform are all skin like jade. Only the black mask on the face is particularly prominent, making people notice the perfect lower half of the face below the mask at first glance. There are two small black flying wings on the upper end of the mask, which are attached to the left and right temples of the head and can also provide a certain protection effect.

This image was not created by Yagyu Moto and himself on a whim, but was designed overnight through a senior image designer specially found by Hiromi Takahashi. This mask is designed in such a way to enhance Yagyu Motoka's sense of mystery. After all, his face at the age of fourteen is still a little immature and cannot be taken advantage of by all ages. The martial soul priest is not open to audiences under the age of twenty-five. Therefore, for the sake of the stardom, the designer designed this image for him. While covering up the aura, he also created a slightly mysterious image of a beautiful boy.

If Yayoi Motokashi can give his appearance an eight-point mark on weekdays, and then look in the mirror after changing into this outfit, Yayoi Motokashi feels that his appearance can be at least nine points. As for the 9-point mark, he is not sure. Anyway, he should be stressed out as an idol star.

He didn't wear shoes and stepped onto the ring barefoot.

Since Yagyu Motohe found that his pores could be breathable, he has very disliked wearing shoes. The feeling of wrapping his feet tightly always makes him feel a little stuffy on his feet.

Fortunately, it is a tradition for Japan to step onto the competition venue, not wearing shoes, so his behavior is not rude.

The Wuhun Jue are not wooden rings, but a special high-strength rubber floor, which can fully ensure that the contestants will not be affected by the slippery floor.

Because this is just a qualifier, there are not too many spectators. The room was not very big, with only fifty audience seats, and it was not full of the audience.

However, at the front of the audience, the two people who were most important to him were on the scene, with father Yagyu and Shima and mother Minamida Masako sitting side by side, waving at him.

The corners of Yagyumoto and the mouth below the mask bent upwards. He raised the long knife in his left hand and shook it slightly in the direction of his parents, then looked at his opponent.

Ten meters away, from the red player channel, Yagyu Moto and his opponent in this game also stepped onto the ring.

Wang Hong felt very lucky. He was the result of a bet with his friends when he participated in this martial soul qualifier, so he didn't want to win a few games. Anyway, as long as he stepped onto the arena of the martial soul qualifier, he would have completed the bet.

However, looking at the opponent's opponent, Wang Hong felt that at least he still had a great chance of winning in this game. In this way, even if he was eliminated in the next game, he would not lose face when he returned. After all, he won one game or another. It is a huge difference for the contestants participating in the Martial Soul Decision.

Wang Hong has been practicing for several years and is famous in his circle of friends. Once, he went out with a few friends and met a little hooligan teasing the girl on their side. The two sides clashed, and Wang Hong knocked down four gangsters alone and became famous in his circle of friends for a while, as if he was a martial arts master. His current girlfriend formed a fate at that time.

However, it is precisely because of this reputation that he sometimes can't hide his face. This is because of the Chinese New Year this year, he was squeezed by his friends. When he got angry, he signed up to participate in this martial soul qualifier.

However, at this moment, seeing the opponent walking out of the blue channel, Wang Hong suddenly felt that his psychological pressure had been reduced a lot. He was very nervous and even his palms holding the spear were sweating, but at the moment he saw his opponent, he magically calmed down. Maybe he could enter the next round, right?

The beautiful boy with big sleeves on the opposite side was not here to participate in the martial soul finals competition. He was clearly here to walk on the catwalk. Wang Hong dared to say that even an international male model would be like this at most when he went on stage. He walked onto the stage with barefoots step by step. Every move looked extremely pleasing to the eye. With the swing of the sleeves of the robe, he was like an immortal in the painting walking into reality.

The beautiful boy held a sword in his left hand, and the upper part was covered by a black mask with a translucent texture, revealing the part below his nose. His hands and feet and exposed jaws had pure and smooth skin, just like jade, with a warm luster. Against the backdrop of the black mask, it showed a mysterious beauty. The whole person had no even half a piece of armor except for the kendo uniform.

The armor on Wang Hong's body is the so-called Mingguang Steel Leaf Armor. The breastplate is a whole piece of metal that protects all parts from the neck to the waist and abdomen. There is also a heart protection mirror embedded on the chest, and the arms and legs are metal armor made of layers of iron leaves, fixed with various elastic straps and locks. This set of armor was originally a costume film called "Zhao Zilong", the prototype armor used by the protagonist.

Of course the movie has been finished. This set of armor was borrowed by him through his friend. There is nothing to say about the protection. The breastplate is embossed with silhouettes, which looks really beautiful. This set of armor is made of real iron guys, and the entire set of armor weighs more than 20 kilograms. Of course, the actors who actually went on stage were wearing plastic armor.

The weapon in his hand was a spear of two and a half meters long. It was not that he could not get a spear with a wax pole, but that the teacher heard that he was going to participate in the martial soul ritual and denied his idea of ​​using a spear.

His martial arts teacher also has some reputation in the Beihe martial arts circle. He has participated in the martial soul qualifier, but he has not obtained any ranking.

According to the teacher, the long spear made of a wax pole cannot deal with real masters. Don’t look at the elasticity of this gun, and the spear is full of spears. For real masters, the elasticity of the gun itself is actually a flaw! If a gun holder cannot control the elasticity of the gun, as long as he fights, he will reveal his flaws, which is no different from seeking death.

Of course, if you practice the big gun until you are superb and can fully control the elasticity of the gun and turn it into your own help, that will be another level.

Anyway, Wang Hong's two moves are far from meeting the standards of using a large gun. Since this is the case, it is better to use a spear that is easier to control to be more at ease.

Before leaving, the teacher taught him that he should try to force the enemy outside the range of his spear. The spear would rotate around and fly like a dragon, which would be a flowery rack to show off. If the long weapon is bullied into the defense circle by the short weapon, he would basically admit defeat. It is not a place to sell his skills in the martial soul ruling.

"Trial and start!" The referee of the Wuhun Jue did not stand among the players on both sides like a boxing referee to announce the start. They both announced the start directly under the ring and would not step on the ring at all. After all, this is safer. In the past, in the Wuhun Jue competition field, there were not one or two referees who were accidentally injured.

Wang Hong took a deep breath and flattened the spear. The tip of the spear pointed to the waist and abdomen in the opposite body. He moved one step at a time, raised his soles flatly and moved forward, no more than an inch from the ground. He stood firmly on the front foot and moved forward from the ground.

Wang Hong was quite nervous at this moment. In the decades of holding the Wuhun Jue, although the casualty rate is no longer as terrifying as the 1st and 2nd sessions, it has never been cut off. Every year, there are dozens of warriors who have died or injured in the Wuhun Jue field. This is different from fighting in his hometown. Although there are people who are extremely ruthless in the fight, at most they are broken arms and legs. If a person dies, it will be a big deal.

Before participating in the martial soul ritual, he signed a life and death document. At that time, his face was calm. After all, his girlfriend, who came to Japan with him, was watching from the side. A man was not fighting, right?

But this is his first time playing in such a life-threatening arena. Now he is going to fight to the death. How can he not be nervous?

He secretly encouraged himself in his heart, "Wang Hong, you can do it, but you are just a little white-faced person on the other side. You will definitely not be as good as him as a duck, but you will definitely be better than fighting!"

Fortunately, Yayoi Sora and I couldn't hear it, otherwise it would be hard to say whether Wang Hong could stand down the ring.

It is not meaningless to go to the arena with a super handsome guy. My family discussed this issue a few days ago. One of the solutions is to increase their popularity. The higher the popularity, the less likely it is to be sacrificed. Therefore, in order to increase the popularity, Yagyu Toshiwakazu specially found someone to design the image, dress up carefully, and come to the competition venue.

Looking at the opponent on the other side, even the hand holding the spear was trembling slightly. This was the first time that Yayoi Tomotoka had seen such an opponent. Of course, except for having had a few dealings with junior and middle school gangsters, other people who were qualified to stand in front of Yayoi Tomotoka were at least at the level of an inner disciple.

As for the person in front of him, except for his strong body, his footwork is probably the top three or four in the Kendo Club of Katsuda Academy.

This made Yuki Motohiro a little embarrassed. To win beautifully, it must be impressive and the opponent must cooperate. If you go up with a knife, your opponent will fall to the ground and win quickly, but you can't be beautiful at all!

He looked at his opponent with a spear in vain and approached carefully with his body bowed. Yagyumoto and the sword were too lazy to pull out, so he simply walked forward slowly, planning to end the game as soon as possible.

The east and west ends of the ring were a total of ten meters long, and the two of them entered each other. Even if they were not fast, they would quickly approach each other.

A glimmer flashed in Wang Hong's eyes, chance! No matter whether the boy on the other side was trying to show off or look down on him, he had not even pulled out the samurai sword and entered his attack range with great force. 'You are seeking death!' Wang Hong shouted in his heart, of course, it was just in his heart. He was not so thick-skinned.

With a normal man's natural disgust towards handsome guys, Wang Hong stabbed his most proud attack - hitting the flat gun - even my girlfriend only looked at you and not me!

The so-called "the most difficult thing to do is to get a little flat" is the characteristic of a center-level gun that attacks the opponent's waist and abdomen, which is where the human body's center of gravity is difficult to move and dodge, and that position is also difficult to block. No matter whether you lift up and down, you may be stabbed before blocking the gun out of the outside door, and the wound may be enlarged due to the blocking action.

A scream of "Ah————”

This was the voice of his mother, Masako Minamida. When he heard this voice, Yayoi Motohiro didn't even care about taking action. He hurriedly looked back and saw what happened. This was the mother who had pulled herself up for fourteen years. He had never heard her mother scream so panickedly, which really scared Yayoi Motohiro.

My mother was panicking and stretching out her hands to her side, as if she wanted to grab her from afar. From such a long distance, my mother could only hold in the air in vain. Tears seemed to be about to overflow in her eyes. That helpless look made Yuyoshi Moto and her heart hurt! His father, Yagyu and Shima, pulled his mother tightly, and his eyes could not hide their worries.

Wang Hong felt that he was just a big shot. He stabbed him with one shot. He was sure to win, but the distance was too close. As a result, the foolish hat on the opposite side turned his head to see the audience at this time? Isn’t this a sure shot?

As a result, the head was looking towards the audience, but the samurai sword in his left hand was pulled casually and knocked his spear with the hilt of the sword.

Wang Hong didn't believe in evil, so he took the spear and stabbed it again before the other party turned his head back.

Damn it was pushed away again. Did the other party have eyes on the back of his head? I wouldn't believe it if it stabs again, stabs again, and stabs again.

As the thorns were thorns, laughter came from all around.

Wang Hong stabbed more than ten times, and no matter how stupid he was, he could react. Now that the sword was not sheathed, his head was not turned back. He just had a sword hilt to resist his full attack. He was still fucking. If he didn't know the truth, he would probably kneel down as soon as he drew his sword.

Wang Hong quickly jumped, raised his spear, prepared to say a few scenes, and then quickly admitted defeat and stepped down.

A long rainbow suddenly rose and spanned three meters of space and fell straight down!

"I--" Wang Hong's words "I" popped up, his eyes were filled with swords.

‘Damn I want to kneel down. I really shouldn’t bet with those bastards!’ Wang Hong had only time to think about this, and his chest felt cold.

"Blue side, black mask wins! Blue side's weapons need to be re-tested!" Wang Hong, who had closed his eyes, heard the referee announce the result, hey, he doesn't seem to hurt much?

Wang Hong carefully opened his eyes and slowly looked down at his chest and abdomen. The trunk blades in front of him were neatly separated in half, revealing his chest and abdomen covered with chest hair.

Wang Hong quickly reached out and touched his chest. There was no wound, but it was okay.

He looked up at his opponent. At this time, Yayoi Yui Yui He was turning around and handing the long sword in his hand to the referee. Perhaps feeling Wang Hong's gaze, Yayoi Yui Yui glanced at him slightly and said only: "You scared my mother. This sword is a lesson for you!"

This is a Chinese destiny with a straightforward word, but Wang Hong didn't have the heart to care about whether the other party was talking about Chinese destiny at this time. The stimulation of escaping from death made his hands and feet weak, especially the straps of his pants were broken and they were about to fall off.

Wang Hong quickly looked at his girlfriend while holding his pants and escaping death. Now Wang Hong felt that he needed comfort in urgent need of comfort! As a result, he almost got angry and bubbling. His girlfriend was holding a notebook with a silly look on his face. When he passed by, he didn't even look at him at the corner of his eyes. He held the notebook and tried to let the "black mask" sign an autograph!
Chapter completed!