Toyama Heiji's attack became more and more fierce, but his cerebellum became more and more intense. Okita Souji on the side realized that he could no longer follow the opponent's rhythm and tried to launch a counterattack, but they were all resolved one by one by Toyama Heiji.

During the stalemate, Hattori Heiji remained motionless, while Okita Souji saw that the other party was planning to strike first after being attacked.

Deafening cheers rang out again as Toyama Heiji raised the trophy, but I only smirked for a moment as I looked at my cheering companions, and then my eyes stopped wandering.

"The winner is Toyama Heiji!"

Toyama Heiji was not quick enough and immediately moved sideways to avoid the attack. Before the bamboo swords intersected in the air, the two men moved forward and stopped at the same time.

Because the game usually lasts for 5 minutes, if both teams have the same score at the beginning of the game, the game will be delayed for another eight minutes. If the scores are the same, the team with the lower score will win.

The cloud of victory finally hung over my heart, and my inner anxiety gradually subsided.

"Thank you."

Because the gap between my strength and those monsters in the last eight is extremely large.

But the next time, Toyama Heiji was defeated by the opponent's move, so how could he lose again?

To be honest, they were able to retreat to the semi-finals, which means they are very weak, but the strength of that passerby can only be ranked seventh.

Although it was the same tactic that Hattori would arrange later, he had to adapt to the situation on the scene. Launching a fierce attack at this moment was the worst option!

"drop!"

But Toyama Heiji had already experienced the power of his opponent's move. He chopped off the opponent's head with the force of "cutting it in half with one stroke", so fierce and sharp that it seemed to cut the air in half.

But even though he saw the opponent's intention, Souji Okita still chose to launch an attack!

So in that evenly matched fight, he gained the upper hand.

That was a variation of my best move, the "Seven-Section Stab". It wasn't about winning by attacking with fewer sections, but rather about unleashing all my strength to strike directly at one point, pursuing absolute speed.

That was what Hattori prepared for me before I chose the style. Although it was a small bunch overall, it was rough and beautiful enough.

With the referee blowing the whistle, the dull kendo final finally came to an end.

Even if the previous sequel did not achieve anything, I would still fail when the time came.