Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

"Kick the hall?"

Everyone in the dojo present is no stranger to this term.

Although as time goes by, there are fewer and fewer dojos that really teach martial arts.

Coupled with the change of people's concept, the advancement of technology and other influences, the number of dojos has become extremely scarce.

But they haven't experienced once or twice about being kicked out of the gymnasium.

But the previous kicks were easily kicked out by them.

Not because of anything else, but because their Suryu Dojo is the oldest and most ancient ashram in the vicinity.

There are more than a hundred disciples, and several masters sit in charge.

"Kicking the pavilion? It's ridiculous."

His eyes swept over the Secretary, and the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing.

"Only with your frail arm?"

As he spoke, he did not forget to squeeze the muscles in his arms.

"The thighs are not as thick as my arms, so I want to challenge our Soryu Dojo."

After the demonstration, he crossed his arms and shouted to the other disciples behind him.

"I don't need to teach you how to do it."

Hearing this, the rest of the disciples immediately nodded.

"We know, Teacher Yilong."

While responding, the 23 disciples present put down what they were doing and rushed towards the secretary.

"Don't make a big deal out of it."

Sighing helplessly, Zhu Shi shook his head and said.

"After all, it was left by that child, so don't destroy it."

"I know, I just suddenly want to play."

With a laugh, the Secretary let go of her arms around her waist.

"I just want to test how much of Suliu Dojo's ability has been passed down."

Seeing that the other party didn't take himself and others seriously, the disciples in the dojo were very angry.

Hearing that the man in front of him seemed to be mocking his dojo, the anger in his heart became even more irrepressible.

For them, the dojo is their second home.

Insulting their dojo is more serious than insulting themselves.

'Die! '

"Damn guy, let me teach you a lesson."

"Shut your mouth, idiot!"

Some disciples who were close to the shelf also picked up the bamboo knives and rushed towards the secretary.

"Bloodyness is inherited quite well."

Looking at the disciples rushing towards him, the Secretary's eyes were a little relieved.

"If the kid sees the scene in front of him, he should be very happy."

Although he felt a little emotional in his heart, the Secretary would not release water because of this.

Eyeballs rolled quickly, and he quickly discovered a weak point.

Also rushing forward, Secretary Secretary rushed into the crowd like a hurricane.

Grab a person by the collar, and then pull down.

Then there was a knee bump, hitting the opponent's soft stomach.

The person who was hit only felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down.

"vomit"

After retching, he passed out directly.

"One."

Silently memorizing the numbers, the secretary threw the fainted person away.

The disciple who was thrown saw that his friend had been knocked unconscious, so he hurried over to rescue him.

Even the siege of the secretary was temporarily put aside by them.

In this way, the loopholes in the encirclement are even greater.

Dodge, lunge, punch, kick.

One by one, the clerk easily knocked down the disciples like a tiger descending into a flock of sheep.

"Two, three, four... seventeen, eighteen."

In less than a minute, nearly twenty disciples were knocked down by the secretary.

And their attack, not to mention causing damage to the secretary, didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Seeing his favorite student being defeated so easily, Yilong froze in place.

As a teacher, he couldn't be more clear about the strength of his apprentices.

Not to mention a one-vs-ten fierce player, but it is also at a level that two or three people can't resist.

But these 23 people are like plasticine in the hands of this seemingly thin young man in front of him.

Make them dizzy as much as you want.

Let them fly when you want them to fly.

What's more, judging from the other party's expression, no real strength was used at all.

Yilong had never heard of such strength.

"22."

Knocking out one person with the bamboo knife that he snatched, the secretary's count has come to an end.

At this moment, apart from himself and Zhu Shi, only Yilong and another young man were left standing.

The rest of the people were either knocked out by themselves, or put to the ground by themselves.

In the entire dojo, wailing was everywhere.

Looking at the young man standing in front of him, who was still unwilling to back down, Secretary Secretary felt a little familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this guy was the one who ran towards that Takashima in the first place.

"You, you actually injured Takashima."

With red eyes, the young man named Tetsuya roared angrily.

'I can't spare you! '

As he said that, he waved the bamboo knife in his hand and rushed towards the secretary frantically.

'I said I treated him, do you believe me? '

Seeing Zhe Ye so crazy, Si Shu said lightly.

"It's just that the means are a little extreme, why don't you believe it."

"Ghosts believe your words!"

Thinking that the secretary was still fooling himself, Zhe also jumped up and jumped into the air.

"Go to hell!"

Dazed by anger, he has lost his mind.

He even forgot the basic principles that Suliu Dojo told him.

Swinging the knife with all the strength in his body, the bamboo knife made a whining sound of breaking the wind.

Its target was the secretary's neck.

Once hit, its force is enough to break the neck of an ordinary adult, and then cause fatal injuries.

Seeing this scene, Yilong quickly shouted.

"Stop it, Tetsuya, it's too much!"

Tetsuya, who lost his mind, naturally couldn't hear Yilong's cry, he only had one thought in his mind.

revenge.

Seeing that his yelling was useless, Yilong could only curse secretly, and then rushed towards the secretary.

Although kicking the gymnasium made him dislike it, it was not a reason to kill someone.

Whether it's your own or someone else's, life is always the most important.

This is one of the rules passed down from generation to generation in the dojo for hundreds of years.

Already aware of what Zhe Ye wanted to do, but there was still no seriousness on the secretary's face.

As before, he still raised the bamboo knife and swung it out.

Seemingly an understatement, the powerless slash was aimed at Tetsuya's murderous slash.

"Look at me?"

His body trembled with anger, and Tetsuya's expression was a little ferocious.

"This is the final blow!"

"correct."

With a smile on his face, Secretary Secretary said lightly.

"This is the finishing blow."