Dragon Raja: Oh no! Lu Mingfei has been diagnosed with depression!

What kind of monster is this?!

Miyamoto silently thought to himself, without any slashing technique or concealing his offensive intentions, he simply raised his sword, stepped forward, and swung it down, yet he could prevent the enemy from even thinking of defending. In that instant, it was as if he saw a Grim Reaper wielding a scythe to reap souls and cleaving him in two at the waist!

All swordsmanship and footwork become useless under the threat of death; nothing in this world can escape death.

At this moment, he understood what Yuan Zhisheng meant by what he said. However, he still wanted to say that this gentleman really overestimated him. Without protective gear, I would not only not last three minutes, but I would not even have a chance to draw my sword!

"Mr. Miyamoto, are you alright?"

Inuyama He asked, somewhat worried about the kendo master's mental state.

Throughout history, the path of swordsmen has been arduous. When faced with formidable enemies they could not defeat, they would doubt the correctness of their swordsmanship. Most of them would spend the rest of their lives immersed in this doubt, and their swordsmanship would come to an end. In the days that followed, they could only call themselves swordsmen, far from reaching the title of sword masters.

"I'm fine, Mr. Inuyama, I just had some thoughts on something."

Miyamoto shook his head, and instead of picking up the knife from the ground, he walked to the side and put on the protective gear.

"Unlike other schools that have world-renowned sword techniques, Niten Ichi-ryu only has the Five Directions Structure and the Five Directions Form. Most of its moves are just basic slashing and parrying techniques. Its core relies on brute force. No matter what sword technique the enemy uses, you can just crush it with your sword!"

Miyamoto picked up his sword, faced Lu Mingfei, and took a deep breath:

"As a school of swordsmanship, Niten Ichi-ryu is far less prestigious than its founder. It declined rapidly after Miyamoto Musashi's death and has never produced a master of sufficient caliber since. Many people think that Niten Ichi-ryu is actually a 'fantasy sword' because its swordsmanship theory far exceeds the physical limits of normal people and is rubbish compared to the Enmei Ichi-ryu originally founded by Miyamoto Musashi."

"What is he doing?"

Genji was taken aback, not understanding why Miyamoto would suddenly say these things.

"Mr. Gen, you may not know this, but the Niten Ichi-ryu style passed down by Mr. Miyamoto has not been recognized before. The Japanese kendo community has always believed that there is only one true successor of Niten Ichi-ryu, and that is the kendo master, Mr. Tansou Iwao Fudosai."

Inuyama He explained that when Lu Mingfei was present, they would address each other by their surnames plus honorifics to avoid Lu Mingfei deducing anything from these minor details. Before they were certain of the mixed-blood faction behind Lu Mingfei, they would not easily reveal the existence of the Snake-Headed Eight Families:

"In fact, Mr. Miyamoto's talent in swordsmanship is not outstanding. He can only master swordsmanship through practice. He can use the sword techniques of the school skillfully, but he cannot have the same strength as Miyamoto Musashi. Therefore, he is regarded as unable to control this dual sword technique driven by brute force and is far from being a true Niten Isshu master."

"To inherit Miyamoto Musashi's surname but not his school of martial arts, and not even be considered a true successor, must have been a disgrace to him."

Genjiro understood somewhat, "That's why he spent his whole life trying to prove that he is the successor of Niten Ichiryu."

"Mr. Miyamoto probably saw an opportunity to prove himself in Lu Jun, but he didn't have enough ability to teach Lu Jun anything in actual combat, so he could only teach him through words."

Inuyama He nodded. "Richie-kun told me he likes violence and feels he'd be a good match for Niten Ichiryu. Gen-kun, are you still confident?"

"I have no way out. I know that the knife in my hand cannot cut through the blade coming at me, so it is not my style to offer my neck and kill myself."

Genji shook his head. "For people like us, even if the road ahead is filled with lava erupting from hell, we will still walk through it with our heads held high!"

Miyamoto reverted to his mid-range stance. Unlike Inuyama He's plan to convey the Niten Ichiryu to Lu Mingfei through words alone, he donned his protective gear and charged straight for a clash of blades!

Three-step charge, body slash!

The two swords were swung out simultaneously, and the blade marks spread rapidly.

Xu, Po, Ji!

At this moment, Miyamoto unleashed a speed and power he had never possessed before, and the blade was already in front of Lu Mingfei the instant he swung it.

Lu Mingfei parried with one hand while swinging his other sword downwards.

Knowing Lu Mingfei's strength, Miyamoto immediately sheathed his sword and stepped back, then struck again as he retreated.

Thrust!

The small katana thrust straight out, its tip aimed directly at Lu Mingfei's throat.

The soft sounds of swords echoed throughout the kendo dojo.

Kesa-giri! Lower Nagi-giri! Reverse Kesa-giri! Men-giri!

Miyamoto could feel the excruciating pain of his muscles tearing apart, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble, yet every slash he unleashed was filled with a desperate killing intent.

But he couldn't stop; the blade sliced ​​through the air with a monstrous howl.

Just as Inuyama He said, he had mastered these basic sword techniques to the extreme. He knew the timing of each strike and could sense every bit of killing intent on the blade!

The disciples in the dojo had all witnessed Miyamoto's swordsmanship and marveled at how these basic slashing techniques could unleash such tremendous power. However, they also secretly discussed that Master Miyamoto was too stubborn, insisting on this "Imaginary Sword." If he had switched to another style, he might have already achieved the title of swordsmanship grandmaster.

Miyamoto himself knew this, of course, but he couldn't convince himself that if he didn't have enough strength, he should make up for it with skill!

Miyamoto continued to swing his sword, but Lu Mingfei did not move at all. Although he was holding sharp blades in both hands, he used only the greatsword in his right hand to completely engulf Miyamoto's fierce and rapid sword light.

Two knives joined together!

Miyamoto stepped forward again, almost crashing into Lu Mingfei's arms. He used his twin swords to lock the large dachi he was using to parry, forcing Lu Mingfei to use the small dachi in his left hand.

Twin swords whirling and spinning!

Miyamoto completely abandoned his defense, his body spinning with his twin swords, using the momentum to slash at Lu Mingfei's blades one after another, like a continuous downpour.

His muscles were aching terribly, and even his bones were creaking, yet he let out a long, exhilarating roar. He had reached the limit of an ordinary person's physical strength, and he had tried countless times to cross it, but each time he failed.

Lu Mingfei finally drew both swords simultaneously.

Kesa-giri! Lower Nagi-giri! Reverse Kesa-giri! Men-giri!

The exact same slashing technique was used, but it was more violent. Lu Mingfei used the slashing technique in sequence in an instant, without needing to know the timing. The extreme power transmitted from the blade forced Miyamoto to sheathe his sword and block.

Kesa-giri! Lower Nagi-giri! Reverse Kesa-giri! Men-giri!

The second round of slashes followed closely to Miyamoto's blade. The strangulation attack of the two blades was broken, and Miyamoto no longer had a chance to swing his sword. Lu Mingfei had already rushed in close, leaving him no distance to swing his sword.

Twin swords whirling and spinning!

The murderous intent permeating the air was torn to shreds by the fierce wind, and even the glint of the blades dissipated.

Lu Mingfei brushed past him, and Miyamoto's twin swords fell from his hands. He collapsed helplessly to the ground, his protective gear shattering at that moment, revealing the crisscrossing slash marks on his body.

Lu Mingfei's twin swords plunged straight into the floor on either side of his head, the hilts trembling wildly in the wind.

Two swords joined together, exchanging blows and keeping each other.