Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 246 243. His "tooth protrusion" will not be empty
The sounds of fighting, blows, screams, and angry shouts.
The three of them faced off against fifty or sixty thugs in the kendo training ground, and for a while they were evenly matched.

As soon as Kyushu Cheng entered the battle, he turned into a complete madman. He held a staff in one hand and a knife in the other. He roared and killed in the crowd, killing like crazy, wanting to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy with his teeth.

In fact, as long as the thugs attack in groups and take advantage of their numerical advantage, they can easily defeat Kyushu Cheng.

But no one dared to confront a rabid knife-wielding madman head-on. Wherever Kyushu Cheng went, the thugs would be frightened and scatter in all directions. They could not organize an encirclement formation at all, and could only let him defeat them one by one.

On the other side, Miyamoto Qiu held two swords, which he swung like two soaring blue dragons, and he also killed seven in and seven out of the crowd.

His swordsmanship is gorgeous and dazzling like a stage performance, yet it is watertight and flawless. Once you let down your guard, you will be struck by his dangerous and unpredictable swordsmanship, and you will fall to the ground.

As for Nan Hehui, his swordsmanship is not outstanding, and it is not very suitable for actual combat. He has been fighting steadily throughout the whole process, following the two of them to pick up mistakes, or helping them to block the enemy who is attacking behind them.

For a time, the thugs fell to the ground one after another, but the three of them fought more and more courageously, unable to stop them at all.

"Huh, ha!" Nan Hehui killed an enemy with a slash to his head.

At this moment, he felt murderous intent coming from his side.

Nanhe Hui quickly dodged sideways, only to see Mitsuru Iwata attacking with his sword.

The two quickly locked eyes and got into a fierce one-on-one battle.

"Ping!" "Pah!" "Boom!"

After a few moves, Minami and Teru had a slight advantage, but Mitsuru Iwata didn't suffer much.

"Iwata Mitsuru, have you had enough trouble?!" Nanhe Hui usually has a good temper, but at this time he was also furious:

"It's all over! What's the point of doing this?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Watch the move!" Iwata's eyes were full of anger and he continued to attack with his sword without any explanation.

"If you do this, you are not sorry to Brother Ta He at all!" Nan Hehui blocked the opponent's chop and scolded:
"If you want to catch up with him, don't use such despicable methods!"

"Then who do you think you are? You can only talk nice words!" Mitsuru Iwata said angrily:

"You're talking about going to Tokyo to learn swordsmanship and educating the next generation when you come back. How long will this take? You're just escaping!"

"I didn't escape! This is the right path, and it's also the path Ta Hehui once chose!" Nan Hehui retorted angrily:

"No matter how much time and energy I spend, I will use the right way to get everything back on track! I will never allow you to use this crooked way to maintain the glory of Tahe!"

"Correct? Ridiculous! Why should you tell me what is correct and what is wrong?" Mitsuya Iwata was furious, swinging his sword faster and fiercer:

"For us, this is a war! Victory is right, failure is wrong! We were already within easy reach of 'right', but we were messed up by you, a traitor! We have now become pathetic 'losers', This is all your fault!"

"Don't give me any sophistry!" Nan Hehui cut off the opponent's attack with one sword, then turned around and counterattacked:
"What's the matter of victory and failure? If you're wrong, you're wrong! It's you who should recognize the reality. Brother Tahe is dead! He's dead! Stop being! like! A! Crazy! Son! Same! Persistent!! Yu! He!"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Iwata's face turned red and he yelled:
"Brother Tahe is not dead! He is not dead! He is still alive in my heart! I can still see him! As long as I win this year's competition, I can catch up with my brother and become a brother! I am the brother ! It’s me, my brother! I’m Iwata Takazu!”

"You are really crazy, you actually said such a thing!" Nan Hehui frowned, feeling sad: "That's all, talking more is useless, it's time for you to wake up!"

"That's exactly what I meant, traitor!" Mitsuya Iwata was extremely excited:
"Let's end it here!"

Immediately, the two continued to fight with their swords.

The swords whirred and the footsteps scraped. The two of them were obviously full of resentment and anger, and they were both trying their best to beat the other until they could no longer get up.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Drink!!"

The swords danced wildly, and the two of them moved back and forth on the wooden floor, entangled with each other urgently, neither giving in to the other.

"Oh, you went to Tokyo to train for a year, but you can't even defeat me?" Mitsuru Iwata said sarcastically: "What a waste, Minami Kazuki! What qualifications do you have to say that you can rebuild your brother's glory in the future?" ?”

"So what if I'm a waste?" Nan Hehui trembled with anger and retorted: "At least I'm aboveboard, and my plan is feasible! You, a hypocritical brat who wants to win the game by cheating, will never be able to catch up in your life. Go to the tower and brother!”

"What a shameless statement! It's not my brother's turn to be judged by a traitor like you!" Mitsuru Iwata snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his bamboo sword above his head to charge up, intending to chop it down on the opponent's head.

what happened? ! Nan Hehui felt bad.

The two were still fighting fiercely, and neither of them showed any serious flaws. At this time, raising the sword above your head simply opens your own center, giving your opponent a huge flaw.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Nan Hehui felt a hard object hit him on the back of his head, which made him dizzy, staggered, and the bamboo sword came out.

At some point, a thug sneaked up behind Nan Hehui and slapped him with a sap.

Before Nan Hehui could react, Mitsuru Iwata's sword slashed towards his Tianling Gai.

"Boom!"

There was another dull blow, and Nan Hehui's head was hit by the bamboo sword. Accompanied by severe pain, his ears and brain "buzzed" at the same time.

After being hit on the head twice with a stick, Nan Hehui began to lose consciousness, his vision almost became blurred, and he almost fainted from the torment of a splitting headache.

Minami and Hui knelt weakly on the ground, watching Mitsuru Iwata raise his sword again and attack him mercilessly.

Seeing that Minami and Teru had almost lost the ability to move, Mitsuru Iwata took a lunge, holding the sword in one hand with his right hand, and holding the tip of the sword in the tiger's mouth of his left hand, assuming a charging posture.

He's going to use "Tooth Thrust"! .Nan Hehui realized immediately.

"It's over, Nan Hehui! Just use this trick to send you traitor on his way!"

Mitsuru Iwata kicked one foot, and suddenly stepped forward to attack, and the tip of the sword also stabbed towards Minami and Hui's eyes!
Seeing the sword tip getting closer and closer and Mitsuru Iwata's ferocious face, Nan Hehui's pupils shrank, he took a breath, and there was immense fear in his heart.

This is Iwata Tawa's signature skill "Tooth Thrust". In Nan Hehui's impression, every time Ta Hege used this move, he always hit the mark and eliminated his opponent with one blow.

It's over. Nan Hehui died in his heart.

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"Hey, Xiao Nan!" Nan Hehui heard someone calling him.

"Xiaonan, didn't you ask me last time, how to break the "Tooth Thrust" trick? "

Nan Hehui opened his eyes and saw the figure of a young man holding a sword.

The young man holding the sword was very kind and was teaching him swordsmanship with a smile.

Nan Hehui remembered that when he was training with Ta Hege, there was a discussion between the two about "tooth protrusion".

"To put it bluntly, it is a stabbing move. It is rarely used in modern kendo competitions." Iwata Tawa gently stabbed forward with his bamboo sword and said slowly:
"Although the stabbing move is powerful, it has big flaws and is difficult to hit, so its practicality is very low."

"But Ta and Brother can hit it accurately every time with the "Tooth Thrust"! "The young Nan Hehui asked: "I thought the "tooth protrusion" was a sure-fire move! "

"Every time I use the "Tooth Thrust", I can stab it, not because the hit rate of this move is very high, but because I always choose the time to stab when I can definitely hit it. "Iwata Tower and Patience explained:
"So instead of asking me how to break the "Tooth Thrust" move, it's better to ask me under what circumstances the "Tooth Thrust" trick can be used with perfect accuracy. "

"Hey, it sounds so complicated." The young Nan Hehui couldn't understand: "Then when can I use "tooth protrusion"? "

"Well, Konan, have you ever played "Street Fighting King"?" Iwata Tawa asked: "That fighting game should be quite popular, right?"

"Of course I have. I played with Aman all afternoon last time and he never won!" Young Nan Hehui showed off with a smile.

"There are two main types of attacks in this game, one is a light attack with fast movements and low power, and the other is a heavy attack with a large forward movement but amazing power." Iwata Tower and Weiwei said:
"Generally speaking, heavy attacks are easy to predict and avoid, and it is easier for the opponent to take advantage of the opportunity to counterattack. Therefore, no matter how powerful this move is, players will not use it frequently."

"If you want a heavy attack to hit successfully, you must comply with the following two conditions." Iwata Tawa stretched out two fingers and continued:

"The first is to perfectly predict the opponent's actions and take action in advance. For example, hit hard at the moment your opponent jumps towards you and release it towards his foothold, so that he cannot react and is unable to avoid it. ”

"The second is to completely suppress the opponent, making him unable to defend or dodge. For example, making him fall into a coma or knocking him into the air, and he will only be beaten in vain."

"The Tooth Thrust is like a punch in a fighting game. "Iwata Towa held the sword in one hand, bent down to gather strength, and assumed a thrusting stance:

"I'm not so powerful that I can make "Tooth Tu" hit every time. I'm just better at choosing the right moment and only attack when my opponent can't avoid it. "

call out--!
Iwata Tawa twisted his shoulders hard, and the bamboo sword thrust forward at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye, and stabbed directly into the body of the training dummy in front of him.

"In other words, if the "Tooth Thrust" is used at the wrong time, no matter how fierce and fierce it is, it will be meaningless. Just like an ignorant child having a tantrum, you don't have to be afraid of him. "

"By the way, if you can, please take more care of my underachieving brother when I'm away from now on."

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"!!" Nan Hehui opened his eyes suddenly, and Mitsuru Iwata's "tooth protrusion" had already stabbed directly into his eye socket.

If this blow hits, it is possible that Nan and Hui will be killed on the spot, not to mention losing an eye.

But Mitsuru Iwata miscalculated a bit.

Although Nan Hehui was hit twice with a sap and became dizzy and even dropped his weapon, he was not so weak that he couldn't even move.

There was only one thing he had to do, step sideways. As long as he does this immediately, he can dodge this "Tooth Thrust" move.

And Nan Hehui knew that he could do this with the only strength he had left. As long as he overcomes his fear and doesn't be frightened by Mitsuru Iwata's superficial "Tooth Thrust" move, it will be fine.

After all, Iwata is not Takazu Iwata, and his "tooth spur" cannot always hit the mark.

"Ahhhh!!" Nan Hehui shouted, tilting his shoulders to the side and taking two quick steps to the side with his feet.

"What...!" Mitsuru Iwata didn't expect this move. The powerful sword hit the air and hit the stick-wielding thug behind Nan Hehui instead.

"Ahhhh! Cough, cough, vomit!" The stick-wielding thug's chest was stabbed by the sword, almost denting it. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, coughing painfully.

"Enough is enough, you incompetent bastard!" Nanhe Teru stumbled forward, raised his fist and smashed Mitsuru Iwata in the face.

"Ugh!!" Mitsuru Iwata was punched in the middle of the mouth, and he covered his mouth in pain.

Minami and Teru pounced forward again, pressing Mitsuru Iwata to the ground.

"Idiot! You hopeless idiot! Mitsuru Iwata, you lunatic!" Minami and Teru rode on Mitsuru Iwata, snatching his bamboo sword while punching and beating him.

"You traitor! Get out of my way! Traitor!" Mitsuru Iwata was not to be outdone, roaring like a child making a sharp explosion, and at the same time kicking his hands and feet to resist.

The two kendo athletes looked like two children rolling around at this moment, rolling back and forth on the ground, fighting each other with fists and kicks.

"Beep, beep, beep!" A piercing siren sounded outside the "Iwata Dojo".

As soon as Kyushu Cheng realized that something was wrong, he immediately sent a pre-edited text message to Teacher Shikawa, asking the teacher to call the police.

Thanks to a series of cases that have occurred in Fukuoka in the past few days, the local police department has become more vigilant and dispatched police faster than usual.

"Don't move!" Several policemen broke into the gym and threatened with guns: "All hands up!"

Hearing this, the thugs were so frightened that they all dropped their weapons. Kyushu Makoto and Miyamoto Akira, who were already exhausted, were relieved and raised their hands to cooperate with the arrest.

Nanhe Hui and Iwata were lying on the ground exhausted, their faces were bruised to varying degrees, and their clothes were messed up by each other.

"Iwata Mitsuru" Nan Hehui took a breath and said unclearly:

"You can't become Brother Tahe at all. His "tooth spur" will never be empty. "

"Asshole. You bastard, shut up and whine." Mitsuru Iwata covered his eyes with his sleeves and cried in aggrievedness.

He took out the pendant in his arms, the extremely rough wooden pendant given to him by his brother.

At some point, Mitsuru Iwata discovered that the wooden sword pendant was broken into several pieces, leaving only a small half of the wooden handle hanging alone on his chest.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo for of!..." Iwata Mitsuru couldn't bear the sadness any longer, roaring and wailing.

(End of this chapter)