The scene erupted with laughter.
The teacher smiled and shook his head: "That’s the stuff of myths and novels. In reality, the highest realm of swordsmanship is to make the sword an extension of your arm. If you can make the sword part of your arm, then you’re very close to becoming a swordsman..."
The instructors were enthusiastically explaining, and Jiang Guangrong was listening attentively. Suddenly, a troublemaker appeared among the crowd.
Taking advantage of the instructor’s idle talk, Miyamoto said: "Instructor, I have a suggestion."
The coach nodded: "Go ahead."
Miyamoto glared at Jiang Guangrong. His eyelids trembled like Miyamoto Shigeru yesterday. This Miyamoto couldn’t hold his breath!
As expected, Miyamoto glanced at Jiang Guangrong and laughed: "I’ve studied swordsmanship before. I’d like to ask the instructor to allow friends who haven’t learned it to learn from ."
The instructor raised an eyebrow and said, "I’m not a swordsmanship master, but I’ve seen plenty of techniques." As long as it’s not Miss Miyamoto, I believe I can defeat you if I compete against you. Since you’re looking for a beating, co on, I’ll satisfy your desire for punishnt!"
Miyamoto Shigeru’s mouth twitched slightly. He shook his head and then shook it again. He said awkwardly, "No, no, no, teacher, you misunderstood . I want to find soone from the crowd to compete with!"
"Oh..." The teacher couldn’t help feeling disappointed. "Alright, you can choose for yourself. As long as the other party is willing to compete with you, I will certainly learn your two sword techniques seriously. After the competition, I will give you two correct suggestions and advice."
"Thank you very much, coach!" Miyamoto Shigeru almost laughed.
Jiang Guangrong’s mouth twitched violently. Jiang Guangrong was sure that what Miyamoto Zhengyi said was nonsense. This smiling tiger was coming to him. This smiling tiger wanted to find an opportunity to retaliate!
Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong sent greetings to Miyamoto and his family in his heart. Originally, Jiang Guangrong wanted to retreat behind Wei Xinyang, but on second thought, he never intended to fight. Whether he hid or not made no difference. More importantly, even if he hid, Miyamoto Zhengyi would still choose his na. Jiang Guangrong wasn’t afraid here.
Predictably, Miyamoto Shigeru imdiately turned his attention to Jiang Guangrong. Miyamoto blinked his sinister little eyes and looked at Jiang Guangrong. A characteristic smile hung on his face, and his tone was as gentle as possible: "Ever since I ca to the Xia Dynasty from the Eastern Country, I haven’t t anyone. I have so friendship with Brother Jiang. I wonder if they’d be interested in pointing out?"
Do we have any relationship? I wish you were dead ahead.
"Ah?" Listening to Jiang Guangrong’s words, everyone was moved.
In the eyes of others, Jiang Guangrong has always avoided dueling with Miyamoto Shigeru in swordsmanship, because Jiang Guangrong didn’t intend to defeat Miyamoto Shigeru in a field he’s not good at. At this mont, Jiang Guangrong actually accepted Miyamoto Shigeru’s challenge, was Jiang Guangrong hiding his strength the whole ti? Or was Miyamoto Shigeru’s aggressive approach successful?
Miyamoto Shigeru was stunned. For a mont, he seed slightly guilty. In Miyamoto Shigeru’s view, Jiang Guangrong was definitely not a power-saving light, refusing any uncertain challenge. At this ti, he casually said a few words related to his woman, which angered the whole family to the point of fury. Even if he took a step back, he wouldn’t give up. Was he truly angry, or had he been hiding his strength all along?
But at this ti, Miyamoto Zhengyi was also in a dilemma. In this battle, if he wanted to fight, he had to; if he didn’t, he still had to. After all, this was a challenge initiated by Miyamoto Zhengyi before. To make Jiang Guangrong accept the challenge, Miyamoto Zhengyi thought of every possible way. If he refused, would he be left at grandmother’s ho? Losing face is not a problem. The important thing is that he would lose his family’s face. Losing the woman of the family, wouldn’t she want to use a knife to commit suicide?
Thinking of this, Miyamoto couldn’t help but turn around and sneak a glance at Miyamoto Keiko.
In fact, Miyamoto Keiko was not interested in the duel, but it was about the honor of the Miyamoto Family. He may have no interest in it, but he must care about it. Furthermore, Miyamoto Keiko was also a bit surprised to hear Jiang Guangrong’s words. He observed that there was an unclear relationship between this person and the Qin Family, and the whole body didn’t show any traces of martial arts practice. Typically, if one practices martial arts, they’ll exhibit it in their walk, with few exceptions among top experts who practice martial arts to the extre. Jiang Guangrong clearly didn’t resemble the latter.
When Miyamoto noticed Miyamoto’s gaze on him, he imdiately understood Miyamoto’s intentions. Miyamoto Keiko nodded slightly, indicating Miyamoto could join in this duel.
Miyamoto Zhengyi gained Miyamoto’s affirmation. He felt a bit relieved. If Jiang Guangrong has hidden strength, he shouldn’t hide it from Miyamoto.
Actually, Miyamoto Keiko wasn’t exactly sure in his heart, but reconsidering, it was also a friendly contest in the class. Jiang Guangrong wouldn’t get hurt on losing. Thus, he wouldn’t need to worry about any future revenge from the Qin Family, saving extra trouble for his task and helping Miyamoto relieve his anger, which benefits the purpose of his trip. Even if Miyamoto lost, although it would bring sha to the Miyamoto Family, where’s the suicide squad? Even if one lost to such a hidden individual, no one would sha your family. At the sa ti, you can defeat Miyamoto Seiichi. Don’t always think you’re so mighty.
In fact, the instructor didn’t have a favor for Miyamoto Zhengyi from the Eastern Country. Seeing Jiang Guangrong agree to Miyamoto Zhengyi’s challenge, the instructor kindly reminded: "Jiang Guangrong, are you sure you want to accept Miyamoto Zhengyi’s challenge? You need to think clearly. If you refuse to join the ’Death Camp’ in class, no one dares to take you!"
Jiang Guangrong’s eyes were fixed on Miyamoto Zhengyi, his teeth clenching, producing a sharp grinding sound. Jiang Guangrong replied one by one: "I! Indeed! Of course!"
"Honor!" Qin Zheng suddenly pulled Jiang Guangrong’s right hand. Qin Zheng learned from Miyamoto’s judgnt that Miyamoto might be a little weak. If Jiang Guangrong refused the challenge now, he believed Miyamoto Shigeru wouldn’t be aggressive. From Qin Zheng’s point of view, whether Jiang Guangrong wins or loses in this class competition, Jiang Guangrong is the biggest loser. If Jiang Guangrong loses, then he’s a loser. Even if Jiang Guangrong had indeed hidden his strength and won this match, he’d only expose his power a month ahead after joining the camp. This is definitely not favorable for the subsequent life in Death Camp, where he’d stay for a long ti.
Jiang Guangrong violently shrugged off Qin Zheng’s hand, ignoring him and not even glancing at him. He walked step by step toward Miyamoto, bent down and picked up a wooden sword, his eyes burning as he stared at Miyamoto.
Qin Zheng couldn’t help but sigh: It’s all over, the duel hasn’t started, the mind’s already confused. Brother Guangrong is going to lose, how persistent he is about his first love.
The instructor glanced at Jiang Guangrong and finally reminded him: Miyamoto tightly gripped the wooden sword in his hand, then placed it to the right, opened his eyes and said: "Brother Jiang, are you ready? I’m about to start!"
Jiang Guangrong seed not to have heard Miyamoto Shigeru’s words. He took a big mouthful, raised the wooden sword in both hands, and slashed at Miyamoto with a chop.
Jiang Guangrong’s sword had no form or technique, just like he was chopping wildly.
Miyamoto Zhengyi was also a martial arts learner. He crossed the sword in front of him and easily blocked Jiang Guangrong’s attack.
Miyamoto tried to discern Jiang Guangrong’s strength from his first move. Miyamoto laughed and said: "A paper tiger!"
Jiang Guangrong retrieved the sword and continued thrusting towards Miyamoto’s right abdon.
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