I Am In Marvel Chapter 103: Master of swordsmanship?
"The sword hall is not open to external development recently, please don't approach it at will!"
"Who is it? Is there an invitation?"
As soon as Kyle approached the grand front entrance of the swordsmanship gym, his black suit was particularly eye-catching. Two young men in white kimonos and wooden swords guarding the door took a step forward, stretched out their hands to intercept and made a warning sound.
"Tell your museum owner." Kyle smiled faintly, walked up the steps without stopping, and said calmly: "Just say it. American Kyle, come and challenge."
American Kyle?
The two young men took a breath and looked at each other, with horrified expressions on each other's faces.
After all, it was just one night, and the entire Tokyo felt like a magnitude 10 earthquake, causing the whole country to panic as if they were facing a powerful enemy, a man who was said to be a "demon".
The Emperor of Risang publicly condemned his crimes last night in his residence. Countless armed soldiers were conducting a comprehensive search in Tokyo. As a result, such an uninvited guest came to their Kensect Gym?
Kyle maintained a leisurely pace. Every time he took a step forward, the two gatekeepers took a few steps back. When he reached the main entrance, the gatekeepers rushed into the gym in panic, exclaiming as they walked. Shout:
"It's Kyle from the American Empire! He's here!"
"The devil who destroyed the air force base and threatened the emperor last night is here!"
"Here comes someone quickly!!"
In just a short while, dozens of young men dressed as swordsmanship disciples rushed out of the gym, holding sharp swords and kicking on wooden clogs.
But when they rushed within three meters of Kyle, they collectively stopped. Their faces were solemn and vigilant, and they did not dare to approach forward. They faced each other with swords and kept a safe distance.
Kyle didn't even look at them. He walked inwardly and calmly, surrounded by people holding swords, and soon entered the main hall of the main gym.
More and more swordsmanship disciples gathered around him, from dozens to hundreds. They surrounded Kyle inside and outside, but no one moved with him without making a move.
Fortunately, the gym hall is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people practicing swordsmanship at the same time. The wooden floor is as smooth as new, and the inner walls are equipped with shelves for practicing wooden swords. In the center is a huge plaque written in ink.
‘Shinto Wu Nian School’
As one of the cornerstones of Bushido, the Shinto Muken-ryu, which masters high-end swordsmanship, is now ranked among the top ten kendo schools inherited by Risang. Although it is not the strongest in the industry, it is the current one. The authority of the kendo school with the largest number of disciples.
Now during the war, the people in the gym are all inner disciples, and there are hundreds of them!
"Get out of the way and let the challenging guests come in."
With a group of people surrounding him, Kyle walked into the hall of the gym. Before he could take a closer look at the situation inside, an old and energetic voice came from the hall.
Hearing this, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples uniformly dressed in white kimonos dispersed respectfully and silently, making way for a spacious and ample space.
At this time, Kyle finally saw the scene inside clearly. He could see an old man in kendo uniform sitting in the center of the main hall floor, and a beautiful woman in kimono kneeling beside him.
"Are you the current kendo master of the Shinto Wu Nian sect?" Kyle lowered his head and looked down with an obviously disappointed expression, which made hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him look sulky.
This intruder is really too rampant! Who in Risang Tokyo doesn't know "Jian Lao", a master of swordsmanship who is old but not old, even if ten young adults come forward, he will easily knock him down with his wooden sword.
"Did the guests come all the way here really for the challenge?" Jian Lao asked softly without the slightest anger, with the demeanor of an expert cultivator.
"It's very simple. I want to erase the name of your Shinto Wu Nian sect today. Of course, you are only the first one. There are more than 40 kendo sects representing Bushido in Risang Tokyo. I will also remove them. Drop it." Kyle said with a shrug, as if he was about to do something very easy and normal.
"The guest's murderous aura is very strong, and his tone is not small." Jian Lao waved his hand. The woman next to him understood his meaning, stood up elegantly, and took down a bottle from the shelf under the plaque. The sword with the scabbard on the handle was brought to his side.
Kyle didn't stop him either. He wanted to see the level of swordsmanship that Risang admired and inherited.
Sword Master Shi Ran stood up, unsheathed his sharp sword, and pointed it forward at Kyle with a cold light, "As an outsider invading our country, you are a challenger to the gym. First, you threaten His Majesty the Emperor, and now you want to destroy it. A swordsmanship school that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Now that you are here, don’t even think about leaving here!”
As if Kyle did not hear the threat, he glanced at the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him and suggested, "Why don't you all come together?"
Jian Lao hesitated, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, his slender and deep eyes filled with coldness, "You underestimate me?!"
Kyle shook his head and explained: "I'm not just looking down on you, I'm looking down on everyone present."
As soon as these words came out, the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the hall were so angry that they almost rushed over with their swords. The reason why they didn't rush out was that the sword master couldn't help but take action!
I saw Jianlao kicking forward and sprinting forward, just as fast as a healthy young man. When he was close to the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, he jumped up with a kick.
The other person was in the air, raised his hands back with force, and swung the sword down fiercely. The sharp blade cut across a semicircle, trying to cut Kyle in half from the top of his head down!
Jian Lao's speed was too fast, and his smooth movements of swinging the sword were even more clean and neat, causing all the disciples in the hall to exclaim in excitement, and the kimono-clad woman also smiled.
That's true. Kyle remained motionless, as if he was frightened by Jian Lao's sword attack, and had no intention of avoiding the slashing sword.
Looking at ~IndoMTL.com~, swordsmanship disciples can almost imagine a **** scene in their minds: the opponent's body is symmetrically divided into two halves, and the blood from the internal organs is spilled all over the floor.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, the sword master's sword slash was left with a cold afterimage. At the moment when it was about to touch the body, Kyle raised his right hand and stretched out like lightning, holding the sword with his thumb and index finger. Sharp...
The sword fell on the right palm protected by the vibranium arm guard and the venom leather coat. There was no sound at all. It was slashing sharply a second ago, but it stopped inexplicably.
Empty-handed? No, this is a scene of strange power and chaos that surpasses thousands of skills.
The swordsmanship disciples were stunned, and the silence in the gym hall could be heard as the needle dropped.
What was even more shocking was Jian Lao at this time. He looked at the right hand that caught his sword in disbelief. He clenched the hilt of the sword with shame, anger and fear. He tried all his strength, but he still couldn't pull the sword away from Kyle's hand.
"You, how did you do that?" Jian Lao let go of his sword in horror. You know, he has practiced high-speed slashing for decades, but he can easily cut down even a tree with a big mouth!
"The frog at the bottom of the well." Kyle said indifferently in Japanese. He already understood this distance. The so-called sword old man only had a rare green ability card [True Shinto Wu Nian Sword Mastery].
And in the three seconds he spoke, he had already drawn the card from the old man's hand.
"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, punching his left fist forward, with hunting wind pressure on the end of the fist, and it landed quickly on Jian Lao's slightly thin body.
Twelve times the punch of a human!
‘Bang! ’
As if hit by a high-speed car, Jian Lao flew out like a kite, his body rolling across the hall in a parabola, and he landed heavily on the genre plaque ten meters away.