The next day, afternoon.


    High in the north of Daji mountain in Kyoto, Kendo department.


    The man in yuanteng once again hit his opponent in front of him, so the consultant teacher of Kendo roared: "yuanteng! Don''t blow people away, you bastard! "


    "I just used a very common move to break in, and I should have just got the money..." the man in yuanteng lifted his mask as he said, and didn''t seem to reflect on his mistakes at all.


    "If you blow people away and hurt them, it''s useless even if you get it! Also, don''t use ancient techniques in competitive Kendo! We are engaged in a sport, not a sword fight! " Head coach Juno Inoue roared.


    "As a school in Kyoto, what''s wrong with using the Xia Liu move?"


    "As you say, don''t you have to learn new Yin flow in Nara''s school? And if you insist, you are not a descendant of Xialiu, are you? You just made this stab, which is clearly a new trick! "


    Instead of answering, he bowed his head and said to the angry head coach, "I know I''m wrong. Please allow me to do it again."


    "If you fly out your classmates, I''ll cancel your qualification and prohibit you from participating in the National Congress!" Head coach Juno Inoue said fiercely, "I''d rather give up the national competition victory that can be won by tentacles than let others think that we have trained a madman who is happy to commit a foul!"


    "I won''t do it again." Koizumi yuanteng bowed to head coach Juno Inoue again.


    The head coach glared at the man in yuanteng angrily and turned to guide the others.


    The club manager who happened to have nothing to do next to Shangdao joked: "if you are so angry with the coach, his last hair will die with the wind."


    Instead of wearing sports shorts and showing his big white legs, the man in yuanteng closed his mask and set up a bamboo knife again to face his opponent who had just stood up.


    The sudden advance just now obviously left the sophomore''s training companion with lingering palpitations. Subconsciously, he pulled away from the people in yuanteng.


    The man in yuanteng frowned: "you ran so far, didn''t you commit a foul? Return to the starting line! "


    "But... But!" The second grade seemed to be afraid of something terrible, staring at the first leather of yuantengzhong''s bamboo knife. It was obvious that it had been poked out of the shadow.


    "Don''t worry, I won''t use spike technology anymore." With that, the man in yuanteng switched his posture to the upper pose and raised the bamboo knife over his head.


    The sophomore was relieved and returned to the starting line.


    On the island, Jiazi issued a password: "start!"


    The second grade wanted to attack. As soon as he stepped forward, the man in yuanteng stepped forward and cut down with great strength.


    The north high of Daji mountain is a strong school of kendo. Although the second grade is not as strong as the people in yuanteng, he still has strength. He raised his sword to block it quickly, but he didn''t expect that the bamboo knife would be knocked out directly.


    Yuantengzhong''s bamboo knife fell directly on the second grade''s armour after knocking off the second grade''s bamboo knife.


    The second grade screamed, covered his hands and squatted down.


    Seeing this, Yoshiko immediately turned to get the medicine box, while head coach Juno Inoue roared and rushed over: "yuanteng! What have you done? "


    "I didn''t hit the flying man and didn''t commit a foul. I hit the ''little hand'', which should be my capital." The man in yuanteng answered calmly.


    On the island, Jiazi ran over with a medicine box and began to deal with the injured second grade urgently.


    After taking off the armour, you can see a large bruise on the second grade hand.


    On the island, Jiazi only touched the bruise gently, and the injured screamed.


    "Head coach, you may have to be sent to the school medical room. This is not something that ordinary knocks can cope with. I think there may be a slight fracture of the wrist. "


    Shangdao youjiazi, like yuantengzhong, is a three-year-old. He has accumulated experience as a manager of Kendo department in recent years.


    Head coach Juno Inoue pointed to the man''s nose: "you! You do this again... "


    "I didn''t foul. I hit my small hand accurately. It''s an effective attack. I should have earned it." The man in yuanteng stared at Juno Inoue and said, "or did the all sword Federation update the rules and say that as long as the opponent is injured, even if I commit a foul?"


    Junfu Inoue was stunned for a moment, and then immediately retorted, "although there is no such provision! But this injury is obviously related to you! "


    "The Kendo competition may have been injured," said the man in yuanteng completely unmoved. "Everyone here has suffered a lot of injuries all the way. Just now this incident can only be regarded as an unfortunate accident. Even if you want to be held accountable, you should go to the manufacturer of handarmour.


    "It was obviously the quality of the armour that caused someone to be injured in the game."


    After this talk, coach Juno Inoue was poor in words, because even he felt that what the people of Kudo said seemed to be reasonable.


    "If this is what happened in the Kendo competition, all our opponents will have more psychological pressure when facing us. I think it will be of great benefit to us to win the national championship," he continued


    Juno Inoue stopped talking. Finally, he sighed, "whatever you want. But I still want to warn you that if you use this move frequently, the whole sword Federation will have an opinion. I won''t wipe your ass at that time. " "When the all sword Federation reacts, we have won the National Congress," said Mr. endo Juno Inoue looked helplessly at the man in yuanteng: "if the heart goes astray, the sword will go astray."“ What''s wrong with going astray? Just win? " Asked the man in yuanteng. Juno Inoue choked on this question, and it took him a long time to slow down: "well, it seems that I have nothing to teach you. It''s also that my heart is not firm enough. I really want a national winner, otherwise you''ll be gone from Kendo now. " With that, head coach Juno Inoue turned and walked to the freshmen he had just been guiding. At the same time, the other four main players from the North Kendo Department of Daji mountain came to the people in yuanteng“ It''s very powerful. You can hurt people through your armour with a bamboo knife. " Cheng Rui, a round pioneer, said that few people who practice Kendo are fat, but there are exceptions to everything. If someone despises him because he is fat, he will suffer“ I just wanted to get rid of the sword. " Mr. endo said that in Japanese Kendo competition, if the sword is lost, it will be directly judged negative, so beating the sword is a good way to win directly. "I like to win directly."“ "Is it a direct victory when the sword is knocked down?" the second front wearing glasses fortunately pressed his hands and hugged his chest. "It''s a strategy. I''ll try it in the Kyoto primary."“ The old man, "Teng Shengcheng, the backbone, has gone to guide the head coach of grade one," is he talking about that spirit theory again? The integration of mind and Technology... "No, the integration of mind and technology exists." The man in yuanteng looked at tengshengcheng, "I''ve seen it. So I''m also moving in this direction. What the coach just said means I''m close. Pouring the pure desire to win into Kendo is the first step in the integration of mind and skill“ You''d better do the same, or you won''t win those monsters at the National Convention. " At this time, the silent deputy general Koizumi Guangshan said, "monsters are generally generals, so I''ll give them to you. As for personal warfare, if we encounter it, we will collect intelligence for you. "“ Ah, please. " The man in yuanteng murmured.