Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 605 Is this still a swordsmanship exchange?

Okita Souji leaped into the air, the sword techniques completely disappearing from his mind, yet his movements became even more powerful.

Using the force of its rotation in the air, the wooden sword sliced ​​through the air with a sharp, piercing sound.

The wooden sword was about to fall on Hattori Heiji's head when almost the entire audience stood up.

Is this what high-level kendo competition is like?
How magnificent!

The previous matches were like plain white rice, but the battle now is a true delicacy.

The almost frantic offensive gripped everyone's hearts.

"It doesn't seem like it will work."

Xia Chuan sighed slightly. This match could also be considered his test of Okita Souji.

After all, they are going to face the distillery, and if their combat strength is not assessed, things could easily go wrong later.

Now it seems that although Okita Souji is powerful, he cannot compare with Gin at his peak.

Perhaps he's still a notch below Amuro Tooru.

But he should be slightly better than Hattori Heiji.

It's no wonder Hattori focused more on the murder case than the competition; perhaps he already had a feeling about it before the competition even started.

"Then you've underestimated me!"

Okita Souji's expression was solemn; he showed no weakness not only verbally but also with the wooden sword in his hand.

Despite being a wooden sword, it possessed an imposing aura, and everyone seemed to see ripples spreading around its blade.

Even Hattori Shizuka's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up: "It seems that Heiji still has some foresight. There are still some differences between him and the other party."

"Aunt Jinghua, what are you saying?"

Kazuha Toyama couldn't understand; Hattori was clearly in the lead now.

If we could block the previous attack, this one will certainly be no exception.

"Um, didn't you notice?"

Ran patted Toyama Kazuha on the shoulder, "That person, it shouldn't be Hattori, right? Because he hasn't used any sword techniques yet, except for pointing the tip of his sword at the opponent at a 45-degree angle at the beginning."

"It seems so."

Kazuha Toyama was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that Hattori Heiji's specialty was Iaijutsu, but just now and even now, he didn't seem to be making any moves to attack, which was not in line with his personality.

"Go for it! You can do it! ヾ(°°)"

Anya was already standing on the chair, wishing she could grab a megaphone and shout it out.

"Aunt Joel, hurry up and cheer on Father!"

With a sigh, Joel pulled Anya into his arms and then apologized to the people around him.

"Oh, so it's that Natsukawa?"

Hattori Shizuka must have heard about it from Hattori Heiji, which piqued her interest, and she watched even more intently.

The situation on the field changed rapidly. In the short time it took for the few people to chat, Okita Souji had already launched countless attacks.

But it had no effect.

He was breathing heavily, white mist rising from his face; the attack had exhausted him.

Looking at the other side, if it weren't for the slight undulation of the breastplate, everyone would have thought that "Hattori Heiji" hadn't suffered any damage.

But the difference is too big.

"As expected of a swordsmanship genius, you are already very impressive."

As Natsukawa said this, he suddenly lunged forward and spun around in front of Okita Souji.

"Da da da--"

The wooden sword made a sound as it slashed against the rattan armor.

"Wow, that's fast!"

At this moment, Okita Souji seemed to have put winning or losing aside, and an excited smile appeared on his face. After confirming that his opponent was holding back, he not only did not hold back, but began to exert his full strength.

Those were all techniques used in the competition, but what's coming next is the Killer Sword!
The referees on the field had all stood up at some point. The head referee was about to stop them, but was stopped by Hattori Shizuka, who had appeared next to him at some point.

"Only through this kind of rigorous training can a true swordsmanship genius become stronger." "Yes."

Shizuka Hattori has a high opinion of Souji Okita.

Even though I'm from Kyoto, so what?

A kendo prodigy with this kind of talent doesn't matter if he's from Osaka or Japan, as long as he's from Earth.

"Duang~"

After several exchanges, the wooden swords could no longer withstand the impact and both broke.

"This is the true way of the sword!!!"

"I must join Quanxin High School!"

"I'm so excited!"

"I can't take it anymore, I might have to steal Toyama Kazuha's boyfriend."

The audience's eyes were completely drawn to the scene, and they couldn't stop exclaiming in amazement, but Quanxin High School seemed to be more attractive than Kaifang High School.

In terms of the situation, Okita Souji was at a disadvantage. Although his attacks were fierce, they were easily dodged each time.

But the dazzling movements and dashing demeanor are irresistible!

That's what kendo is all about; that's what young people are chasing—power and style coexist.

On the other hand, viewers have begun to doubt Hattori Heiji's identity.

Seemingly realizing that his actions were somewhat disrespectful to his opponent, Xia Chuan chuckled and shouted, "Do you still have a sword?"

"Have!"

Hattori Shizuka responded.

Two intricately carved samurai swords were thrown into the arena.

"Qiangqiang-"

The samurai sword was drawn, and the audience was already horrified!

Is this still a traditional academy-style kendo exchange? This is a sharpened katana! It's not a performance katana, and it's not a wooden sword either!

"It's my turn."

"Are they finally going to get serious?"

Okita Souji gave a weak smile, tried to calm his breathing, and then prepared to rush forward.

brush--

However, before the words had even faded, the cold blade had already arrived!
The instant he caught the sword, Xia Chuan reversed his grip and charged forward, the katana moving with the agility of a dagger in his hand.

Sensing the sharp edge and unparalleled aura, Okita Souji narrowly dodged, only to find that half of his shoulder guard had disappeared.

It is a neat half.

If it had been a life-or-death struggle, what was just severed might have been his entire arm!
The stadium erupted in uproar; could this even be called a competition anymore?
If the organizers hadn't stopped the event, those audience members might have even considered running away.

"Alright, that's enough." Xia Chuan murmured, his speed suddenly increasing.

Okita Souji tried to react, but it was too late.

The blade left afterimages, as if countless sword shadows had appeared, making it impossible to tell which sword shadow was the real blade.

The next moment, the nameplate that Okita Souji had placed in front of his crotch clattered down.

"Sri Kingdom One!" ×N
The audience was dazzled, their mouths agape.

Did you hold back just now? Otherwise, someone would definitely have died!
Okita Souji lost, and the loss was very sudden; the difference in strength was simply too great.
However, isn't Hattori Heiji a bit too strong to be able to outmaneuver Okita Souji?
Of course, some clever people noticed the problem, but they didn't say anything and waited for the person wearing the Hattori name tag to remove his protective gear so they could see his true face.

Unfortunately, they were far too naive. Xia Chuan had no ulterior motives. The reason he fought Okita Souji was simply to see his strength, not to show off.

It's simply impossible to take off the mask.

The competition officially ended, and the organizers breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, no one was killed.

The fact that there were deaths and injuries during the university division competition in the venue was already a headache. If this problem happens again, then this will probably be the last kendo competition.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)