The helicopter hovered in the sky, with a high-magnification camera protruding from the hatch. The reporter from the TV station held the microphone and spoke excitedly about the opening remarks.
This is the Ninth Arena, one of the few open-air arenas in Pojun Academy.
Unusually for today, almost all the teachers and students of the school gathered in this arena. Everyone was paying attention to the only game this afternoon, causing the arena to be noisy and full of people.
The selection competition has reached today, and only the last twelve players with an undefeated record are left to complete the final selection ceremony in six arenas.
“There are so many people!”
Nishikyo Neine was wearing a bright red kimono, sitting casually in the last row of the auditorium, where she had the best view of the audience. She was eating deliciously with a bucket of popcorn in her arms.
"After all, it has created such a big momentum."
Shinguji Kurono appeared next to her and shrugged upon hearing this.
"Akaza seems to have mobilized all the connections he can. He is really working hard."
Even the TV station came here and planned to broadcast the entire match live. This was because they wanted to trick Kurogane Ikki into death!
"Uh-huh! Chairman Shinguji really deserves the award, but I'm still far behind!"
A short, fat man in a suit walked up the stairs.
He sat on the lower level of the auditorium, closest to the battle ring, with a seemingly friendly smile on his face.
"Red Fox."
Xijing Ningyin spat in a low voice.
Ethics committees are notorious and are often derided as red foxes.
"——It's finally here! The final round of the Pojun Academy on-campus selection competition! This competition will be broadcast by everyone's old acquaintance, Tsukuyomi, and the commentator will be Mr. Oreki Yuri!"
"Oh, I didn't expect this game to receive so much attention beforehand. I'm so nervous Tsukuyomi!"
"Come on... come on..."
"Teacher, you too! Please don't vomit blood and step down from the stage!"
"Don't worry, I'm here today...with a blood injection kit!"
"This is really reassuring! Okay, without further ado, let's introduce the players from both sides of the competition! The first is this side. They were waiting in the preparation room early. Even I, Tsukuyomi, who is not good at martial arts, can feel it.
That extremely sharp aura!”
"It is said that he was born with a fragile constitution. If he was not careful when he was young, he would become critically ill. It was thought that it was not surprising that he could die at any time. Until he was more than ten years old, he had to rely on others to help him eat. But he did not give up at all! He carried out extraordinary exercises in the hospital bed.
I was finally able to get out of bed and move around at the age of fourteen, and now I finally set foot on the battlefield of the Swordsman. Who knows how much effort I put in during this period!"
The announcer's tone was choked and he introduced excitedly.
"Wow, has Junior Brother's past finally been revealed?"
Xijing Ningyin clicked her tongue twice and wiped her oil-stained hands on the seat next to her.
"So does he still have that kind of past?"
Shinguji Kurono ignored her impolite behavior and recalled the first time he met Jiang Li.
At that time, he was really weak. He couldn't even see any decent muscles on his body. He was completely different from a normal adolescent boy. I didn't expect that it was because of his fragile constitution since he was young.
If you think about it carefully, it has only been a little over two months.
In just over two months, it was as if I had changed as a person. The fragility I had at the beginning completely disappeared, and I became stronger.
This made Shinguji Kurono deeply moved.
"Junior brother's past was indeed miserable."
Xijing Ningyin couldn't help but sigh when she recalled how skinny he used to be.
"At that time, the old man tried his best to hide it, but he didn't expect it to be exposed by the media now. I don't know how he feels now that he knows."
In order to protect this disciple, Nango Torajiro tried his best to conceal his existence.
It's just that there is no airtight wall in the world, and every move he makes is very eye-catching. As a result, Jiang Li's existence became known within a few years. Fortunately, it was not widely reported by the media.
Now that Jiang Li is finally famous, his past is truly known to the public.
"Hiuhiu! Ningyin-chan, don't think of me as an old antique!"
In silence.
Not even Nishikyo Neine and Shinguji Kurono noticed any sound.
An old man wearing a gray kimono appeared behind the two of them and let out a strange laugh.
"Old man?! Why are you here?"
Xijing Ningyin was startled and the popcorn in her hand flew out.
"Hahaha, the old man's close disciple is going to have a duel with the descendant of Ryoma. Even if the old man is on vacation in Hokkaido, he has heard the news. How can he not come and take a look?"
The old man showed his healthy white teeth.
He is ninety-two years old this year. He has many crow's feet and age spots on his face. He has white hair and is almost bald. He is leaning on a gray crutch in his hand.
He seemed to be on the verge of death, but only those who were familiar with him knew how terrifying the old man's seemingly rotten body could be.
"Greetings from Kushu, Torajiro-sama."
Shinguji Kurono greeted him respectfully.
"Oh, long time no see, little Kurono, your butt is still so up after giving birth!"
The old man's face was full of laughter and he looked very out of place.
Shinguji Kurono could only smile bitterly in return. Nango Torajiro had such a character. Although he looked like a talkative, he was actually a very reliable person.
This is the God of War.
The only neon man who has ever won the Fighting God Cup held by the China Dragon Temple.
There are not many world-class events that allow swordsmen to participate. Excluding sports events such as the Olympic Games, there are only the Kok Competition hosted by the Alliance and the Fighting God Cup hosted by the China Shenlong Temple.
It's just different from the Kok League. Although the Dou Shen Cup held by Shenlong Temple is the world's top large-scale competitive event, its rules are very primitive and cruel. All kinds of extra-game moves are not prohibited at all. In addition to the "Dou Shen", the final winner
You will not receive any compensation beyond your name.
Nango Torajiro was called the God of Fighting because he once won there.
"This disciple no longer needs the protection of the old man."
Nango Torajiro sat down next to Nishikyo Nei, looked at the standing circle directly below, his eyes became slightly dark.
"Who do you think, Torajiro-sama, will win this match?"
"Who knows, I've never seen the descendants of Ryoma. It's hard to say what that disciple will become. We'll know after we fight him."
His attitude is very simple and straightforward.
"But this is really exciting. The old disciple and Ryoma's great-grandson... It's a pity that no one in the Nanxiang family can do it."
His expression was leisurely, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but his words were filled with disgust for his family.
"He's out."
Shinguji Kurono's one-finger battle circle.
On the 100-meter-diameter arena, the ten-minute countdown has begun.
The red gate was opened, and Jiang Li's figure walked out of the darkness.