"Uncle, you flatter me. I have only started to really learn about swordsmanship in the last few years, and I am still just beginning to understand it. Please give me your guidance!"
Ning Zhiheng's original intention was not to be too outstanding, but he did not expect that his opponent, Yanagida Kyouge, was too weak and could not even block his attack. It seems that he had overdone it.
Actually, it's not Ning Zhiheng's fault. All along, his opponents have been highly experienced fighters, which has made him overestimate his opponents. Yanagida Kyouge is just a young man who has practiced kendo in the training ground and is not at all accustomed to the strength Ning Zhiheng has shown.
Furthermore, Ning Zhiheng's arm strength was too great. Liu Tianjingye's powerful and heavy chop was easily deflected by Ning Zhiheng, who was not affected at all and immediately entered the counterattack phase, leaving Liu Tianjingye unable to react before being hit.
Fujiwara Hirofumi took the wooden sword from Yanagida Tsuneyoshi. Although he was not young, he had practiced swordsmanship for many years and his physical fitness had not declined. He was experienced and a true master of swordsmanship. Moreover, he was a swordsman with practical combat experience, far superior to the likes of Yanagida Tsuneyoshi.
He gripped the knife in the middle of his hand, and Ning Zhiheng countered with the same grip. The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment. Ning Zhiheng naturally did not launch an attack; he was determined to focus on defense, so he kept his mind calm and remained on guard.
Fujiwara Hirofumi saw through Ning Zhiheng's plan and didn't waste any more time. He suddenly raised his sword with both hands and slashed at Ning Zhiheng's head. The movement was the same as Yanagida Tsuneyoshi's before, but the range of his footwork was much smaller, obviously leaving room for maneuver.
Ning Zhiheng held the knife with both hands and raised it. This time he dared not use too much force to push it away, for fear that too much force would knock the wooden knife out of Fujiwara Hirofumi's hand. He simply blocked it.
At the same time, slide your left foot to the left and move your body away to the left, while still maintaining the relative posture.
Fujiwara Hirofumi's powerful strike felt like hitting a solid piece of steel when his wooden sword struck Ning Zhiheng's wooden sword. His arm went numb, and the opponent's wooden sword didn't even budge.
Fujiwara Hirofumi had never encountered such a situation before. He had not expected Ning Zhiheng's arm strength to be so great, and he was immediately shocked. When they faced each other again, he was highly focused and dared not be negligent in the slightest.
A moment later, Fujiwara Hirofumi once again swung his sword and attacked the center. Ning Zhiheng parried the attack with a sideways movement, but this time Fujiwara Hirofumi had been preparing for a long time, and his subsequent attacks were seamless. His wooden sword launched a continuous barrage of attacks, slashing at Ning Zhiheng from various angles.
Ning Zhiheng reacted swiftly, parrying and blocking with rapid, continuous movements. No matter how fast Fujiwara Hirofumi's sword strikes were, he couldn't advance an inch. Finally, Fujiwara Hirofumi's wooden sword was shaken so badly that he could barely hold it. He swung his sword horizontally and lunged forward, trying to use the momentum to collide with Ning Zhiheng's body and force him to retreat.
However, Ning Zhiheng also held his wooden sword horizontally, crossing it with Fujiwara Hirofumi's wooden sword. His body was as steady as a rock. As soon as they made contact, Fujiwara Hirofumi felt something was wrong, as if he had hit a wall. He had no choice but to retreat again, using his right hand as the center, quickly drawing an arc upward and backward with his sword to retract it and return to the mid-section posture.
The attack was like a storm, and Ning Zhiheng defended from both sides, only defending and not attacking, barely managing to survive the attack.
Everyone was dazzled by the sight. Fujiwara Hirofumi's attack was too fast. All that could be heard was the sound of wooden swords clashing together, and they were quickly separated.
At this moment, Fujiwara Hirofumi felt his hand throbbing as he gripped the sword, and he almost lost his grip on the hilt. This short attack was more strenuous than an hour of training as usual. He sighed and slowly put down the wooden sword.
Everyone was relieved to see that Fujiwara Hirofumi had given up the competition.
Ning Zhiheng quickly put down his wooden sword, stopped wielding it, bowed deeply, and stood respectfully to the side.
Looking at Ning Zhiheng, Fujiwara Hirofumi said with a hint of helplessness, "Zhiren, you don't look particularly robust, but your physical abilities are astonishing. Fighting you is like fighting a machine; it's a huge disadvantage. Alas! I'm getting old; I can't even hold a sword properly anymore. I can't deny that I'm getting old!"
After saying that, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad!
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