Chapter 682 I Am the Lightning!

After hearing Hojo Kyousuke's words, no one thought this man was arrogant anymore. Instead, they all felt that this was the courage a strong man should have.

False strength can be seen through at a glance, because he has no real strength to support it, so he has no idea how to show real strength. As for a truly strong person, even if he deliberately pretends to be pretentious, others will think he is being modest.

Just like this moment, I originally thought that no matter how powerful Hojo Kyosuke's swordsmanship is, his physical function has not yet reached its peak at the age of sixteen, and his physical strength should be exhausted after three battles. After all, even if he is as upright as Daidoji A strong man who was in his best years collapsed immediately after two battles.

But now, after listening to Hojo Kyosuke's witty words and looking at Master Otsuka's unbelievable expression, everyone suddenly believed that it was just Ryo Iguchi who really didn't consume too much of his energy.

All the swordsmen's eyes turned towards Nagase Ichiro and his team. This was the team that firmly occupied the first echelon of the dojo's combat power rankings.

Miyazaki, who had just stayed at the end and came out to take advantage, looked hesitant. When he fought against Daidoji Temple, Nagase took the lead, but now he faced the stronger Hojo Kyosuke... To be honest, he still didn't want to go first. As a policeman, he called the special forces. The best way is to provide support and then hold the battle in the end. How can you say that you should just rush forward on your own?

But the Osaka Prefectural Police are full of moral integrity. If they hide behind, even if they win in the end, their colleagues and superiors will look down on them.

Thinking, he looked at Nagase Ichiro and said:

"Nagase-kun, let me go first this time. You can observe it carefully and think about how to crack it."

This sounds nice, but he has already decided that as soon as he comes on the stage, he will immediately close the distance and play wrestling with Hojo Kyosuke.

"Haha~"

Nagase Ichiro chuckled in a low voice. He didn't know if he saw through Miyazaki Masaru's tea art performance. He just smiled and said:

"It's okay, Miyazaki-kun. You know, I just want to see what the current strongest Beichen Itto-ryu looks like. If Miyazaki-kun defeats Hojo-kun with one move, wouldn't I have no chance?"

call--

Upon hearing this, Miyazaki breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he was still the same steely and upright Nagase Ichiro. Gentleman deceives it, and it really works! So he made a regretful expression and said:

"Okay then, I will just sit here and admire Nagase-kun's heroic appearance, and wish you good luck in martial arts."

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!" Several other people also shouted.

Nagase Ichiro smiled, nodded his thanks, then raised his hand and called me.

"Hojo-kun, please be careful. This is the modern descendant of the Nakanishi Itto-ryu. His strength is only slightly worse than that of Daidoji-senpai."

Jiuneng Tianyin whispered, and other disciples of Beichen Ittoryu also talked about their knowledge of Nagase Ichiro.

Hojo Kyosuke turned around and looked at these cheap juniors in surprise. He couldn't understand why these guys who looked at him like life-and-death enemies three minutes ago were so enthusiastic now.

Seeing these changes in the situation of Junior Brother Reed, Daidaiji said angrily: "I need to use all my strength to compete with Nagase, but it only takes one second for Hojo-kun to hit me. Do you think he needs to be careful!"

"Oh, yes!"

All the junior brothers nodded repeatedly.

Hojo Kyosuke smiled, thanked everyone for their kindness, looked at Nagase Ichiro over there who had already put on protective gear, and asked loudly:

"Are you the only one? In fact, it doesn't matter in total. The number of people makes no difference to me."

hiss--

As soon as these words came out, Zaimokuza and Hikigaya Hachiman both leaned back.

"Huh? Hajima, what's wrong with you?" Totsuka asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that if his voice was slightly louder, he would become a target.

Zaimuzhao's expression was stern and he whispered: "Don't you feel a strong force coming towards your face? It's a very strong force!"

"Asshole, don't teach Totsuka such nonsense!" Hikigaya was furious.

Totsuka Ayaka blinked and said in confusion: "Trying you to teach me nonsense?"

"Mr. Totsuka, could you please repeat what you just said?" Zaimokuza lowered his head and said deeply.

"ah?"

Although he didn’t understand why, Totsuka repeated cutely:

"Indoctrinate me with nonsense..."

"stop!"

Hikigaya shouted to interrupt, then pulled Totsuka behind his back and hid him, looked at Zaimokuza warily, and said angrily:

"You guy, please stop it a little bit!"

"Ahem, what did I do? Hachiman, why are you so nervous? Isn't it what you said that I asked Totsuka to repeat~~"

Zaimokuza had a greasy expression on his face, Hikigaya understood it, his face turned red and angry, and the two perverts immediately started to fight.

Totsuka breaks up the fight and Komachi cheers up.

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"Doesn't it make any difference whether there are more or less people?"

Nagase Ichiro repeated it in a low voice. He did not feel that Hojo Kyosuke was showing off, but only felt a strong sense of confidence. It is a manifestation of self-will and pride based on one's own strength.

His heart tightened, and he didn't feel any anger, because with the strength shown by Hojo Kyosuke, the other party had the right to be arrogant.

Then he smiled gently and said loudly:

"Even if I face an opponent who is far superior to me, I still have the consciousness to maintain my dignity as a swordsman. So let me alone learn how powerful you are, Hojo-kun. Please give me your advice."

Hojo Kyosuke was surprised when he heard this. After seeing the two villains Nishimura Ryuta and Iguchi Ryo, he didn't expect there was a good man like Nagase Ichiro.

Very good, good people should be chopped.

He nodded, and his tone softened a little:

"As a compliment to your courage, I will make you lose faster."

"Then I'll thank you in advance." Nagase still smiled honestly.

The fifth generation came forward, but did not announce the start of the competition immediately. Instead, he looked at Hojo Kyosuke and asked again with concern:

"Hojo-kun, do you really not need to rest for a while? As long as you want, you can, I can still make the decision on this matter?"

He was really afraid that his reincarnation founder would be injured.

"It doesn't matter. If it's a competition of this intensity, I can fight all day."

Hojo Kyosuke answered with a smile. He was telling the truth. When did he practice not one against dozens of people? Now it's not even a warm-up. The speed of consuming physical strength can't keep up with the speed of recovery.

"..."

The old man Chiba had a complicated expression. He felt that the young man was still too arrogant. He shook his head and said no more. He was ready to blow the black whistle. If his reincarnated ancestor was in danger of being hit, he would immediately call a timeout and declare a tie.

He took a step back, raised one hand and waved it downwards. With the fluttering of his wide sleeves, the competition began.

Both of them held their swords in the middle position, staring at each other's eyes, body, and sword tip...

Looking over, everything on the center line was what they had to capture. Any movement would become a chance to win.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The two of them were motionless. The air was filled with a solemn and tense atmosphere. Even the swordsmen watching on the sidelines held their breath involuntarily.

Hojo Kyosuke frowned. The strength of Nagase Ichiro on the opposite side was indeed good. His eyeballs did not move for even a moment, let alone blinking. The tip of the sword was also motionless as if it was fixed by a silk thread. The whole person was like petrified, just like now, even if he frowned and thought, Nagase did not take the opportunity to attack.

What is this guy going to do? Is he waiting for me to make the first move? Doesn't he know that if I make the first move, he won't even have the chance to fight back?

In doubt, he asked directly:

"Nagase-san, are you not going to attack?"

Hearing the voice, Nagase Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief. Just a few seconds of confrontation made him exhausted.

Fortunately, he will never attack when talking. This is the unspoken rule agreed upon by swordsmen. After all, kendo is not playing basketball. There is no habit of trash talking. Using such tricks will be despised by others.

After taking a few deep breaths, he spoke in a deep voice:

"After watching the three matches of Nishimura-kun, Daidoji-san, and Iguchi-kun, I am sure of one thing, just as you said, Hojo-kun, you do have a pair of extraordinary magic eyes that can see through all the moves of your opponent."

Hojo Kyosuke's eyebrows trembled, and he asked in confusion:

"So?"

"Facing Hojo-kun who has magic eyes and can predict the enemy in advance, I choose to remain unchanged in the face of all changes!"

Nagase's voice was faintly proud.

He got this inspiration from Miyazaki Masaru. Just like the other party said, he started wrestling directly. At the moment of such a physical fight, he didn't even know what he would do, so how could the other party predict it? Everything is left to the body and the tempered memory! Let the past self and the future self fight back on behalf of the present self!

He is old enough to be Hojo Kyosuke's father. Similarly, his combat experience is several times that of the other party!

This is the key to his victory!

"Yes! If the opponent has the magic eye of foresight, then we can just stay still. If we do nothing, we won't make mistakes!"

"Yes, both Daidoji and Iguchi took the initiative to attack just now, so they lost. Hojo-kun seems to have never taken the initiative to attack once!"

"What about Nishimura?"

"That guy is too bad to be used as an example."

"That's right."

Listening to the words of his peers, even though he is a conservative and upright person, Nagase is still a little proud. He slowly opened his mouth:

"In the tactics of kendo competitions, whether it is the "Kendo Three Firsts" tactics or the sword tip dynamic judgment method, they are all tactics that predict the opponent's actions based on various details to seize the initiative. Hojo-kun must be a master of this, and he has integrated these skills to forge a pair of magic eyes, so he can..."

At this time, Hojo Kyosuke waved his left hand and interrupted impatiently:

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to say, you'd better hurry up, I don't have much patience, and I'm not sure how hard I will hit you when I get angry. "

"..."

Even though he thought he had found a winning method, Nagase Ichiro's scalp still tightened when he heard this. His intuition told him that if he really made Hojo Kyosuke angry, something terrible would definitely happen. Nishimura Ryuta and Iguchi Ryo were examples of this. The polite Daidoji only took one knife, while the two guys were tortured beyond recognition.

He hurriedly said, "Ahem, I want to say, please let Hojo-kun take the first step this time."

"Are you sure?"

Hojo Kyosuke was surprised. Not only him, but also the people of the runaway angel, Mitsuha Miyamizu, and Director Arisugawa all had very strange expressions.

"Haha, I wonder how fast Nagase-kun will admit defeat." Chiba Kenichi laughed softly.

Hearing this, Mitsuha Miyamizu and others who had seen him kneel down and beg for mercy in the dojo last time laughed in tacit understanding.

"Sure, after all, I can't crack Hojo-kun's magic eye, so I can only resort to this last resort." Nagase Ichiro said seriously. This is a rogue tactic. After all, in a formal competition, if both sides wait for the other side to make a move, it is a foul.

"This is really a last resort."

Hojo Kyosuke shook his head and laughed:

"Do you think I let Daidoji and Iguchi make the first move to observe their moves? Find a chance to win?"

Nagase didn't say anything. Not only him, many people think so, because the concept of the three firsts of kendo has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Hahahaha——"

Hojo Kyosuke suddenly laughed:

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know that my kindness would make you misunderstand like this."

He looked at Nagase Ichiro's eyes opposite, and then glanced at the swordsmen on the sidelines, chuckled and said:

"There is only one reason why I chose to defend and counterattack..."

Hojo Kyosuke held the sword with both hands and signaled Nagase Ichiro to start the game. Although the latter was very angry about the broken chapter dog, he immediately adjusted his state and concentrated his spirit.

"Step!"

The sound of explosion rang out, and in the sight of the swordsmen, Hojo Kyosuke instantly turned into a blurred shadow.

Cut down!

Hojo Kyosuke swung his sword so fast that afterimages appeared, and the bamboo sword that Nagase Ichiro protected in front of him was easily cut off like a reed.

With a loud shout, another violent cut, Nagase Ichiro's head was hit by a devastating blow, and the whole person was directly chopped to the ground by the huge force.

"Pa-!"

"Mian!!"

"Pa-!"

Too fast, whether it was the speed of Hojo Kyosuke's advance or the speed of his sword swinging, it was too fast. It was not until Nagase Ichiro was chopped to the ground that the sound of the bamboo swords colliding suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, shaking their hearts and minds.

"So fast!"

Daidoji Masashi took a deep breath, his eyes wide open with shock.

"Too fast!"

He now had only this one thought in his mind, Hojo Kyosuke's speed was really too fast. He was already the top swordsman in the country, but even he couldn't see clearly what Hojo Kyosuke was doing.

"Is that teleportation?"

Kunou Tenyin was still in shock. In his vision, he only saw Hojo Kyosuke taking a step, and then Nagase Ichiro flew out.

Amidst everyone's doubts, a voice slowly rang out in the field:

"I choose to defend, just to give you a chance to attack."

The voice was as clear and bright as the cold wind on the Arctic ice field, gentle but without any temperature, as if it was a god high above the nine heavens.

Everyone was silent. (End of this chapter)