Kendo is a traditional Japanese competitive weapon martial art. It’s really funny that you, an American, still play kendo.

"Are you sure?" I stood up and glanced at Kaimo sideways. He was still so cold and aloof, without any emotional fluctuations at all. "Of course, there is no instructor anyway, why don't we come and have fun?" Kaimo was a little bit

I didn’t have enough confidence, but I still spoke arrogantly.

Suddenly, I slid in front of Kaimo and aimed a horizontal slash at the back of Kaimo's head. Kaimo reacted quickly and turned his head quickly, but would I let him go so easily? The answer is of course impossible.

I spun around and aimed my elbow at Kaimo's neck. As long as this move continued, I was sure that even if he didn't die, he would be completely knocked unconscious by me.

"Lost." I let go of my hand. Every move I make is a killing move. Some people have said before that I am a monster. I fight not for the sake of fighting, but for the sake of killing.

Kaimo should say he was lucky. If it weren't for my rebirth, maybe I would have taken action directly instead of stopping in time. "How is that possible?" Kaimo was subdued in just the blink of an eye. It's really unbelievable.

, everyone’s mouths opened wide. Kaimo is an American child star, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His reflexes and physical fitness are much better than ordinary people. But just now, he was completely unable to fight back. He was simply pressed and beaten. It was really too much.

It's surprising.

I let go of my hand holding Kaimo's collar and slid back to where I was sitting. I continued to close my eyes and rest. It was best to rest, lest I get sleepy when filming.

"It's amazing!" Although Kaimo just felt a kind of pressure that oppressed his soul, this pressure came and went away quickly, as if it happened in an instant.

I still closed my eyes and slept, not paying attention to the exclamations and sighs coming from over there.

The last scene this morning was a firefight between a few gangsters. It was said to be a firefight, but in fact it was just a shopping spree between two sides, but there were hundreds of people involved in the shopping spree.

Kaimo and I stood together. He had a big wooden stick in his hand, and I had an iron rod in my hand. When the time came, we would use the weapons in our hands to fight with each other. This could be regarded as a group fight.

"Stuck!" Mousse was speechless. Why is this kid so arrogant? He picked up an iron rod and suddenly his whole body was filled with murderous intent. If he hadn't stopped in time, the extras might have been killed by this kid.

Look, it seems that I really did something bad and almost killed someone accidentally. It is really not good or bad.

"Boy, you are too violent. I really don't know how you practiced it?" The depressed Mousse blinked. He really didn't know that such a young child could actually have superior martial arts skills. He seemed to be better than some adults, even in martial arts training.

Adults are much more powerful.

Oh, I hummed slightly, and then there was no topic again. In short, that was the extreme level of indifference, as if I didn’t even know how to speak. It was really confusing.

"You have a fight scene this afternoon..." Kaimo didn't know how to speak, and he was a little hesitant. Maybe he was frightened by my fight scene in the morning. After all, it was really terrible. When he hit someone, he was completely frightened.

There was no reaction, only a cold and bloody look in his eyes, which frightened the opponent so much that he didn't even know how to resist, so he just let the guy beat him.

"Try your best." I never fight, I only kill. Similarly, for me, fighting means fighting to death. I can't be merciful, and I won't be merciful, so I rarely fight. Maybe after changing time and space, I don't

We should fight for the sake of killing like we did before, but we should really practice fighting instead of fighting to kill people.

"Xiao Liu, you are not in good condition today. Otherwise, we will not shoot in the afternoon. You go home to play and have some rest." Mous said to the executive director, made the decision, and then faced

I spoke.

"Ah?" It was a single tone again, but I seemed to have come to my senses. It seemed that I should really try what fighting was. It would be good to spend most of the day looking for a place to fight. "Okay." It was still one word.

, a very cold word, without any expression.
Chapter completed!