I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 94 Melee - Part [-]

In the thunderstorm at the end of September, there was a rush and haste, and a dozen or so Sumiyoshi hoodlums in black practice uniforms rushed forward shouting.

Standing in front of the main house in the middle courtyard, Fujii tree was already wet from the rain, and the transparent rainwater fell down along the tip of the bamboo sword.

Raising his hand with a sword, he quickly hit the top of the leader's head, turned around to avoid the coming bamboo swords, moved sideways, and rushed into the crowd.

Flying and kicking one person down, the bamboo sword slashed at the gangster's neck obliquely and received a surprise attack on his back. Fujii looked sideways, turned the blade and slashed three times in a row. The attacker blocked the first blow, Unsteady footsteps, the second blow, the weapon was dropped, the third blow, the sword was hit on the shoulder, and he fell to the ground.

The four of them were knocked down in a breath, and the remaining ten or so gangsters began to pay attention to this little boy, and Ichikawa Rikichi also fell into the situation of chaotically fighting with the dozen or so gangsters.

Lu Mao Ruotou watched the battle in front of him quietly, and his subordinates held up a black umbrella for him. He took out a cigarette, someone lit it, took a breath of the pungent smell of nicotine, and patiently waited for the destruction of these people .

"Go together!"

More than a dozen gangsters completely surrounded Fujii tree, and someone who didn't know shouted, and at the same time swung a bamboo sword and chopped at Fujii tree in the encirclement.

Holding the weapon with both hands to block the oppression of more than a dozen bamboo swords, Fujii threw the sword and rolled on the spot, approached one of the gangsters, hooked the opponent's ankle with jujitsu, fell to the ground, twisted his wrist, and took away his bamboo sword. sword.

Fujii, who no longer wanted to hide his extraordinary physique, tightly held the bamboo sword in his hand. His physical fitness was [-] times that of ordinary people. He swung the sword several times like lightning, and knocked down the three gangsters who formed a circle with their backs facing him.

"You can really fight! So powerful?"

Startled, Lv Maoruo looked at Fujii Shu, who had already killed nearly ten people, and waved to the men behind him.

"Twenty more people, let's see how good he is."

Fujii tree didn't even have time to catch his breath, and added 20 people to the crowd. The dense darkness made people feel hopeless. If the middle courtyard couldn't hold 100 people at the same time, these troublemakers would definitely rush forward without paying attention to martial arts.

Picking up a bamboo sword that fell on the ground, Fujii switched to dual wielding. Although he is not as good as Miyamoto Musashi's Niten first-rate, nor does he have such excellent sword skills that he can single out more than 70 people in a family of enemies, but the otherworldly The body can still perform miracles.

Looking down from above, a group of gangsters in black lined up in a half-moon shape, approaching Fujii Shu who was alone step by step. Some people couldn't bear it and rushed to him to show their bravery.

The man's brainless slashing under the crossbar of his left hand stabbed him in the chest with his right hand, and he flew out with the sword, fell into the muddy water in embarrassment, and lost the ability to fight.

The gangster's companion didn't care about the unlucky ones on the ground, roaring like a beast, braved the heavy rain, and was about to defeat Fujii.

In the state of double-knife flow, Fujii waited with cold eyes. When the closest gangster came within the distance of one foot and one sword, the whole body was activated in an instant, and the two feet stepped on the ground to provide impact, and bounced into the crowd and caused chaos.

They slashed several times with one hand and one sword. Regardless of whether the part hit was critical or not, the gangsters who were hit by the sword lost their fighting ability in unbearable pain. From their red and swollen arms, it can be seen that there are likely to be fractures on the spot.

Hit by a sword on the shoulder, Fujii tree drew his sword back and stabbed straight back, knocking back the attacker a few steps, stumbled and fell to the ground, holding his chest and gasping for pain.

Within a few breaths, the circle around Fujii tree was full of rolling and howling hooligans, and less than half of the more than 20 hooligans were left, all of them huddled together, tremblingly raising their swords, their faces pale.

Is this man a monster?
Can we really deal with him?
Let's pretend to be dead when the fight starts. It must be painful to see what happens to them, right?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no one dared to take the initiative to come forward, earning 30 to [-] yen a month, what is the fate?
"Asshole, are you still from the Sumiyoshikai! Give me all, and whoever defeats this guy will be rewarded with 1000 million yen!"

Lu Maoruo was so angry that even 100 people could not solve the Ichikawa Gymnasium. Maybe he would be the next one to sink to the bottom of Tokyo Bay.

And after Ichikawa Rikichi next to him knocked down five or six people, he fell to the ground, leaving Ichikawa Nobutaka in an injured state to deal with seven or eight gangsters.

This kid is really like what Aji said, he is a good material for a natural swordsman!
After all, Nobutaka Ichikawa is a solid [-]th dan master of kendo, and he still has the energy to observe Fujii's performance during the battle, and he is more and more satisfied with this young man who will join Ichikawa Issou-ryu.

With the temptation of a huge bounty, the remaining [-] or [-] gangsters don't care if the middle court can accommodate so many companions. With so many of them, the enemy will be defeated no matter how hard they can fight!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

Shouting hysterically and frantically, he emboldened himself, and the crowd swarmed up, drowning the punks rolling on the ground, and covering every corner of the courtyard.

Fujii tree lowered his head to dodge several bamboo swords, raised his hand and chopped down a person, a burning pain came from his back, he swung the sword with his right hand and stabbed without looking back, knocking down the guy who was attacking from behind.

Flexibly avoiding a sudden bamboo sword, Fujii looked at the sneak attacker in surprise.

The same black practice uniform, but with a white scarf tied on his forehead, is obviously not an ordinary gangster's skill. If he hadn't been in good shape when he was hacking, it would be difficult for him to dodge the blow normally.

"Beichen One Swordsmanship, for those who are exempt, the seventh stage of the way of swordsmanship, edited by Yi Chuan."

This skilled comer was originally a master who had been hired by Lu Mao Ruotou to deal with the mysterious swordsman who cut off the steel pipe that day. Out of the integrity of a swordsman, Shusaku Yichuan did not intend to participate in the battle of bullying the few with more, but The benefit fee of several million yen has been collected, and you can't watch the employer fall short, who will ask him to kill someone in the future, right?

After bowing ninety degrees, Shusaku Yi Chuan, who was holding a bamboo sword, repelled the gangsters around him and opened up an open space of ten meters. He wanted to single-handedly deal with this difficult guy.

After fighting for so long, your strength is exhausted, right?

Shusaku Yichuan calculated the remaining physical strength of Fujii. This opponent with shallow sword skills but amazing physical fitness relied on his strengths, which were no longer as terrifying as they were at the beginning.

Although some victory is not martial, but sword skills are killing skills, as long as they can win, they are strong.

He stepped forward slowly, moved his body, and approached Fujii tree cautiously.

And the strong is justice!

Carrying out the idea in his heart, Shusaku Yichuan raised his sword and stabbed Fujii Shu's throat, the momentum was like a thunderstorm, and there was a sound of piercing through the air.

"Snapped!"

Swinging the sword to dial Shusaku Igawa's stabbing attack, Fujii's other left hand stabbed at the same time. It was not his usual left hand, but the strength and speed exerted on the bamboo sword by his extraordinary physique were still astonishing.

"Drink, ha!"

Shouting to lift his breath, Shusaku Yichuan blocked Fujii's thrust with his backhand, and the bamboo sword rubbed against his ear, the sound of piercing the air shook the eardrum, and blood oozed out.

(End of this chapter)