Chapter 119: The Final Battle of Takamagahara (2)
After the old man finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, signaling the surrounding swordsmen to prepare to attack. The heads of ten kendo schools moved at the same time, and the air around them almost solidified, as if invisible sharp blades were hanging over Lu Mingfei's head.
"Only strength can prove everything." The old man slowly drew out the long knife from his waist. The knife shone coldly under the light, like a poisonous snake about to be unsheathed, ready to take the opponent's life at any time.
Lu Mingfei was still standing there, his eyes calm and fearless. He tightly grasped the wooden sword in his hand and walked down from the stage with steady steps. At that moment, it seemed that he was the only figure left in the entire hall, and all eyes were firmly attracted to him.
"Strength?" He whispered softly, with a hint of mockery in his voice, "Well, I'll show you."
He swung the wooden sword in his hand forward violently, and at that moment, an invisible wave of air seemed to explode in the air.
Following his movements, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly became tense.
Misuzu Yano only felt her heart beating violently. She had never seen such a strong aura. At this moment, Lu Mingfei seemed to have become a completely different person. There was tremendous power hidden under his calmness and composure, like a beast about to wake up, ready to tear everything apart at any time.
"Do it!" The leading old man growled, and the swordsmen behind him quickly drew their swords. Dozens of cold lights flashed through the air at the same time, heading straight towards Lu Mingfei.
But at the moment they drew their swords, Lu Mingfei moved. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the wooden sword seemed to have come to life, drawing perfect arcs in the air. Every swing was extremely precise, hitting the opponent's flaws directly.
The two wooden swords were used to cut against the robe and along the robe at the same time.
"clang--"
The sound of the sword colliding with the wooden sword rang out crisply, accompanied by the vibration of metal. The sound of fierce confrontation echoed in the air. The blades of those swordsmen were useless in front of Lu Mingfei. Every time he swung his sword, it was with unstoppable force, forcing his opponents to retreat again and again.
When those swordsmen rushed forward together, Lu Mingfei was always able to use the wheel slash to force them back.
This is a continuous circular attack motion, with the sword cutting between up and down circles like a wheel, forming a continuous attack.
When Lu Mingfei wielded the two wooden swords, they were like an absolute domain that no one could get close to.
Misuzu Yano hardly dared to blink, as if the man who had just performed elegantly on the stage was now performing another even more grand performance.
He was not at all flustered, his movements were sharp and decisive, and every move and every style seemed to have been deduced and trained countless times, as if he was born to fight.
The sound of swords clashing with wooden swords was endless. Lu Mingfei's figure shuttled through the battle like a ghost, constantly dodging and counterattacking. His movements were so fast that people could hardly see them clearly. All they could see were the swordsmen retreating one after another, and the blades were useless in front of him.
Reverse robe, forward robe, donkiri, Ichimonji slash, Suigetsu slash, Ryufeng reverse, Fanqie, Wheel slash, one move after another of the ancient sword techniques were used by Lu Mingfei.
Originally these moves were still relatively crude, but they gradually became more proficient in the confrontation with those old men who called themselves sword masters.
Beads of sweat gradually appeared on the foreheads of those old men, and they began to breathe heavily. No matter how superb their swordsmanship was, they were still old after all.
"It's time to get serious!" Seeing that he couldn't succeed, the old man's face changed and he roared. His eyes instantly became golden, and the golden light in his pupils was like a burning flame.
Golden light also burst out from the pupils of other old men, and they began to ignite their own dragon blood. At their age, they could still fight with such high intensity, which only half-bloods could do.
Or perhaps only a mixed-blood could gain a foothold in the kendo world and become famous.
However, they came here today to defend the dignity of kendo, so they will not use words but will use kendo to defeat the opponents in front of them.
“Oh, are they all mixed-bloods…” Lu Mingfei looked at the golden light bursting out of the eyes of those old men, and his eyes also burst out with golden light like lava.
As the dragon blood ignited, the atmosphere in the air instantly became more tense. The speed of several old men increased dramatically, and their figures shuttled across the battlefield like afterimages. Their long swords drew golden arcs in the air, and each blade light carried the momentum of breaking through the air, as if to tear apart the entire space.
"Secret: Flowing Wind Slash!" One of the old men shouted, and the blade swept out. The blade light seemed to turn into a gust of wind, quickly approaching Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly when he saw the knife light, but facing this swift attack, he was not panicked at all. He stepped on the ground with both feet, and his figure retreated like an arrow. The wooden sword in his hand swung out like lightning, facing the gust of knife light head-on.
"when!"
With a loud bang, Lu Mingfei's wooden sword collided with the old man's long sword, sparks flew, and a huge force was transmitted along the blade. The two forces confronted each other in the air, the blade and the wooden sword were at a stalemate, and a strong sense of oppression filled the air.
However, the corners of Lu Mingfei's mouth slightly raised, with a hint of sneer in his eyes.
"Is that all the strength you have?" His voice was low and full of undisguised contempt.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mingfei suddenly exerted force, grasped the wooden sword with both hands, and pushed it forward suddenly. The huge force instantly knocked back the old man's long sword. The old man involuntarily staggered back a few steps and almost lost his balance.
Before he could steady himself, Lu Mingfei approached like a ghost, and his wooden sword drew a perfect arc in the air, slashing towards the old man's side.
"Broken body!"
It was an extremely fierce attack. The wooden sword, with a sharp sound, went straight to the old man's waist.
The old man's face suddenly changed, and he quickly blocked it with his sword, but he was still a step too slow. The sword hit his waist accurately, and the huge impact force instantly knocked him out. He hit the wall heavily, blood spurted out of his mouth, his body twitched a few times on the ground, and then he lost consciousness.
Seeing this, the faces of the other old men became increasingly gloomy, and there was a flash of shock and uneasiness in their eyes. Lu Mingfei's strength and speed far exceeded their expectations. At this time, Lu Mingfei still seemed calm and composed, as if he had not really used his full strength.
But the old men did not retreat. The dragon blood in their bodies was completely boiling, and they launched the final attack with a roar.
"Secret: Thunder Slash!" The other old man gritted his teeth and roared. He tightly grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands and suddenly raised the knife above his head. There was a faint flash of lightning on the blade, and with the force of thunder, he chopped down at Lu Mingfei fiercely.
This sword contained all his strength. The blade was as swift as lightning, as if it could split the earth in half. The surrounding air vibrated because of the thundering slash, bringing up a violent airflow.
A cold light flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes. He did not choose to dodge, but raised his two swords, crossed them quickly, and met the thundering slash head-on.
"boom!"
The moment the Thunder Slash collided with the wooden sword, a loud bang erupted in the air. A powerful air wave spread out instantly, causing the surrounding curtains to rustle. A tiny crack even appeared on the ground. The violent force intertwined in the air, shaking the entire venue slightly.
The two forces were at a stalemate. Although the Thunder Slash was extremely fierce, Lu Mingfei's strength was stronger. His two swords blocked the attack steadily, and his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, without being shaken back at all. "Too weak!" Lu Mingfei used the wooden sword in his hand again, and pushed forward suddenly, completely neutralizing the old man's Thunder Slash. The old man's body was shaken back several steps, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Lu Mingfei did not give him any chance to breathe. His figure disappeared again and approached him in an instant. He swung his wooden sword like a storm, and continuous "Shun Jiasha Zhan" fell one after another. Each blow carried a devastating force.
The old man fought hard, but Lu Mingfei's attack was too fast. His body was forced to retreat again and again. The long sword in his hand was gradually suppressed and his face became paler.
"It's over." Lu Mingfei said coldly, and slashed down with both swords with irresistible momentum.
"boom!"
The old man's long sword could no longer hold up and was severely knocked away by Lu Mingfei's wooden sword. The whole person flew out like a rag and fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth. He had lost the ability to fight.
The moment the old man was knocked away, a trace of fear began to appear in the eyes of several other old men. They originally thought that the power of swordsmanship honed over the years and the power of dragon blood were enough to suppress Lu Mingfei, but the young man in front of them was not only powerful, but also quick to react.
What frightened them the most was that they could feel that Lu Mingfei was using them to test his sword skills. Originally, when they watched the video before, Lu Mingfei's sword skills were not so perfect, but in the duel with them, every move and every style of Lu Mingfei began to transform into impeccable and perfect art.
"The glory of Japanese kendo, how can you, a junior, trample on it!" One of the old men roared and rushed forward, holding the hilt tightly with both hands. The long sword in his hand danced like a storm, and the blade drew sharp arcs in the air, heading straight for Lu Mingfei's vitals.
"Secret skill - Xia Zhan!" The old man roared and swung this move. The blade was like smoke and fog, extremely fast, and quickly enveloped Lu Mingfei, trying to trap him in the blade net. The blade light flowed like water, making it impossible to escape.
But facing this move, Lu Mingfei seemed calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, held the wooden sword tightly in both hands, and swung the two swords alternately in the air, quickly meeting the oncoming sword light.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The knife light and the wooden sword kept colliding. Every time Lu Mingfei struck out with the knife, it was extremely accurate, defusing every attack of the old man. His movements were light and swift, and at the same time he could easily deal with the violent attacks of other opponents.
The old man was furious when he saw his Xia Zhan being easily resolved time and time again. However, just when he was adjusting his offensive, Lu Mingfei suddenly moved.
Without any warning, his figure instantly disappeared from the old man's sight. The next moment, a strong sense of oppression came from behind him, and a cassock slash was made, cutting from the old man's shoulder to his waist. If Lu Mingfei had not held a wooden sword, the old man would have been cut in two by now.
"Secret: Return of the Swallow!" Another old man also launched an attack at the same time. His body suddenly flew into the air, his feet lightly tapped in the air, and the long sword in his hand stabbed from top to bottom at Lu Mingfei's back like a flying swallow.
This move is extremely fast and can often deliver a fatal blow to the enemy when they are off guard.
The old man was confident that Lu Mingfei had no way of avoiding this move, but unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei had anticipated it. His body instantly spun, and the wooden sword in his hand swung out like lightning, directly meeting the Yan Fan that fell from the sky.
"Oh!"
The wooden sword and the long sword collided again, and Lu Mingfei's powerful force instantly knocked the old man away. He fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword slipped out of his hand.
The air around them suddenly became quiet, and the entire venue was dead silent. All the swordsmen stopped their swords and looked at Lu Mingfei in the center of the venue in astonishment.
At this moment, he still stood straight, holding the wooden sword tightly in both hands, his eyes were as cold as ice, as if he was fearless. His figure was like an unshakable mountain, exuding an unparalleled sense of oppression.
“Sword Master? Nothing more than that.” Lu Mingfei said calmly. His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the stadium like thunder.
"Do you want to come together?" Lu Mingfei raised his wooden sword and pointed it at the group of swordsmen next to him who had drawn their swords but had not taken action in the previous battle.
When the more than one hundred swordsmen saw Lu Mingfei's wooden sword pointing at them, they all took a few steps back involuntarily and dared not move forward.
They all looked towards the ground, seeing those old men who were once known as the Sword Saints of Japan now lying on the ground, spitting blood, their bodies twisted and unable to move. Their pride and dignity were completely crushed in this battle, and Lu Mingfei had only used a wooden sword.
Some unconvinced swordsmen still rushed forward, wanting to avenge their masters, but Lu Mingfei simply swung the wooden sword in his hand lightly, and knocked them to the ground easily in two or three strokes, making them lie on the ground with their masters.
"Anyone else?" Lu Mingfei raised the wooden sword again and glanced coldly at the swordsmen around him. The group of people he pointed at with the wooden sword retreated one after another. They no longer had the courage to fight. The air was filled with the despair and fear of losers.
After a few minutes, Lu Mingfei saw that no one was moving forward, so he turned around and walked towards the exit. Behind him were fallen swordsmen and old men, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and lingering sword energy.
The atmosphere in the field fell into a depressing silence. An unspeakable tension filled the air. The swordsmen and old men fell to the ground in a mess, groaning. The tragic scene of defeat formed a sharp contrast with the momentum just now. The scene seemed to be frozen at this moment. Lu Mingfei took a light step, the wooden sword hanging low in his hand, and his steps were steady and unhurried.
Misuzu Yano was still standing there blankly, her eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.
She stared at Lu Mingfei's back without blinking. She was completely immersed in this man. His incomparable strength and unshakable confidence almost suffocated her.
Her heartbeat seemed to speed up a thousand times. Everything before her was like a dream, as if the hero she had imagined was standing alive in reality.
The other audience members present were also shocked and speechless. They had just witnessed one of the world's top kendo performances.
Gen Yusuke, who called himself the "strongest swordsman", not only defeated all challengers in kendo, but also displayed an aura that was intimidating.
As Lu Mingfei's back gradually disappeared at the exit, the atmosphere in the venue finally relaxed a little, but everyone knew that they had witnessed the rise of a legend tonight.
The wind blew outside the venue, bringing the coolness of the night. Lu Mingfei walked out of Takama-ga-hara and exhaled lightly. The smell of rouge and powder on the women in Takama-ga-hara made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He didn't look back and continued to move forward. His mission for the day was finished and there would be others to handle it later.
In the distance, Lu Mingze had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Lu Mingfei appear, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes.
"Brother, you did a great job." Lu Mingze smiled and walked forward, patting Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. "This is just the beginning. The real excitement is yet to come."
Lu Mingfei didn't say anything, but just glanced at him calmly. There was neither pride nor uneasiness in his eyes. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life, and accustomed to the conspiracies and challenges hidden behind it.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Lu Mingze didn't care. He just smiled and said, "Tonight, the whole of Japan will be shaken by you, and the title of 'The Strongest Sword Saint' will be thoroughly known. Next, brother, we should face a bigger storm."
The wind blew gently, and Lu Mingfei's figure gradually disappeared into the night, like a giant dragon quietly lurking, waiting for the next battle.
(End of this chapter)
