Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 243 Sword Demon VS Sword King!

Both of them stopped breathing and were using anaerobic energy.

It's like a person walking on a zebra crossing when a car suddenly crashes into them, and the person instantly dodges to avoid it.

The duration of anaerobic energy supply varies depending on the individual's physical condition, and that's what the two are competing against.

Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds, one minute.

"A monster." Both teams were completely dumbfounded, not even in the mood to cheer or shout.

This is not just a contest of physical strength, but also a contest of willpower and courage.

Sixty seconds later, the two retreated simultaneously, their steps heavy.

"what."

"what."

The two were panting heavily, trying to absorb oxygen, their eyes fixed on each other.

At one point, both stopped panting, but this was just the silence before the lightning disappeared and the thunder arrived.

Both were in almost identical positions, their toes digging into the ground, their bodies slightly buried, silently staring at each other.

Since winning first place in the national men's individual competition in junior high school, the sword king has never been so excited. He lost interest in kendo for a time, found it boring, and turned to dating.

His experiences were more like 'playing with women' than dating.

It wasn't until General Tsukushigaoka slashed him that he realized that even he, if he didn't persist in training, would drop to the point where these miscellaneous cultivators could catch up with him.

He underwent a month of closed training, and since then, he has never lost.

Kendo is getting boring again.

In this Jade Dragon Flag competition, he didn't care about consecutive wins or championships; he just wanted the top four to take the championship directly.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested; the Great Hao General was worth taking down. Besides that, all his interest lay with the Sword Maiden.

So beautiful.

A perfect kendo girl.

To possess her is to possess the way of the sword!
So soon, he discovered that the Fiora's interest was in one person, who was standing right in front of him.

The Sword King's initial purpose in fighting Aoyama Risa was still the woman, but now it has changed.

Kendo is interesting again!

Beneath his mask, the Sword King wore an excited expression.

Aoyama Risa didn't think the Sword King was in his way or hindering his pursuit of Ono Mika at all.

After being assassinated by a shadowy figure, his blood splattered repeatedly in the bamboo forest and snowy path, the swordsmanship he had honed over so much time and effort had finally come to an end.

Can you defeat the Sword King?

Is my own effort meaningful?
We'll see the outcome today.

The two stared at each other, their eyes burning with passion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The floor shook violently, as if the two were about to smash the ring into a deep crater.

A tremendous force erupted, and the two collided like trucks.

With imposing slashes and incomparably sharp thrusts, they calmly countered each move, fighting like madmen.

The bamboo swords of the two seemed to have a life of their own, sometimes protecting their masters, sometimes suddenly striking to stab each other in vital areas.

The bamboo sword grazed Aoyama Risa's face shield, barely managing to stop the sword king at his chest.

Each step is a sword strike, every move is dangerous, and the outcome can be decided in the slightest carelessness.

terrible.

But that's precisely why it's so addictive!
"Come on!!" both boys roared inwardly.

Sword King tried dozens of methods, but Qingshan Li thwarted them all. It was as if this man had lived his life countless times and knew every opportunity to be assassinated.

Every time he attacked, he was met with a strange counterattack from Aoyama Riku.

After dozens of repetitions, the Sword King was already drenched in cold sweat from fright.

Qingshan also had a very hard time dealing with it.

Soon, due to prolonged anaerobic conditions, lactic acid produced by the chemical reaction will accumulate in the muscles, and both of their bodies will begin to feel sore and stiff.

When it comes to not being afraid of pain, Aoyama Rin is the better choice.

"Aaaaaah!" He entered a high-intensity, anaerobic state once again.

Sword King cursed inwardly, and his anger erupted as well.

The two once again transformed into destruction, unleashing their full power.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes. After eight consecutive strikes, the Sword King couldn't withstand it anymore, and Aoyama Risa found an opportunity!
—Gotcha!
"noodle!!"

Aoyama Risa pushed off the ground with his right foot, lunged forward, and, enduring the excruciating pain, delivered his ninth strike!

"Score!" The three referees raised the red flag.

"Qingshan!!!" The Kaiming Men's Group suddenly erupted.

They had a smooth journey, but none of them had ever imagined that Aoyama Risa could defeat the Sword King.

"Green Mountain! Green Mountain!"

"Kyushu!!"

"Go, Sword King!!"

The audience was incredibly enthusiastic, as if it were a scorching summer day rather than a torrential downpour.

On the field, the two quietly returned to the starting line, both knowing that the game was not over yet, or rather, that it had only just begun.

"start!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Aoyama immediately used oxygen-free energy to gain power and reaction that, to ordinary people, could only be described as 'destructive,' 'horrific,' or 'monster-like.'

"Monster!" the Sword King cursed inwardly.

What's wrong with his body? Or is it that this person was born without pain receptors?

Then, the Sword King quickly calmed down.

He had to admit that he was no match for Aoyama Osamu in this respect and had already lost.

Facing the god of death, Aoyama Ryou, the Sword King's eyes narrowed.

He took a half step back to avoid Aoyama Risa's attack, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, pulled it from back to front, and slashed his torso with a backhand strike!
Qingshan Risa got goosebumps!
--fry!

The powerful reaction generated by the explosive energy allowed him to twist his waist and dodge the attack amidst the immense inertia.

'You thought that was the end of it?'

The Sword King's gaze remained fixed.

The bamboo sword, swung horizontally, slashed through the air, drawing an arc before being cleaved down again.

"hand!!"

Die!

Snapped! !

'Win!'

'wrong! ’

Sword King looked and saw that the sword had not struck Aoyama Risa's hand, but rather the hilt.

Taking advantage of the situation, Aoyama Risa counterattacked. The Sword King dodged to the side, and Risa didn't chase after him, quickly creating distance between them.

"Huff, huff!" he gasped for breath.

He had become accustomed to physical pain, but the depletion of his energy had diminished his willpower to resist the pain.

Why waste time with him? Just use the system to take him down!

shut up!

—Idiot! Stubborn fool! The system is yours, it's yours for life, it won't disappear, and you can use it anytime, anywhere. Why make things so difficult for yourself?!
The system is mine, of course, but I want more than just the system!
—Mika Mitsuki, Mikami Miyako, Tenyu Amakusa, they are all watching you! Watching you get beaten to a pulp!
Aoyama Risa desperately resisted her inner weakness.

The Sword King charged forward.

Aoyama Ryo raised his eyes and met his gaze across the protective shield; the Sword King's eyes were like needles.

"hand!!"

Aoyama Rin was well aware that the Sword King was in 'slow motion' mode, and that his every move was as slow as a snail in the Sword King's eyes.

Perhaps it's not as exaggerated as the "talent: slow motion," where one second gives you a minute of thinking time;
Furthermore, the "Talent: Slow Motion" is not as widely applicable and convenient. The dynamic vision of Sword King and General Dahao is likely limited to sports, or even just to swordsmanship.

However, the other party has almost no restrictions.

This is their innate instinct, not a 'talent' that Aoyama Risa earned through labor and required a price.

The Sword King can use it at will.

Aoyama Riya was well aware of the boost that the 'slow motion' state provided to combat power; even ordinary people could become e-sports masters, let alone the experienced members of the kendo club.

He has only one way to win: defeat the Sword King before he runs out of uses three times.

He used it once when facing the deputy general of Kyushu, and he used it again just now.

Under intense competitive conditions, his recovery speed slowed down, and just now, he barely managed to recover once.

He can use it twice more.

The Sword King's strike was already upon them.

Should I use it? Aoyama Ryo defended fiercely, treating the Sword King as nothing more than a shadow, putting himself in an absolutely disadvantageous position.

Buy some time and restore your energy!
If possible, take the opportunity to exhaust your opponent's energy!

Sword after sword, in the eyes of the Sword King, Aoyama Ritsu was a bird in a cage, unable to escape, but he could not succeed in the short term.

No one from any of the kendo clubs in Japan could survive three moves against a sword master who was in full form.

Only Aoyama Ryo was an exception.

Because of the shadowy figure's guidance—though it looked more like he was killed outright.

Even Aoyama Rin couldn't keep going forever.

—I can't hold on any longer!
"Thud!!" A gust of wind rushed towards him as the enraged Sword King slashed down.

To Aoyama Rin, who hadn't used his [Talent: Slow Motion], this sword strike was as tricky as a mathematical problem of the century, with no solution.

There was nowhere to hide.

"Snapped!!"

He was hit in the right abdomen, and even though he was wearing protective gear, he still felt a sharp pain, followed by numbness and loss of sensation.

"Score!" The referee raised the white flag.

The audience erupted in cheers, a deafening roar.

In this match, Sword King displayed absolute dominance, leaving Aoyama Risa with no chance to fight back!

Amidst the deafening cheers of "Sword King," Ono Mizuki shouted desperately, "Brother—! Go for it—!"

"Go, Aoyama-kun!" The shouts of Amakusa Sawa and the others were drowned out by the crowd.

Aoyama Risa walked back to the starting line step by step.

When he stood at the starting line, his energy had just been fully restored.

three times.

The Sword King must be defeated within three attempts!

"Round three, begin!"

Squat down, then stand up.

Aoyama looked at the Sword King. Thanks to the second round, he now completely regarded his opponent as a shadow.

On the judge's bench, the kendo expert from the police frowned, his hands clasped in front of his chest.

"How strange," a member of the audience whispered.

Female viewers who had been watching Aoyama Osamu intently felt a chill creep down their spines.

--kill!

Aoyama Risa's eyes were cold and indifferent. He saw neither his enemy nor himself. He didn't care if he died, as long as he could kill his opponent!
As if struck by a soul-capturing spell, the Sword King's entire body turned ice-cold, and the bamboo sword he held in the middle of his body slowly descended.

'Damn it! I am the Sword King! How could I possibly be afraid in a kendo match!'

The Sword King's heart began to burn.

What kind of murderous aura?
What monster?

No matter what you are, as long as it's about swordsmanship, you can't possibly beat him!

The Sword King raised his sword again, the bamboo sword in his hand trembling slightly. Fear? No, it was excitement!
His burning confidence in his genius was boiling.

Holding the bamboo sword, Aoyama Risa walked step by step toward the Sword King, as cold, violent, and ruthless as the will of heaven unleashing a world-destroying flood.

Facing Aoyama Rin, who was unleashing his killing intent, the Sword King did not back down and let out a deafening battle roar.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The two of them leaned forward at the same time, falling towards each other.

--fry!

In the near-frozen moment, the two, pushed to their limits, exchanged hundreds of moves in an instant.

If intentions could be materialized, behind the two who lunged at each other, hundreds of transparent phantoms were fighting.

The transparent Aoyama Risa was beheaded, and the transparent Sword King was killed.

"Ahhhh!"

The two real people finally collided.

"boom!!!"

No matter who wins or loses.

The two turned around at the same time, and while they were still turning, the bamboo sword seemed to have a mind of its own and had already shot out.

Aoyama Ryou and the Sword King fought solely based on experience and instinct.

They can't see each other, but where will the other appear? Which part of their body is vulnerable? Face? Throat? Hands? Torso?

How will he retaliate?

The bamboo sword embodies the will of the two.

"Boom!!!"

The bamboo swords clashed together, splitting perfectly.

At the same time, Aoyama Risa and the Sword King turned around halfway.

--fry!!
Thoughts raced again, and the audience slowly opened their mouths, ready to cheer for the first clash between the two.

The three referees looked tense, as if the stadium was riddled with explosives.

As time passed slowly, they finally saw each other clearly in their vision.

The moment the opponent's figure appeared in their field of vision, one after another, their mental manifestations appeared, rushing towards the opponent like shikigami.

Some shikigami were killed, while others succeeded.

"boom!!!"

The two clashed, the powerful impact simultaneously knocking each other apart.

As their feet landed and they pushed off the ground, amidst thunderous cheers from the audience, Aoyama Risa and the Sword King lunged at each other once more.

--fry!!!

This is the last chance.

"To lose is to perish," Aoyama Rin's eyes were filled with a chilling sense of impending doom.

'I am the Sword King! What do you have to do to defeat me!' the Sword King roared in his heart, his eyes filled with rage.

According to the Sword King's prediction, this battle will also end in a draw, but he believes that he will be the one to win in the end!
Bamboo swords are about to clash
Aoyama Risa coldly avoided the sword's edge.

The Sword King's pupils, narrowed to their limit, flickered with a wavering light.

are you crazy?
The fish died and the net was broken?

has no meaning?
But I accept your challenge!
The downpour stopped, the sounds faded away, and the audience, referees, and teammates all disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the world.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The two roared with all their might!

Every day was filled with repetitive, foolish training; he wore protective gear soaked in sweat all day long; he was surrounded by men who reeked of sweat; he took countless showers every day; and he endured countless beatings.
Everything up to this point has been entrusted to this sword.

"noodle!"

This sword strike is the best one can do; leave the rest to fate.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The sound of impact rang out simultaneously, and the two turned around, both maintaining their residual spirit.

The whole place was dead silent.

"Face, face scores!" the referee shouted first.

Then, he quickly glanced at the two assistant referees, confirmed the colors, and then raised his chin as if to announce to the heavens—

"Red wins!"

"The victory is decided!"

Amidst thunderous applause, Aoyama Risa sheathed his sword.

"Aoyama!!!" The men rushed forward like madmen, as if there was no food in the world and Aoyama was the last piece of bread.

Any man who sees this scene would want to run away.

If he could do it, Aoyama Riya would like to, but he no longer has the energy.

So, he was picked up by a group of sweaty men and thrown into the air.

"Damn it," the Kyushu center muttered, "Even the Sword King wasn't as handsome as that guy!"

Sword King turned and walked back to Kyushu Academy. He did not remove his mask, nor did anyone ask him to.

Beneath the mask, the Sword King's expression was ferocious.

Swordsmanship is getting really interesting. This time, he's going into seclusion for two months!
"In the final blow, either side could win. You haven't lost yet." Coach Kyushu put his hand on his shoulder. "Crush him in the inter-school tournament in August!"

hateful!

There are no more two months of seclusion!

Luck? Winning or losing is a matter of life and death. If you're already dead, what's the point of talking about luck!
No, starting today, I'll get up at four o'clock every day!

Sword King looked at Aoyama Rin in the crowd, and Sword Princess was walking towards him: Aoyama, Sword Princess will stay with you for now. Once I beat you in the inter-school competition, I'll take Sword Princess back!
Of course, Aoyama Ryo will not participate in the inter-school competition.

His real battle is about to begin.

A war of love.

(End of this chapter)