After the salute, Ashinamo stood there and took out a Persian Omani scimitar from his back. The scabbard was inlaid with various cat's-eye gems and diamonds, and the surface of the scabbard was painted with exquisite flower and fish patterns.

He didn't care at all about the rules of fighting with bamboo swords in the kendo gym. For the competition, of course, he should choose the weapon he was most comfortable with and just have a real fight with a real sword.

"bass!"

The clang sound of the scimitar being unsheathed was heard, and the sharp silver body of the blade was plated with dark golden patterns, and the evil spirit spread over it. It was like a crescent moon hanging high in the sky for nine days, mysterious and cold.

Ashinamo covered the scimitar with his right hand, raised both hands together and then slashed it down quickly, just like the crescent moon falling from the sky. His sharp edge was about to cut through many obstacles and split open the slender and handsome young man in front of him.

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"clang!"

Li Longyuan stood on the same spot, neither advancing nor retreating. He just held Tai'a with one hand, raised the scabbard, and blocked the falling scimitar. The seemingly invincible blade could only stagnate there, and nothing happened after that.

Make some progress.

The tough-faced Ashinamo raised his head in surprise, and saw a pair of clear but cold eyes staring at him.

The simple scabbard moves over the sharp blade, emitting a unique metallic vibrating sound, like a clang.

Immediately afterwards, Li Longyuan quickly moved his left hand, turned the scabbard across his chest, and hit Ashinamo directly in the chest.

"snort."

The man groaned and stepped back.

But he had no intention of giving up. He was as resilient and strong as a hungry wolf on the grassland.

Ashinamo once again swung the scimitar from his waist. This time, the crescent moon scimitar spread rapidly across the cross-section at this height. The sharp blade tore through the air and even let out a faint scream.

His momentum was so strong, it was as if he was about to chop the young man in front of him in half.

However, Li Longyuan just held the hilt of the Rumo sword again, and Tai'a, which was attached to the scabbard, fell vertically and blocked the looming arc of the sword. The scimitar that suddenly accelerated was eventually blocked from the sword.

This time, the students watching the battle clearly saw the red sparks that exploded on the black gilt scabbard, splashing and flying.

I also heard it clearly, it was like the clash of flints, and like the explosion of a meteorite falling to the ground.

Tai'a, Tai'a, at this moment, this sword is standing in front of the handsome young man. It is more like Mount Tai, one of the five famous mountains, falling. It is so heavy that it cannot be shaken.

Ashinamo's eyes clearly showed panic or panic. He had already used all his strength to pull out these two swords. The speed, power and force were as high as he could perform.

.

But he was just blocked like this, just so easily restrained.

Ashinamo's eyes suddenly became firm again. He could lose, but he couldn't lose so easily.

So he held the exquisitely crafted Persian scimitar with both hands, raised it and struck Li Longyuan's lower jaw. This time, it was like the moon in the sea rising back to the sky and waxing its first quarter.

The young man in green shirt smiled slightly and took a step back when facing the blade.

At this step, the bright silver scimitar passed by the tip of his strong nose, and the sharp energy filled the air.

While retreating, Li Longyuan just tapped the hilt of Tai'a sword with his left hand, and the slender ancient sword flew out with the scabbard, like an arrow leaving the string.

The hilt of the sword touched Ashinamo's chest, and he staggered back a few steps again. He just slashed out the third sword, but did not use it again.

He knew that he had lost. If the ancient sword was unsheathed, he would turn into a corpse at this moment.

The appropriate and warm applause erased all the challenger's disappointment or embarrassment. Ashinamo walked back to the crowd in the student union and sat down silently without saying a word.

Although he only failed in three moves, he was still able to learn many practical things from this challenge.

Many times, the meaning of idols or role models is to point out a practical direction for these tourists who are stuck on their journey.

"Next."

The young man in an ancient green robe with wide sleeves and cloud patterns smiled and pressed his sword, shouting lazily and casually.

But anyone who looks at him like this will feel a tremble in their heart, this guy must be in a mood.

"Pfft..."

"boom!"

"Snapped……"

One after another, the challengers were defeated and collapsed on the wooden floor in embarrassment.

They were either slapped with scabbards, kicked with feet, or hit in the face with fists, whatever was most convenient for them.

More and more members of the Student Union and Lionheart Club are participating in this challenge with pain and joy.

They also discovered more and more the dark side of Li Yongyuan.

Most of the students from Kassel College who used to have pretty faces were now red and blue, and some of their eye sockets were even blown black. Considering their physiques, they could only be regarded as minor injuries, but they went out with these panda eyes.

It's too embarrassing.

"Is there anyone else?"

Li Yongyuan was still holding Tai'a, and seemed to be squeezing his wrists a little weakly, showing a look of exhaustion.

But the lessons of blood and tears taught them that this guy is just pretending. As long as a challenger comes on the stage, he will immediately become more energetic.

In the student union, Caesar's secretary was shrinking back with some fear. She had never challenged anyone before, and looking at the current situation, there was absolutely no need to compete.

"Don't cry, everyone. This little injury will disappear in a few days, but the experience learned can help you better save your lives in your future dragon-slaying career."

Li Longyuan said with some hatred, as if he suspected that they did not understand his good intentions.

"Then Mr. Li, what would you do if someone slapped you in the face?"

Someone had the courage to ask.

"I will cut off this guy's head, even if it's a dragon."

Li Longyuan looked at the man and responded with a somewhat sinister smile.

The entire kendo hall immediately fell into silence, even whispering was not allowed.

Master Hirata Tsuji stood aside, his legs trembling slightly under his loose kimono. He was not a young man with a gentle personality, but more like an out-and-out monarch.

Everything you do depends on your mood, even if you can't directly advise him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! During the whole competition, there is no room for the master to comment. Even if you say "no", those calm eyes look over, Hirata Tsugumi will

Turn the thousands of words in your heart into one word "good" and slowly spit it out.

Caesar stood up in time with Dicrado in his arms. He was still wearing the white formal suit, but it could not hide his chest muscles. His figure was not inferior to that of a bodybuilding champion, and he was full of strength.

All the challengers who are willing to take part in the student union have come forward. Now it is his turn as the president to take action.

But Chu Zihang was still holding the dark and slender sword Murasame, and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

But everyone who knows him well knows that whenever Chu Zihang tries his best, Chu Zihang will do this to focus his mind.

Li Longyuan smiled softly and raised his hand slightly. The Tai'a sword was half an inch out of its sheath, and the cold light shone brightly.

Caesar also pulled out the half-meter-long Dickrado, his eyes were like those of a hunting lion. How he lost in the beginning was how he was going to win back now.

But the executive officers in long black trench coats swarmed in and put an end to the unfinished battle.

"Freshman Li Longyuan, Chu Zihang, sophomore Caesar Gattuso, the executive department will temporarily recruit you."

The members of the executive department wearing black sunglasses coolly opened the doors on both sides and said to the two people who were fighting with swords inside.

Li Longyuan raised his eyebrows, and pushed Tai'a, who was half an inch out of the sheath, back into the sheath with his backhand.

The cold young man who had closed his eyes to rest his mind opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at these executive department specialists without saying a word.

"Please move to the subway station. There will be a flight departing from Chicago Airport to London in one hour."

The executive department commissioner informed again and led the team to leave.

"I haven't said yet whether I am willing or not."

Caesar shrugged jokingly, even if it was a temporary call-up, he might refuse.

But he won't refuse, no matter what angle he considers.

Caesar was just dissatisfied with this man's attitude.

"London? It's a nice place."

Li Longyuan gently rubbed the hilt of the sword, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"Today's competition ends here, everyone goes back first."

Chu Zihang, who was always steady in his work, turned around and spoke to the students around him. They all nodded in agreement, and then like a thief, he hid his face and ran out of the kendo hall path.

"Perhaps your reputation in Cassel College will be even better in the future."

The ice-faced young man sighed helplessly at this moment, and he could not understand the change in Li Longyuan's temperament.

"hey-hey."

The young man in green robe smiled softly.

He was not originally an upright and fearless hero, nor did he want to be a rigid and serious guy who protected the so-called justice.

As for whether someone would use this incident to attack him in the future, Li Longyuan didn't care. After all, morality is used to restrain oneself, but not to teach others.
To be continued...