The Knightshop at Kassel Academy is a large gym that can accommodate hundreds of people at the same time.

The dark brown solid wood floor is wiped clean and clean, and the light can be seen; there are scrolls with different font contents hanging on the four walls, and each scroll carries a mystery of swords that have been passed down to this day; there are rare swords with sharp edges sealed in the display cabinet in the corner... This place looks like a small kendo museum!

This is the foundation of Kassel Academy, which is completely incomparable to the Sword Hall of the Young People’s Palace! The air seems to be filled with light and shadow, and the sword aura here is so rich that it almost makes the blood in Lu Mingfei’s blood vessels boil a little!

However, what surprised Lu Mingfei was that before he entered the door, he had already heard the harsh sound of the hall. Lu Mingfei could clearly hear that it was the sharp blade cutting through the air at high speed.

But now it is just the entrance season that has not officially started yet. Except for the fact that there are really students who are so diligent in running to the Kendo Hall alone during the holidays to cut the air?

"Before entering the door, I was wondering who was so diligent in swordsmanship. It was you, senior brother." When I opened the Shumen in the inner hall, Lu Mingfei saw the figure in the field sweating profusely in the black swordsmanship at a glance.

"Come?" Chu Zihang did not stop wielding his sword, but instead greeted Lu Mingfei with his back. He looked natural as if he had known for a long time that he would meet Lu Mingfei here.

No one knows his brother, and this principle applies to fellow brothers in the field of kendo.

Chu Zihang did expect Lu Mingfei to come early, and he was sure that he would come! Chu Zihang was also a leader of Lu Mingfei on the sword path. He deeply understood that the latter's perseverance and persistence in this regard were not inferior to him, and he might even be better than him.

What Chu Zihang wanted to cut off was regret and regret, the unbearable cowardice in his memory. A great god stood in the direction he pointed at. This was the reason why he slashed day and night, one knife after another until his thorns were cut into a smooth road!

Then Lu Mingfei must have something he wanted to slash with a knife, and his scabbard must be filled with stubborn thoughts and visions.

As Principal Angers said, there are always roads ahead for young people. If there is a mountain blocking the road, they will cut off the mountains. If there is a water blocking, they will cut off the water. Even if they are bleeding, they will knock on the southern wall in front of them. You can say that they are stubborn, but no one can erase the lion in their hearts!

"The senior brother's movements are more standard, and he has formed a muscle memory."

Looking at Chu Zihang's movements accurately on a horizontal line every time, Lu Mingfei could feel the thick and solemn meaning hidden in the former sword.

"You can already do this before I leave."

Chu Zihang swung his knife for five thousand times in a row, and finally chose to stop and rest for a while. He walked towards Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei handed him a glass of water, and Chu Zihang drank it all in one go.

"Senior brother, I actually put my sword aside for a long time because I was confused. I was not sure where the end of the kendo was, and whether it was hidden in my life's wishes."

"I suddenly realized that practicing on the wrong path is not as good as swinging the sword once on the right path, so I spent a long time thinking about my sword." Lu Mingfei said seriously as he looked at Chu Zihang's side face.

The whole gym fell into silence for a long time.

"I don't know if the path I'm on is correct, but..." After silence, Chu Zihang took the lead in speaking, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Senior Brother." Lu Mingfei interrupted softly, "I thought it through later. Do you want to hear my answer?"

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei's deep and dark eyes and nodded subconsciously.

"Actually, every day we live is to say goodbye to ourselves yesterday. Just like every day we cut one more sword, it is like covering up the shortcomings of one more sword and making our sword more perfect, right?"

Chu Zihang nodded in agreement.

"But there is no perfect sword in the world? Just like who can live a life without shortcomings?"

"There are sorrows in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, and there is no freedom if there is wind or not."

"So my answer is to go fucking the road and fucking regret. When I pick up the knife, I should think about how to cut this knife most comfortably and how to cut the next knife the most easily, instead of sticking to what was wrong with the previous knife, why is it not standard to cut the upper knife..."

"People are born towards the future, not living in the past, senior brother! Every day I just think about how to make up for the regrets of yesterday. When you look back on the past, you will only have regrets left in your life, full of regrets!"

Chu Zihang's eyes were low, silent, and his memories were wandering around that cold rainy night.

After Lu Mingfei finished speaking, he stood up, put the Authentic Guanshi in the corner, picked up two bamboo knives on the kendo rack, threw one to Chu Zihang, and held one in his hand.

"Senior brother, come and fight!"

After Chu Zihang was slightly stunned, he looked at Lu Mingfei deeply. Then he let out a long breath of turbid breath as if he had figured out something, and got up and bent down to pick up the bamboo knife.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang stepped on the solid wood floor and moved his station and said softly.

"No need to thank you, senior brother, let's talk with a knife!" Lu Mingfei said loudly.

The two young men each held a bamboo-jointed wooden knife wrapped in nylon rope, stood in the north and south, simply respected each other, and then started a war!

There is no saying of courtesy in the battle, even for the fellow kendo brothers.

So Chu Zihang moved, and his movements were very sudden, wrong, and it should be said that there was even a hint of abruptness. Generally speaking, the duel between swordsmen will be based on the prelude of a certain wedge, for example, one side reveals a flaw, or looks at each other to destroy the other's momentum. Whoever has the momentum is the first to be depressed, whoever is likely to become the one who has been cut off his head and dies in the next moment!

But Chu Zihang did not wait. He just saluted and started to move without thinking. That was a pure opportunity. Chu Zihang's actions were unexpected but reasonable.

His well-proportioned body burst out with explosive power that was completely incompatible with his body, and rushed towards Lu Mingfei like an adult lion. At this moment, the wooden sword seemed to turn into the sharpest minion of the lion. The desire and surging of fighting were hidden in the tip of the knife, waiting for the opponent to resist his slash.

"Good come!"

Lu Mingfei cried out. His strong muscles, which were comparable to Chu Zihang's, were almost tense in an instant. The blood in his body boiled wildly, and his fighting spirit was almost substantial.

Bang!

With a huge crisp sound, the two bamboo swords bent at an exaggerated angle. The tough blade body has almost reached the extreme deformation due to the collision of two huge forces. It seems that one more step forward, one of the bamboo swords will crack and break in half.

But neither Lu Mingfei nor Chu Zihang would step back. For these two proud brothers, the battle between swordsmanship with strength is no different from defeat. Their swordsmanship implements the same and pure concept.

Attack and advance, and move forward; move forward and keep the loser speechless!
Chapter completed!