Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

This man is too young, probably only 23 or [-] years old, and he doesn't look outstanding. He doesn't have the sharp eyes and momentum of other contestants. He just strokes his legs gently and quietly. With the green sword resting on it, he didn't look at anyone else for a moment.

Whether it was the reporter or the contestants, he didn't take a second look.

"Hey, that person..."

After interviewing a well-known kendo gym owner in the Kanto area, two reporters from the same newspaper, a man and a woman, were about to interview the next person, when the male reporter suddenly froze.

"What's the matter?" Following the eyes of her companion, the female reporter also saw the man in black in the corner, but she had read the list of well-known swordsmen among the contestants before, and obviously, this man was not included.

"You don't think he...is... well, how should I put it..." After thinking about the wording, the male reporter continued, "Is it very special?"

"special?"

After looking at the man twice, the female reporter shook her head: "You think too much, I think it's ordinary, no matter how you look at it, it's just a little-known little character."

"But……"

The male reporter frowned, and wanted to refute a few words, but couldn't find any reason, so he could only sigh softly in the end.

"Maybe, I think too much..."

At ten o'clock in the morning, a short but loud bell rang throughout the Tokyo Dome, announcing the official opening of the Kendo Competition.

Unrelated reporters were expelled from the preparation area by the security guards, and then each contestant got his own game number, which was randomly matched by the computer. They would fight two by two, and finally compete for the top 64, the top 32... until the last two , the winner will be the well-deserved contemporary Juggernaut!

As the game started, every once in a while there would be an announcement on the field to announce the winner, and then the winner returned to the preparation area proudly, and the loser left the field sadly, leaving the vacant field for the next battle.

There is a lot of space in the Tokyo Dome. After the competition venue is divided into three, the venue belonging to the adult group is still enough to accommodate twenty games at the same time.

In the competition preparation area, some people came back and some people left, but the man in black in the corner turned a deaf ear to them.

Until an announcement sounded.

"Next match. No. 43 vs. No. 19, please come to No. 6 competition venue and take their seats!"

Chen Mo looked down at his chest, the clear number 19 was printed on the silver-white metal plate.

"It's time to play..."

Standing up silently, hanging the green sword back on his waist, Chen Mo murmured softly as if talking to himself, then waved his clothes and strode towards the entrance of the arena.

ps: The last chapter said goodbye next month, let me give you a big Ivan

Chapter 41 Show mercy

Field six.

Standing in the square divided by the white line on the ground, Chen Mo lightly pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked calmly at the man not far in front of him, the man with the number 43 metal plate hanging on his chest.

The other party was also watching him carefully at this time.

Judging his general genre from the way he holds the sword, standing posture, breathing rate, and even his eyes and momentum.

But it is clear that this man is doomed to futility.

Chen Mo has never learned any other schools of swordsmanship. All his sword skills are obtained from actual combat, and through continuous training, they gradually become perfect.

So if I have to say it, the style of swordsmanship he uses is my style, which is unique in the world and the most suitable swordsmanship for him.

"Contestants from both sides are ready!"

The referee in charge of field six walked outside the white line, raised his right hand high, and then swung it down forcefully.

"start!"

When the referee announced the start of the game, Chen Mo's figure blurred in place, and then he slowly closed the long sword in his hand.

"Crack-"

The blade was retracted into the scabbard, making a slight and crisp sound.

Contestant No. 43 still maintained the posture of holding a sword in both hands, but his eyes were completely dull.

"That is, what kind of swordsmanship...?"

Chen Mo didn't answer his question, but just announced, "You lost."

"I lost?"

Contestant No. 43 turned his eyes away from Chen Mo and looked at his hand. His sword was broken at the root, and the cut surface was smooth and flat. If it went any further, it would hurt his sword-holding hand.

Although the hand holding the sword was not injured, his self-esteem and pride as a swordsman had been cut to pieces.

Only one sword was used...

What kind of sword skills... what kind of swordsman...

"competition is over!"

In the No. 19 competition venue, the referee excitedly shouted into the microphone: "The winner, the NO.2.01 contestant! The time spent - [-] seconds!!!"

Hearing the sound of the referee's verdict, both the audience in the dome and the contestants in the middle of the game were all stunned.

Spike?

After a moment of silence, the whole venue suddenly boiled up, especially those media reporters, who were all like sharks smelling blood, frantically inquiring about the No. 19 contestant.

As for Chen Mo, who caused the chaos, he had already returned to the competition preparation area, took off the green sword hanging from his waist, and sat silently in the corner.