Chapter 22: Tachi? Tang Heng!
Chapter 22: Tachi? Tang Heng!
On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month in the Yi Si year, it is taboo to bury or move the coffin, but it is more appropriate to hold sacrifices and fasting and offering sacrifices.
Ruyi Temple, Life and Death Platform
"Brother, what if that beast loses and refuses to admit defeat?"
"Once the life and death agreement is signed, the martial arts master will be fair."
Listening to the discussion of the martial artists beside him, Qin Huai made up his mind to let the little girl in front of him return to Yingzhou lying down.
"Sama Sato, that bastard only took advantage of the sneak attack. How could he possibly defeat you in a duel?
Your Iai was praised by Lord Miyamoto. ” (Yingzhou language)
"No matter how powerful his fists and feet are, he still uses a sword, right? How can the swordsmanship of other places compare to our Yingzhou swordsmanship?" (Yingzhou dialect)
"I think that man just looks fierce, how could he possibly win over the wise and mighty Lord Sato?" (Yingzhou dialect)
Sato, who was being flattered by the ronin, seemed to have regained the courage that had just been scared away by Qin Huai when he heard the compliments from his subordinates.
"Looking at his young age, he must have never seen blood. The advantage is mine!"
When Sato thought about this, he couldn't help but look down on Qin Huai.
"clang clang"
As soon as the gong sounded, the two men went up to the platform surrounded by warriors from both sides.
On the stage, feeling the cold murderous intent in Qin Huai's eyes, Sato's hand, which was drawing the knife, trembled involuntarily.
Seeing Sato in front of him holding a knife in both hands and ready for battle, Qin Huai did not take it lightly.
After all, fighting with weapons is different from fighting with fists and feet. Even if it is a fight to the death, there are many more variables when using weapons than with bare hands.
"Zheng~"
The lost sword rings again, and the broken clouds are unsheathed.
Hearing the crisp sound of the sword, the eyes of everyone on the sidelines were all focused on the sword from the prosperous Tang Dynasty in Qin Huai's hand.
An ordinary sword is already quite long if it is three feet long, but the Broken Cloud in Qin Huai's hand is more than half a palm longer than an ordinary sword.
Although it is still not as good as the 1.5-meter-long sword in Sato's hand, it is enough for Qin Huai to wield.
"The one who defeated you is Sato Kojiro-sama from the Katori Shinto-ryu of Oei Province!"
"Eight extremes, Qinhuai."
Qin Huai didn't want to waste time talking, so he just announced his name and wanted to get close first.
However, he didn't expect that before he could say half of his words, Sato rushed in front of him with a knife.
"Fuck, no moral ethics!" Qin Huai cursed in his heart.
Facing the katana that was already within reach, Qin Huai stepped back slightly to dodge Sato's swift slash of the kasaya, and extended the Broken Cloud in his hand forward to block the ronin's oncoming slash.
Seeing that Qin Huai easily blocked his attack, Sato grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and rushed forward.
"Whoosh" "Bang"
Suiyun raised his sword and the two knives collided. The fast and fierce forward thrust was deflected by Qin Huai's powerful wrist strength.
Sato saw Qin Huai retreating but he took advantage of the situation and followed up with two reverse cassock strikes.
"Ding, Ding"
The swords clashed against each other, and sparks flew all over the field for a moment. The two swords broke apart as if white snakes were hitting each other. Qin Huai saw that the force coming from Suiyun was gradually weakening, and saw that Sato's heart was wide open, so he chopped Huashan with his sword and took the ronin's head and face.
When Sato heard the sound of wind, his body suddenly went limp as if he had no bones. His left hand held Suiyun with his knife, but he did not resist hard. He retracted the strength in his hand as soon as it was touched, and used the force to twist his body and land on the ground. He actually used his left hand to support the ground with the knife, made an arc and moved behind Qin Huai. With his right hand, he stabbed Qin Huai's back garden with a vicious and cruel Thousand Years Kill.
It was also the first time that Qin Huai had seen such a vicious and cruel fighting method. He blew a breath, snorted coldly, and stomped his feet heavily.
For a moment, Sato only felt the ground shaking violently, and then he heard a "crack" and a piece of white bone with a little blood emerged from his ankle.
"bang"
Qin Huai saw that the opportunity was fleeting, and followed up with a fierce knee strike, directly knocking the ronin away and rolling to the other side of the ring. "Killing you seems to dirty my knife a bit."
"Baga, who do you think I am?"
But Sato was seen struggling to get up with the help of a knife, and he seemed to want to make one more last-ditch effort.
Seeing Sato sheathing his sword, Qin Huai's expression became a little more serious.
"Iai? Then give it a try!"
After saying this, he also sheathed the knife.
Sato endured the severe pain, lowered his center of gravity, and drew his sword in an instant!
A flash of knife light like snow passed by, and a strand of hair fell
"Bang!" The two swords collided, and a broken blade fell on the ring.
"It is not unfair that he died under Yinliu Iai."
After saying this, a line of blood appeared from Sato's lower abdomen to his right shoulder, and the whole person fell to the ground on the ring.
Waving his hand to clear away the dust, Qin Huai took the knife-cleaning cloth handed to him by his junior brother, and standing in the sunset, he sternly said to the trembling and bewildered ronin:
"When you come to Tianjin, you must abide by the rules of Tianjin. If you don't abide by the rules? Then I'll see how many heads you have for me to chop off. Do you have eight heads too?"
Seeing Qin Huai's victory, the martial artists below the stage couldn't help but burst into laughter when they heard Qin Huai's words.
"Little bastard, this is not the place for you to show off. Go back to your parents."
"How dare you commit a malicious act in broad daylight? The people on the stage will suffer the same fate as you!"
Hearing the ridicule from the martial artists, the ronin said nothing, carrying Sato's body and left in disgrace.
On the edge of the crowd, one old and one young.
The two men watched this exciting fight from beginning to end. The young man seemed puzzled and turned to ask the old man.
"Master, isn't that man a member of the Baji Sect? How come he also knows Yingzhou swordsmanship?"
"That's not Iai, he's using the Japanese sword slash from the Shinyou sword that's designed to kill ronin.
This guy has something. It looks like this martial arts performance is going to be interesting."
The old man narrowed his eyes and led the young man deeper into Wuguan Street.
Medicine shed for trauma
Looking at the dark-skinned man who was no longer seriously injured, A Ge stammered and wanted to say something but was a little hesitant.
"Alright, just ask if you have anything to ask. It makes me uncomfortable to see you dithering."
The young man's thoughts were all shown on his face. How could Qin Huai not know what his junior brother was hesitating about?
"Brother, your last knife?"
In A Ge's opinion, the blade of Suiyun is short and Qin Huai is powerful. By the time the ronin draws out his sword, Suiyun should have wiped the blade and sheathed it.
But at that time, it was Sato who drew out the sword first. If Qin Huai had not dodged the diagonal slash by leaning back, and if Qin Huai's powerful and heavy sword had not broken the blade, Qin Huai would have been the loser.
"I think you've discovered that I can be faster than him using the Iai technique.
But can you win by being fast? What if both sides are destroyed and suffer losses?
Although I don't like people from Yingzhou, they have a very correct idea.
'The first is the first', in a deathmatch, anticipation is not enough, you have to be faster, and try to win a big victory without getting hurt."
Looking at A Ge who seemed to be deep in thought, Qin Huai added quietly,
"If you continue to talk, you've already been released. If you want them to see their ancestors, then they have to use their ancestral swords and laws.
Wouldn't it be awkward if I were to use such a stupid trick with my ancestral knife?
In the end, he just used the Xinyou Knife. Who dares to say that Marshal Qi's method is not the ancestral method?"
(End of this chapter)