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Within a short while, dozens of young men dressed as fencing disciples rushed out of the gymnasium, holding sharp swords and kicking clogs.

But when they rushed to within three meters of Kyle, they all stopped in their tracks, their faces solemn and vigilant, they dared not approach, and they kept a safe distance from those facing them with swords.

Kyle didn't even look at them, he walked indifferently and calmly, surrounded by sword-wielding people, and soon stepped into the main hall of the main gymnasium.

More and more swordsmanship disciples surrounded him, from dozens to hundreds of people, surrounding Kyle inside and outside, but no one followed the moving ones and did not make a move.

Fortunately, the hall of the gymnasium is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people to learn swordsmanship at the same time. The wooden floor is as clean as new, and the inner walls are equipped with shelves for practicing wooden swords. In the center is a huge plaque written in ink.

'Shinto no-mind genre'

As one of the cornerstones of Bushido, the Shinto Wunen-ryu mastering high-end swordsmanship can rank in the top ten schools of kendo inherited by Risang. Although it is not the strongest in the industry, it has the largest number of disciples. The authority of the Kendo genre.

During the current war period, all the disciples in the gymnasium are inner disciples, and there are hundreds of people!

"Get out of the way, let the challenging guests come in."

Surrounded and followed by a group of people, Kyle walked into the hall of the gymnasium. Before he carefully looked at the inner situation, an old and full of spirit came from the hall.

Hearing this, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples dressed in uniform white kimonos spread out respectfully and silently, making way for a spacious and ample space.

At this time, Kyle finally saw the inner scene clearly. It could be seen that an old man in kendo suit was sitting upright in the center of the main hall floor, and a beautiful woman in kimono was kneeling beside her.

"Are you the current master of the Shinto Wunian school of swordsmanship?" Kyle looked down, obviously showing a disappointed expression, which made the faces of hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him sullen.

This intruder is really too rampant!Everyone in Risang Tokyo does not know "Sword Old", old but not old, the master of swordsmanship, even ten adult youths who come forward, will be easily knocked down by him with a wooden sword.

"The guest came from afar, is it really for the challenge?" Jian Lao asked softly, without the slightest anger, with the demeanor of a master of cultivation.

"It's very simple. Today, I want to erase the name of your Shinto Wunian school. Of course, you are only the first one. There are more than forty kendo schools representing Bushido in Risang Tokyo, and I will also get rid of them." Kyle shrugged and said, as if to do a very easy and ordinary thing.

"The guest's murderous aura is very heavy, and the tone is not small." Jian Lao waved his hand, and the woman next to him understood what he meant, stood up gracefully, and took down a sword from the shelf under the plaque The sheathed sword was sent to his side.

Kyle didn't stop him either, he really wanted to see it, and Risang admired the level of swordsmanship that has been passed down.

The sword master Shi Shiran got up, and the sharp sword came out of its sheath, with a cold light, pointing forward to Kyle, "As an outsider who invaded our country, you are a challenger to the gymnasium. You first threatened His Majesty the Emperor, and now you want to destroy hundreds of inheritances. The school of swordsmanship of the year, since you are here, don't even think about leaving here!"

As if he didn't hear the threat, Kyle glanced at the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him, and suggested, "Why don't you go together?"

Jian Lao froze, holding the hilt of the Taidao tightly with both hands, his slender and deep eyes had a cold light, "You underestimate me?!"

Kyle shook his head and explained: "I didn't just underestimate you, I underestimated everyone present."

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the hall were so angry that they almost rushed over with their swords. The reason why they didn't rush out was that Mr. Jian couldn't help but made a move!

I saw Jian Lao kicking and sprinting forward, his speed was only faster than the healthy young man, and when he was close to the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, he stepped and jumped up.

He was in the air, raised his hands back with energy, and slashed down the Taidao fiercely. The sharp blade cut across a semi-circular arc, trying to cut Kyle in half from the top of his head!

Jian Lao's speed was too fast, and the smooth movement of swinging the sword was even more neat, which made all the disciples in the hall exclaim in excitement, and the woman in kimono also smiled.

And indeed.Kyle remained motionless, as if frightened by Jian Lao's explosive sword attack, and had no intention of avoiding the chopping sword.

The fencing disciples watched, and could almost imagine in their minds: the opponent's body was symmetrically divided into two halves, and the bloody internal organs spilled all over the place.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, Jian Lao's slashing sword brought a cold afterimage. The moment he was about to touch his body, Kyle raised his right hand up and stretched out like lightning, and his thumb and index finger grasped the tip of the sword...

The Taidao landed on the right palm protected by the vibrating gold armguard and the venom leather jacket, without even making a sound. It was chopping extremely sharply a second ago, and then stopped inexplicably and steadily.

Empty into the sword?No, this is a scene of ecstasy that surpasses thousands of skills.

The swordsmanship disciples were all stunned, and the silent needle drop could be heard in the hall of the gymnasium.

What was even more shocking was the old Jian at this time.He looked at the right hand catching his Taidao in disbelief, and clenched the hilt of the sword tightly in shame, anger and fear. With all his strength, he still couldn't pull the Taidao out of Kyle's hand.

"You, how did you do it?" Jian Lao let go of the sword in horror. You know, he has practiced high-speed slashing for decades, but he can easily cut off even trees with a big mouth and wrist!

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Kyle said in Japanese indifferently. He already understood the distance. The so-called sword master only had a rare green ability card of [Zhen Dao Wunian Swordsmanship Mastery].

"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, and struck out his left fist forward, with the pressure of hunting wind on the end of the fist, it quickly landed on Jian Lao's slightly thin body.

Twelve times the boxing of a human being!

'Boom! '

As if being hit by a high-speed car, Jian Lao 'flyed' out like a kite, his body rolled across the hall, crossed a parabola, and landed heavily on the school plaque ten meters away.

Chapter 104 Demon Card

'Bah——'

The school plaque on the inner wall of the gymnasium was stained with a large amount of bright red blood, and Jian Lao's fatally injured body fell on the floor, showing no signs of life.

The hall was dead silent, and hundreds of swordsmanship disciples opened their mouths wide in horror, sadness, anger, hatred, shock, fear, all complex expressions appeared on their faces.

Kyle's expression was indifferent, his clenched left hand was calmly retracted, and the fingers of his right hand, which was wearing a vibrating gold armguard, were still clamping the tip of the Taidao.

Skills are all low-grade, only variation is high.

The clades in this world are so inexplicable!

Strength, speed, nerve response, physical strength, etc. are all beyond the crushing situation, even if you are unparalleled in swordsmanship, no strange energy is involved, how can you receive his full-strength punch after his genetic mutation and strengthening with an ordinary person's body?

Only the hidden talents of magic and alien races in the world, and the future black technology products after the 21st century, may be able to surpass his current progress in mutation evolution!

The ancient one's mage organization aims to protect the earth, the black panther kingdom is safe and secure, and the time limit for the invasion of outer space races and gods has not yet come, and the 21st century is still more than 50 years away...

There are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are kings!

During this period of World War II, Kyle dared to walk sideways with no one in his eyes. Anyone who refused to accept came to fight!

In the hall of the gymnasium, the woman in kimono stared blankly at the tragic death of Jian Lao, her beautiful eyes were full of hatred and resentment, she suddenly grabbed the sword in the hand of a fencing disciple beside her, and rushed towards Kyle like mad without her manners.

Kyle turned around indifferently, flicked his right wrist slightly, and projected the Taidao in his hand with a 'swoosh', piercing through the woman's chest at a high speed, dragging the opponent's body back with the hilt until it was nailed to the door of the hall.

"Master Sword! Senior Sister!!" The eyes of the hundreds of remaining swordsmanship disciples in the gym were tearing apart, and they could no longer bear the grief and anger in their hearts. They rushed towards Kyle in the middle of the hall with swords in their hands.

"Just get up early." Kyle shrugged boringly, the liquid black silk of the venom suit formed a protective hood around his neck, his scarlet and cold eyes flickered like a mask, and his clenched fists held each other. Stretched out the faint dark claws.

Full coverage of venom!Talon Mode!

Kyle squatted with both feet, pedaled and sprinted with a little power, his body was rampaging like a man of steel, hundreds of youths with swords rushed over to meet each other, and they were violently and brutally dispersed into the siege formation, rushing to the front Several people vomited blood and were knocked backwards and flew out the door.

Both feet accelerated and powerfully sprinted, and Kyle's sharp claws slashed and clawed without stopping. Every blow caused a splash of blood, and several young people fell to the ground screaming and screaming.

The swordsmanship disciple stepped forward to attack without fear of death, most of the slashes landed on him, but failed to break through the tough protective coat of the venom suit.Even if the powerful sword strike barely broke through the venom suit and cut a long and thin bloodstain on the underlying muscle surface, but before the blood overflowed, the slight wound was completely restored to its original state.

It seems that it is not hundreds of people besieging one person, but more like a liger breaking into a flock of sheep.Kyle turned into a war machine called killing, constantly harvesting weak lives.