Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

Lin Xiaofeng nodded. That's true. In martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken.

Next, under Hattori Heiji's guidance, Lin Xiaofeng put on Hattori Heiji's kendo uniform and protective gear in the changing room. He then returned to the athletes' rest area to wait for his turn.

"Is that Heiji Hattori? He doesn't seem like it," Kazuha Toyama said, pointing to the Kaifang High School's rest area where a player was preparing to go on stage. Although the player was fully equipped and her face was obscured, based on her understanding of Heiji Hattori, it was very likely not him.

In the stands, Shizuka Ikemura's gaze was also fixed on the boy in the rest area of ​​the arena below, who was wearing his own son's protective gear and kendo uniform. The corners of her lips, which were evenly coated with lipstick, unconsciously curled up with an interesting smile.

"Heiji actually dragged Xiaofeng to replace him on the field. Heiji has really fallen to this level. But... Xiaofeng's performance on the field will definitely be more exciting than Heiji's."

"Huh?" Yukiko also turned her attention to Lin Xiaofeng, who was fully equipped. "So that person is Lin Xiaofeng. Yay, I'm going to cheer him on later!"

· ······Requesting flowers· ····

Meanwhile, in the rest area on one side of Kyoto Izumi Shin High School.

"Hey, speaking of which, Hattori Heiji, the guy from Osaka Kaido, is going to be playing in the next match, right? Where's Okita Souji?"

A high school student from the Kendo Club of Izumi High School, who had just checked the match schedule, turned around and asked his teammates who were either resting or drinking water.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone shrugged and replied to him in a rather indifferent tone.

"I don't know, he's probably still slacking off in some corner, or rather, in his own words, conserving his energy. Besides, Hattori Heiji himself isn't here either, so he's probably using the same tactic, right?"

"Didn't come? Then tell me who that person sitting over there wearing protective gear with the word 'Hattori' on it is?"

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"...I don't know. I've never seen him in previous competitions. I guess he's a relatively talented new member. He's here to do the hard work for the seniors and play in a couple of preliminary rounds, ostensibly to gain experience."

"You mean...that person isn't Hattori Heiji!"

The students from Izumi High School who were having a discussion looked up at each other and discovered that it was actually Ooka Momiji, the student council president of Izumi High School.

"President Ooka Momiji, what are you doing here?"

"Of course, I want to watch my Prince Charming's match up close." Ooka Momiji said with a lovesick expression.

"Do you mean Okita Souji?"

"It's Hattori Heiji. You idiot!" Ooka Momiji looked down on Okita Souji; Hattori Heiji was her ideal man.

"Heiji Hattori? I remember he was quite dark-skinned. Does he have any connection to the Prince Charming?"

"Prince Charming is just a metaphor. You idiot!"

"Alright. President Ooka Momiji, look closely. That guy isn't Hattori Heiji. Hattori Heiji isn't that fair-skinned!"

"Huh?!" Ooka Momiji stared intently, and sure enough, it wasn't Hattori Heiji. She couldn't help but feel disappointed that Heiji hadn't participated in the match himself. "Who is it? How dare they bring up Hattori Heiji? Unforgivable!"

"I won't let him get away with this!" With that, Ooka Momiji began to put on her protective gear.

"President Ooka Momiji, what are you doing?"

"Of course, I'll personally take the stage and teach that scoundrel who dared to impersonate Hattori Heiji a lesson."

"President Ooka Momiji, please calm down."

The members of the kendo club at Izumi High School tried to stop Ooka Momiji.

"Get out of my way."

Ooka Momiji swept her sword across, clearing away those blocking her path, and stormed onto the field.

306. Lin Xiaofeng: Da Gang, your white moonlight is the pedophile priest!

"The third round of the preliminary round will now begin. All contestants, please take your positions!"

Heiji Hattori's preliminary round was in the third round. In other words, it was Lin Xiaofeng's turn to take the stage.

"Come on, we can't lose! Our goal at Gaifang High School is to win the finals!"

The members of the kendo club in the rest area of ​​Gaifang High School were really worried that Lin Xiaofeng would lose. Although Hattori Heiji had already given them a heads-up, they were still very worried, fearing that the outside help Hattori Heiji had called in would lose the match.

Lin Xiaofeng tied the helmet strap tightly behind his head, bent down to pick up the bamboo swords on the ground, held one in each hand, and turned his head back and forth.

"Then, let's go."

Lin Xiaofeng sighed inwardly. The Kansai High School Kendo League was really too casual. Impersonation was no problem at all, and no one from the "170" team even checked it. It was really chaotic.

"You're not Hattori Heiji, who are you?" Lin Xiaofeng was bombarded with questions by his opponent as soon as he stepped onto the field.

Lin Xiaofeng pretended to be stupid and didn't bother to explain. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that his opponent also seemed to be an imposter.

"Why are there girls competing in the men's group? And who are you?"

"I'm asking you a question! How dare you ask me that?"

"Shouldn't you state your full name before asking someone's name?"

Lin Xiaofeng's opponent was quite direct, stating his full name directly: "Ooka Momiji".

Upon learning that the other party was Ooka Momiji, Lin Xiaofeng smiled happily and then introduced himself: "Lin Xiaofeng."

"Why did you replace Hattori Heiji on the field? Where is Hattori Heiji?" Ooka Momiji questioned.

"Did you come up here just to ask me this?" Lin Xiaofeng continued to ask.

"Please be quiet, everyone. The match is about to begin!" Suddenly, the referee interrupted the whispers between the two people.

Ooka Momiji assumed a standard kendo starting stance. Lin Xiaofeng, on the other hand, was completely relaxed, his posture casual, and his taunts were palpable.

Then, the referee's raised hand fell high into the air.

"start!"

After the word "referee" was spoken with a resounding tone, Lin Xiaofeng's opponent, Ooka Momiji, immediately roared in her sweet voice, "Die!" She raised her bamboo sword and slashed straight at Lin Xiaofeng, making the simplest "face strike" move.

To Lin Xiaofeng, Ooka Momiji's attack was like a slow-motion video; he simply swung his bamboo sword in his left hand, drawing a smooth arc from bottom to top.

Snapped!

The two swords clashed, and the two men pressed face to face.

"Let me guess, you went up there so you could meet Hattori Heiji, whom you have a crush on, right?" Lin Xiaofeng suddenly spoke up, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Who said I have a one-sided crush? Heiji Hattori and I made a promise to get married when we were kids. But you, why did you take Heiji Hattori's place?" Momiji Ooka retorted.

"Clap clap-"

The two exchanged several more blows. While Ooka Momiji was very strong in the women's group, she wasn't as good as the men's group. Lin Xiaofeng, wanting to give her some face, deliberately didn't let her lose so quickly.

"Don't you know that Heiji already has someone he likes?"

"You mean the distant mountains and leaves."

"No, not her!"

"That is……"

With a "snap," the bamboo sword collided with another object.

The bamboo sword in Ooka Momiji's hand cracked with a crisp sound, and after being flicked through the air in an arched arc, it fell to the ground like a piece of scattered paper.

Without giving Ooka Momiji, who had lost her weapon, a chance to react and stop, Lin Xiaofeng twisted his waist and hips, thrusting forward with his right hand holding the sword. With a simple, straight thrust, he pierced the former's forehead, striking the metal mesh of the helmet with a clang.

"The person Heiji Hattori likes is—Conan Edogawa."

Lin Xiaofeng brandished his sword and unleashed a Kasaya Slash that cut from his opponent's left shoulder to his right hip.

"Edogawa Conan is a cute little boy."

As Ooka Momiji looked on in astonishment, Lin Xiaofeng flipped his wrist and lightly slashed across his opponent's abdomen with his bamboo sword.

"Give up. You can't win when it comes to cuteness."

With three valid points scored, Ooka Momiji lost completely.

Ooka Momiji, on the field, suddenly erupted.

"I don't believe you, you're lying!"

The referee was startled when he heard the noise. In the boys' competition, Quanxin High School had actually sent a girl to compete. Was this a mistake?

Lin Xiaofeng did not respond to Ooka Momiji, but turned to look at the referee who was also stunned.

"...Is it okay?"

"Uh, that's enough, that's enough!"

Only when the sound came did the referee seem to wake up from a dream and raise one hand high.

"I hereby declare Hattori the winner of this preliminary round!"

After confirming his victory, Lin Xiaofeng headed towards the rest area, and Ooka Momiji immediately followed.

"Lin Xiaofeng, what exactly did you mean by what you just said?"

"Didn't I make it very clear? Hattori Heiji, whom you've been so obsessed with, has someone he likes."

"I know, but you said that person wasn't Kazuha Toyama, and who the hell is Conan Edogawa? And what do you mean by 'little boy'?"

"Heiji Hattori likes little boys, which means, Ooka-kun, your white moonlight is a pedophile priest, don't you understand?"

Lin Xiaofeng looked at Ooka Momiji speechlessly, saying that even the most honest ones wouldn't work.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Ooka Momiji 1.4 was frantic. She just couldn't believe that the white moonlight she had been in love with was actually a pedophile priest. It was a complete shock to her worldview.

The members of Izumi High School went up to comfort Ooka Momiji and asked her what her level was.

"That person is very strong. I think only Okita Souji can beat him!"

Ooka Momiji tugged at her small fist and went straight to Okita Souji, urging him to get into the ring as soon as possible, defeat Lin Xiaofeng, and avenge her. Okita Souji, who had just watched the match, was also interested in Lin Xiaofeng and immediately agreed.

In the audience, Yukiko, Shizuka, and Kazuha were all amazed by Lin Xiaofeng's performance. Before they could even cheer him on, the battle was over. The three girls were clearly still eager for more and looked forward to Lin Xiaofeng's next performance.

307. Ooka Autumn Leaves: Lin Xiaofeng, Thai Pants Spicy

After easily winning the first match, Rukawa Kofuyu faced another player from Izumi Shin High School. This time, Izumi Shin High School's ace player, Okita Souji, took to the field.

"You're very strong, but is this all?"

"Are you Okita Souji?"

"That's right, I am Okita Souji. Are you scared?"

"You're not good enough. Unless Iron Sword comes out, there's still one more fight."

"Gang of Iron Swords! Chat!! What nonsense are you spouting? That guy, how could he possibly participate in this kind of competition?!"

Upon hearing the words "Iron Sword," Okita Souji felt a chill run down his spine. That person's strength had long surpassed the realm of human comprehension; how could he possibly participate in such a high school league?

Upon hearing the mention of the iron sword, Okita Souji became completely serious. He gripped the bamboo sword with both hands, adopting a low stance with his left shoulder forward and the tip of the sword behind, and then fixed his gaze on Lin Xiaofeng in front of him.

Similarly, seeing Okita Souji's stance, Lin Xiaofeng subconsciously held his sword with both hands, angled it upwards at forty-five degrees, and positioned it on the center line in front of him.

"Go, Kaze! You're the best!" Yukiko shouted.

"Go, Xiaofeng!" Yuanshan Kazuha cheered loudly from the stands.

Seeing how enthusiastic Yukiko and Kazuha Toyama were, Shizuka Ikenami swallowed her pride and said, "Good luck... Kaze!"

The other spectators looked at the three women with puzzled expressions. Who was Xiao Feng? Was he even at the competition?

With Judgement 17's order, Lin Xiaofeng and Okita Souji began their battle.

In terms of swordsmanship, Lin Xiaofeng, a complete novice, is definitely no match for Okita Souji. In terms of speed, Lin Xiaofeng is miles ahead of Okita Souji.

Two bolts of lightning collided repeatedly, neither gaining the upper hand. For a moment, the crowd of onlookers fell silent, seemingly sensing that the atmosphere of the match was somewhat different.

"This is... the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu's One Cut Two Cuts?" Ikenami Shizuka worried about Lin Xiaofeng. "Xiaofeng, you've met your match!"

"Huh? Is this person very powerful?" Yukiko's forehead was sweating, and she became worried.

"Aunt Jinghua, how did Xiaofeng deal with it?" Yuanshan Kazuha asked with concern about Ikenami Jinghua, who was proficient in swordsmanship.

"It's just the most basic movements, um... no, it's completely without any method." Ikeba Shizuka was already confused about whether Lin Xiaofeng understood swordsmanship or not. If he didn't, how did he win just now?

Upon hearing Shizuka Ikenami's explanation, Yukiko was somewhat surprised:

"Is it okay for Xiaofeng to use the most basic moves to deal with Okita Souji?"

After testing each other, the two began to maneuver, both seemingly very focused, searching for the right moment to strike.

Although Lin Xiaofeng did not choose to use the bamboo sword to protect his center line, it seemed that as long as Okita Souji seized the initiative, he could take advantage of the opponent's weak center line defense and gain the upper hand.

However, intuitively, Okita Souji did not dare to make a move rashly. Although Lin Xiaofeng did not understand what stance his opponent was using, intuitively he could already foresee that if he took the initiative to attack, his opponent's stance would allow him to easily avoid his attack and strike first, taking advantage of his weakness. It was clearly a counter-attack sword technique.

Therefore, taking the initiative to attack is definitely not a good choice. Ideally, it would be better to let the opponent take the initiative first, and my current stance is already biased towards defense.