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"Recently, the sword hall has not been developed to the outside world, please don't approach it at will!"

"Who? Is there an invitation letter?"

Kyle just approached the grand main entrance of the swordsmanship gym, and the black battle suit was particularly conspicuous. The two young men in white kimonos and wooden long swords who were guarding the door stepped forward and stretched out their hands to intercept them.

"Tell your pavilion owner." Kyle smiled lightly, walked up the steps without stopping, and said calmly, "Just say it. Medi Kyle, come to challenge."

Medi Kyle?

The two young men gasped and looked at each other, each with a look of horror on each other's faces.

After all, it was only one night, and it made the entire Tokyo feel like a tenth-magnitude earthquake occurred, causing the whole country to panic like a great enemy, a man who is said to be a 'devil'.

The emperor of Risang publicly denounced his crimes last night at the mansion. Countless armed soldiers were conducting a comprehensive search in the Tokyo city area. As a result, such an uninvited guest came to their sword sect gym?

Kyle kept his unhurried pace. Every time he took a step forward, the two door guards took a few steps back. When he reached the main entrance, the door guard rushed into the gym in a panic, exclaiming as he walked:

"It's Kyle of the American Emperor! Here he is!"

"The devil who destroyed the air base and threatened the Emperor last night came to us!"

"Come on people!!"

But after a while, in the gym, dozens of young people dressed as swordsmanship disciples, holding a sharp sword in their hands, kicked and stepped out of the clogs.

But when they rushed to within three meters of Kyle, they all stopped in their tracks, their faces were solemn and vigilant, and they did not dare to approach, and they kept a safe distance with their swords.

Kyle didn't even look at them, and walked in indifferently and calmly, moving in the siege of the sword-wielding crowd, and soon stepped into the main hall of the main gymnasium.

There were more and more swordsmanship disciples surrounding him, from dozens to hundreds of people. They surrounded Kyle inside and out, but no one followed the movement without making a move.

Fortunately, the hall of the gymnasium is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people to learn 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 with ink.

'Shinto no-mind school'

Now, representing one of the cornerstones of Bushido, the Shinto no-mind-style mastering high-end swordsmanship can rank in the top ten among the kendo schools handed down by Risang. Although it is not the strongest in the industry, it has the largest number of disciples today. The authority on the kendo genre.

Today, during the war, the people in the gym are still inner disciples, and there are hundreds of people!

"Get out of the way and let the challenging guests come in."

Surrounded and followed by a group of people, Kyle walked into the hall of the gymnasium. Before taking a careful look at the internal situation, an old and energetic voice came from the hall.

Hundreds of swordsmanship disciples dressed in uniform white kimonos heard the words, respectfully and silently spread out, making way for a spacious and ample space.

At this time, Kyle finally saw the inner scene clearly. It could be seen that an old man in a kendo suit was sitting in the center of the floor of the main hall, and a beautiful woman in kimono was kneeling beside him.

"You are the current kendo patriarch of the Shinto no-mind school?" Kyle looked down and looked down, clearly showing a disappointed expression, which made the faces of hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him look sullen.

This intruder is really rampant! Who in Risang Tokyo doesn't know "Sword Old", old but not old, the master of swordsmanship, even ten young adults who come forward, will be easily brought down by him with a wooden sword.

"The guest came from afar, is it really for the challenge?" Jian Lao asked softly without the slightest anger, with the demeanor of a master cultivating a master.

"It's very simple. Today, I want to erase the name of your Shinto no-mind school. Of course, you are only the first. There are more than 40 kendo schools representing Bushido in Risang Tokyo, and I will also get rid of them." Kyle shrugged and said, as if to do a very easy and ordinary thing.

"The guest's killing aura is very heavy, and the tone is not small." Jian Lao waved his hand, and the woman beside him understood what he meant, got up gracefully and went back, took off a sword with a sword on the shelf under the plaque The scabbard sword was brought to his side.

Kyle didn't stop him either. He really wanted to see that Risang respected the level of swordsmanship handed down.

The old swordsman Shi Shiran got up, the sharp sword was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and he pointed forward to Kayle, "You are an outsider who invaded our country, a challenger to the gym. First, you threatened His Majesty the Emperor, and now you want to destroy hundreds of inheritances. Years of swordsmanship, don't even think about leaving here since you're here!"

Kyle didn't hear the threat, glanced at the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around, and suggested, "Why don't you go together?"

Jian Lao was stagnant, clenching the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his slender and deep eyes with a cold glow, "You underestimate me?!"

Kyle shook his head and explained, "I'm not just underestimating you, I'm underestimating everyone present."

As soon as these words came out, the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the hall almost rushed over with their swords in anger.

I saw Jian Lao sprinting forward, only faster or slower than the healthy young man. When he approached the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, the pedal jumped up.

The others were in the air, their hands were raised back with energy, and they violently slashed the Taidao down. The sharp blade crossed a semi-circular arc, cutting Kyle in half from the top of his head!

Old Jian's speed was too fast, and the smooth movement of swinging his sword was even more neat, causing all the disciples in the hall to exclaim with excitement, and the woman in kimono also smiled.

Indeed. Kyle was motionless, as if he was frightened by the swordsmanship that Jian Lao broke out, and he had no intention of avoiding the slashing sword.

The swordsmanship disciples watched and could almost imagine in their minds the bloody scene where the opponent's body was symmetrically divided into two halves, and the blood of the internal organs was scattered all over the place.

Under the eyes of everyone's expectations, Jian Lao's Taidao Chopping took a cold afterimage. At the moment when he was about to touch his body, Kyle's right hand was raised and stretched out like lightning, and his thumb and forefinger grabbed the tip of the sword...

The Taidao fell on the right palm protected by the Zhenjin armguard and the venom leather jacket. There was no sound at all. The sharp slash a second ago stopped inexplicably and steadily.

Empty-handed into the blade? No, this is a scene of chaotic power that surpasses a thousand skills.

The swordsmanship disciples were stunned, and the silent needle drop in the hall of the gym could be heard.

What is even more shocking is the old Jian at this time. He looked at the right hand that caught his own sword in disbelief, clenched the hilt in shame and fear, exerted all his strength, but still couldn't pull the sword away from Kyle's hand.

"How, how did you do it?" Jian Lao let go of the sword in horror. You must know that 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 knew the distance. The so-called Jian Lao only had a rare green ability card of [True Shinto Wu Nian Sword Mastery].

"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, punching his left fist forward, the fist with hunting wind pressure, quickly fell on Jian Lao's slightly thin body.

Twelve times the boxing of a human!

'Boom! ’

As if being hit by a high-speed car, Jian Lao 'flyed' out like a kite dropped off the line, his body rolled over a parabola in the hall, and smashed heavily on the genre plaque ten meters away.