Li Xuehao obtained a signature, but the one written on it is different from Yuko Sawai. After all, he is a strange man, so it is not convenient to use such a intimate tone. There is only one normal sentence: "Give it to Hiroki Jun, I wish you success in your studies, Yoko." His sportswear with the high school school logo easily exposed his identity as a high school student.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Li Xuehao thanked and put away the signature.

The young Princess Yoko smiled slightly, a little stiff, because she could feel that the boy didn't want her signature very much.

Yuko Sawai was very excited and grabbed someone's hand and was very excited. She had a princess signature and could show off in front of her friends when she went back.

I didn't wait long in the private dojo. Mizuho Sawai and Miho Honma appeared. They wore a full set of protective gear, not using bamboo knives, but wooden knives. In comparison, wooden knives are more like real knives and have greater lethality.

"The game is so boring. Sister Sawai, how about our unlimited game?" As others watched the game, the two walked to the middle of the dojo, and Mibo Honma suggested.

The so-called unlimited means giving up the rules of kendo competitions and fighting casually, without a referee calling a stop or scoring points. As long as it is a kendo method, you can continue to fight.

"No problem." Sawai Ryu, wearing a face, couldn't see her expression, but judging from her relaxed tone, she obviously prefers this kind of fighting style without restraint.

"So, please give me some advice!" Honma Mibo bowed, and Mizuko Sawai returned a greeting.

Next, the competition officially begins.

The two quickly fought into a group, and the sounds of wooden swords intersecting were endless.

"Kakukkakukkakukkaku..."

A series of crisp sounds sounded in the dojo, and the two people in the field were getting faster and faster, making it almost difficult to see the action of slashing and stabbing.

Honma Shinichiro nodded slightly when he saw it, as if he was relieved.

Princess Yoko was dazzled and enchanted. She was also a sword practitioner, but her talent was a little less. Seeing the two people fighting on the field, she had a blush on her face, clenched her fists with her hands, and trembled gently, just like she was fighting on the field herself.

The handsome man beside her frowned, as if he was not used to such a scene, or even with a hint of disdain, he probably never saw it. He just glanced at Princess Yoko beside him, and his face suddenly became solemn and he restrained his disdain.

"Come on, sister!" Yuko Sawai waved her little hand. Although she was often bullied by her sister, she would of course stand on her sister's side when facing outsiders.

The two people on the field were unaware of each other. They only had each other in their eyes. After a while of fighting, they became increasingly fierce.

"Kakukkakukkakukkaku..."

"Hiss-hiss--"

Two sounds of cleavage sounded almost at the same time, and the cuffs of the kendo tops on both sides were cut by wooden knives, and the long crack was more than one foot long.

The crack is smooth and smooth, without a thread, just like being cut by a sharp blade. If this is cut on a person, a bloody mouth will definitely be indispensable. You know, both of them are holding round and blunt wooden knives, but their power is not inferior to that of real knives.

Because both sides felt that the attack was successful, both of them stopped and made a mid-stage posture.

"Senior Sister Sawai, I'm going to be serious next." Miho Honma said in a stern voice after looking at each other's cuffs.

"So too." Mizusa Sawai also said seriously.

After the words came to an end, "Swoosh~" and "Swoosh~" two sounds, both sides rushed towards each other quickly at the same time, fighting again, as if they had repeated the previous battle.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that this is different from the moment, because the "crack" sound of the intersecting wooden swords has changed, from the crispness of the past to the current ones. The power used by the two has been strengthened. If the wooden swords were not of good quality, they would probably have cracked.

The bystanders also watched intently, because the two figures in the field were getting faster and faster, just like the duels in the movie, but the movie was false, and the scene in front of them was real.

Li Xuehao rubbed Yuko Zei's mushroom head beside him. The girl stopped calling for help because she was starting to worry about her sister. She clenched her fists tightly and stared at the field motionlessly.

He was not worried about Sawai Mizuki. Technically, she was similar to Honma Miho, and in terms of qi and blood, the two were similar, and there was no obvious gap.

But it is almost the same all the time, not exactly the same. Because of how many years older, Miho Honma has much longer strength than Miho Honma. As long as time goes on, she will eventually win.

"Click!" "Click!"

"Hiss-" "Hiss-"

"Squee—" "Squee—"

The more the two sides fought to the critical moment, the more colors they hung on their bodies. Not long after, the two men's kendo tops were basically hung on them except for the places where they were protected by protective gear. Even the skull below had torn apart a few holes.

Not to mention the protective gear, there are spots on it, all of which are cut or stabbed by wooden knives.

The cloth strips flew, and the debris dispersed all over the floor.

"Master, do they still have to fight?" Princess Yoko was a little worried about the safety of the two of them on the court. She originally thought that there would be no danger in wearing protective gear in the kendo competition, but now she looked at it, obviously taking it for granted.

"Well, I won't stop until the winner is decided." Honma Shinichiro nodded, looking at the field, his expression became much more serious before, "Your Highness asks Yoko, neither of them will hurt each other."

"That's good." Princess Yoko felt relieved when she heard Master Sword Saint say this. Although the game still made her feel a little scared.

As time goes by, both sides slowed down, mainly because after a large amount of consumption in a short period of time, their physical strength has dropped greatly.

However, Mizuki Sawai was better, and at this time her advantage was truly exerted. A series of attacks made Mipo Honma only have the power to parry but not the power to fight back.

"Click!" With the last crisp sound, Sawai Mizuki slashed the wooden knife in Miho Honma's hand, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at her throat.

"I lost!" Honma Mibo admitted defeat very neatly. Although she was still a little unwilling to give up until now, if she failed, she would fail and there was no reason to find her.

"Thank you." Sawai Miu took off the noodles, but she actually didn't feel anything to be proud of. In terms of strength, the two were about the same. If she hadn't been a few years older and had her physical advantage, she might not be the opponent of the other party.

"But Senior Sister Sawai, I want to ask you for another competition next year." Although she admitted defeat, Mibo Honma believed that the gap between her was not big, so she agreed to fight again a year later. Perhaps she thought she could defeat it at that time.

"Yes." Sawai Mizu agreed. She knew what the junior sister was thinking, but she didn't think the other party could defeat her in a year. You know, she would also improve herself.

"That's what it's decided." Honma Mibo said with a smile.

Both sides bowed to each other again and came to the scene.

"Matsu, although I haven't watched your game, if you can eliminate Shitani from Terao High School, your strength will definitely not be too bad. I'll be waiting for you in the final." Miho Honma came to someone, saying as if he was joking but seemed to be very serious.

This made the eyes of the people next to him focus on the person she was talking about. Perhaps a little surprised that this young man could do kendo and could participate in the national competition, so his strength should not be bad. Honma Shinichiro originally looked over with a smile, but he didn't know what he found, but his eyes suddenly changed, as if he had seen something incredible.

Li Xuehao ignored the surprise of the people around him, looked at Honma Mibo calmly and said, "Okay."

Sawai Ryu, who was beside him, did not say anything. She would not say that someone's strength was stronger than her. If you said it first, it would be meaningless. When the two sides compete, it would be more interesting.

Since the competition has ended, everyone is ready to go back to the previous living room, and Li Xuehao and the other two are about to say goodbye.

At this time, Honma Shinichiro spoke, and pointed at him directly: "Young man, please stay."

Li Xuehao was slightly stunned, and it would be a bit surprised that the other party would call him.

"You are practicing kendo too?" Before he could speak, Honma Shinichiro asked again.

"Grandpa, I am the same as me, but the representative of the high school student Kendo National Competition, how could he not be able to Kendo?" said Miho Honma on the side.

"No, I don't doubt he can kendo." Honma Shinichiro shook his head and stared at the boy in front of him. "What I wonder is that for the first time in decades, I can't see a person clearly. It seems to be covered by a layer of fog. This feeling is very strange."

"Grandpa, are you going to make your illusory statement again?" Honma Mibo glanced a little. Since his grandpa started a few years ago, he has liked to say inexplicable words that are incomprehensible.

But Shinichiro Honma ignored this granddaughter whom he usually loved, and still stared at the boy and said, "Young man, can you answer this confusion for me?"

Li Xuehao also looked at this burly old man who was known as the world's No. 1 Sword Saint. After the other party stood up, he was not inferior to him at all, and he was even slightly taller. This was simply incredible for the 108-year-old man. However, it was not surprising that he knew that the other party had stepped into the threshold of Tao and could maintain his body's vitality, but he could vaguely sense the breath of his body, which was really unexpected.

"Mr. Honma, maybe we can understand why you are confused after a little discussion." He would not say any illusions, that was disrespectful to the other party. After the competition, I believe that the other party will know why he is in a fog.

"Bold, Shima, you are so rude..." Honma Shiichiro was still surprised by his answer, but Mibo Honma had already stared at him fiercely. She learned from a long time ago that so many people came to challenge her grandfather, but she just took the title of "No. 1 in the world" and thought that if she defeated her grandfather, she would become famous from now on. That kind of person was really annoying to her. She didn't expect that this guy who originally looked very pleasing to the eye also had this idea.

"Mibo, don't be impatient." Honma Shinichiro put his hand on his granddaughter's shoulder. "Maybe things are not what you think. This boy, he has no malice."

"Even so, I shouldn't say that." Mibo Honma was still a little embarrassed and glared at someone and said, "True, if you apologize now, I will forgive your rude behavior."

"Mr. Honma, Koji had no intention of offending." Seeing that things had developed to this extent, Sawai Miu hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, but she also hesitated a little, "Actually, if possible, I would also like to see Mr. Honma and Koji's exchange."

"Senior Sister Sawai?" Miho Honma frowned tightly, as if he couldn't believe it, even she said such words.

"In fact, Koji's strength is even stronger than me, much stronger." Sawai Miu continued, not caring about the little thoughts he had before at this time - for example, watching a junior sister's excitement in the national competition.

"How is this possible?" Mibo Honma, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but exclaim. After a year of hard practice and grandfather's guidance, she didn't even take Shibata Yukishi, who defeated her last year, seriously, but now someone told her that among the high school students, there were people who were stronger than her, who really couldn't believe or accept it.

Although Honma Shinichiro was also a little surprised, he thought of his confusion, but he did not doubt and even looked forward to it: "Young man, I accept your challenge."

"Grandpa?" Mipo Honma couldn't believe it.

"Master?" Princess Yoko was worried about anything.

"Mibo, take this young man to change his protective gear." Honma Shinichiro shook his head at them. In fact, he didn't know why he felt a feeling of blood boiling that had disappeared for decades. He had a vague premonition that seemed to have solved the feeling of why this young man seemed to give him a layer of fog, and the bottleneck that had troubled him for several years would be possible to break through in one fell swoop.

"The protective gear doesn't need to be replaced." Li Xuehao glanced at Honma Miho, who was still unresponsive, and then looked at Honma Shinichiro, "For those who have reached a certain level of strength, protective gear can't play a protective role at all, and it will even hinder its performance. What do you think, Mr. Honma?"

"That's right." Honma Shinichiro's eyes were bright, as if they were admiring, and as if they were relieved. "I haven't seen such a courageous young man for a long time, so we will fight naked."

The naked body here does not mean wearing nothing, but rather not wearing protective gear.

"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded and reached out to take the wooden knife from Sawai Green's hand that looked bumpy because of the violent attacks before.

Honma Shinichiro also took the wooden knife from his granddaughter. When he was about to enter the venue, Li Xuehao glanced at the people next to him and suddenly said, "The place here is too small. Mr. Honma, how about we change to a larger place?"
Chapter completed!