For swordsman masters, it is no longer a myth to fight one against ten, or even one against dozens.
But this standard is based on the strength of ordinary people.
Just like the bosozoku that Li Mengnan once challenged alone.
The ten disciples in the Tiangong Dojo are all elites in the dojo. Some of them have even been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years. Almost everyone has the strength to defeat ten of them.
With every additional swordsman like this, the pressure you have to face will increase exponentially.
Even Tanaka Jun himself could only maintain his highest record of being undefeated under the siege of eight disciples. That was only ten years ago when his physical strength and energy were at their peak.
As for facing ten kendo masters at the same time, I am afraid that if we look at the entire Japanese kendo community, only a handful of people can do this.
Is this young man from China in front of me really hiding his secrets, or is he simply ignorant and fearless?
While Tanaka Chun was shocked in his heart, he was also secretly glad that he did not accept the challenge directly and let his disciples take the lead. No matter he won or lost, he at least wanted to find out the details of this young man first.
Tanaka Jun is a man who has matured with age, but those disciples are all vigorous young people, and they cannot bear this kind of provocation the most.
Before receiving Jun Tanaka's permission, the disciple who looked like a close relative of the caveman rushed forward, without even saying hello, and struck Li Mengnan with a sword in the head.
This sword was supposed to be a strike with some room, but in his rage, the disciple didn't hold back at all. The bamboo sword came down hard and fast, and streaks could be seen on his forehead and neck where he was not wearing protective gear.
Veins that pop out due to excessive exertion.
Perhaps out of disdain to bully the weak, or perhaps out of trust in that disciple's strength, the other nine disciples stood on the spot holding their swords, with no intention of taking action.
"Heh, I wanted to give you a chance."
The corners of Li Mengnan's mouth turned up, and he didn't even move the black and white swords in his hands. He only casually turned his body slightly to the side, and got out of the way of the oncoming bamboo sword by just a hair.
"Nani?!"
The ape-like disciple had always been extremely confident in his sword speed, and he had the upper hand. Even if Master Jun Tanaka wanted to deal with it, it would be difficult, but he didn't expect that he would be easily dodged by him.
Before he could change his move, Li Mengnan took a small step closer to him. Still not even drawing his sword, he raised his foot and kicked him directly in the stomach.
Peng——!
The disciple's tall body flew backwards like a cannonball, rolling out more than ten meters close to the floor, knocking down a camphor door, and plunged headfirst into the courtyard outside the dojo. Only two people could be seen.
Only the dangling legs twitched from time to time.
The disciples of the Tanaka Dojo who were still laughing at Li Mengnan for overestimating his own capabilities just now were like ducks being strangled by the neck and collectively lost their voices.
If they understand the Chinese national curse, they will definitely say "WTF" with two capital letters in their hearts.
What kind of strange power is this?
A big living person weighing more than 180 kilograms can fly at will, with a dent in his armor as big as a washbasin. If he were to kick him directly, wouldn't all the shit come out?
A vague stench wafted faintly.
Okay, I take back what I just said, the shit has been kicked out.
Li Mengnan took back his foot and shook his head with regret: "I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't cherish it... Look, there are only nine left now."
The top ten disciples of Tanaka Dojo, who had been dissatisfied and dissatisfied just now, were all like quails shrinking their eggs, and subconsciously took half a step back.
There is no shame in being defeated. At most, your skills are inferior to others.
But if you get beaten up like your fellow disciple just now, you will be a laughing stock for the rest of your life.
But I had sworn to say it before, and it was in front of Master and many brothers. If I just retreated in despair, I would be unable to hold my head up in front of others in the future.
What kind of sin did I commit? How could I be so unlucky to meet such a weirdo to kick the gym...
The remaining nine people were already riding a tiger, exchanging hidden glances with each other, hoping that someone could come up with a solution.
At the worst, someone could just rush out and be the vanguard to open the way.
Of course, this vanguard will definitely be miserable...
"This... this is a kendo duel. It's a foul if you use your feet!"
Not to mention, the disciples of the Tanaka Dojo are still quite quick-witted, and Li Mengnan did not sign a life-and-death contract with them. In theory, it can only be regarded as a friendly match, and according to the rules, fists and kicks are not allowed.
"Hmph, you are already beating one out of ten, why do you still care about us using your fists and kicks?"
Amamiya Natsuki's assist was timely and powerful, and Li Mengnan quietly gave her a thumbs up.
Being bullied by this little girl, Natsuki Tengu, all the disciples in the Tanaka Dojo couldn't help but become angry. Their anger temporarily broke through the fear in their hearts, and they drew their swords and surrounded Li Mengnan.
"Well, the eyes are good, it should have been like this a long time ago."
Li Mengnan also put away his previous absent-minded casualness. "Black Light" and "White Night" were separated on both sides of his body at a ninety-degree angle, and his knees were slightly bent, making a standard defensive posture.
Without using illusions, facing nine kendo masters, he did not dare to put too much emphasis on even a plug-in skill like the Heart Sword Technique.
drink--!
After tens of seconds of confrontation, the nine-person side of Tanaka Dojo finally took the lead.
One of the disciples shouted loudly and stabbed forward with astonishing momentum, the tip of the sword going straight to Li Mengnan's chest.
At the same time, another disciple silently attacked from behind.
The other disciples in the Tanaka Dojo secretly shouted "Hello", and the sound of this move was very good.
But what shocked them was that although the latter's sword was silent, Li Mengnan seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, holding the white sword in his left hand behind his back to block the disciple's sneak attack.
Immediately, his body twisted sideways like an earth dragon turning over, and the black sword in his right hand unexpectedly stabbed the bamboo sword thrust by the disciple in front of him.
The disciples in front couldn't help but feel happy, and the bamboo sword thrust out of their hands accelerated a bit again, obviously determined to die together with Li Mengnan.
The black sheathed long sword passed by the light yellow bamboo sword, and when he saw that it was about to touch Li Mengnan's forehead, the disciple suddenly showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and the armor on his chest had small cracks.
His whole body seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer smashing into the wall, and he spat out unknown vomit and flew backwards, knocking over several onlookers of the dojo disciples.
"How can it be?"
Everyone was shocked. It was obviously two people fighting swords, but why was only the disciple from his own dojo injured?
Tanaka Jun's face became more solemn.
Just because the disciple can't see through the key point doesn't mean he can't understand it either.