Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

Before the referee announced the start of the match, Yongzheng Miyamoto suddenly said: "Your sword is too fast, I can't catch it."

"In that case, why don't you abstain?"

"Retiring without fighting is a disgrace to a swordsman!" Miyamoto Yongzheng blushed a little as if he was preaching some grand idea.

"Knowing that I will lose, but unwilling to surrender, what on earth are you trying to tell me?"

"I just want to tell you that the dignity of a swordsman cannot be trampled on!" Miyamoto Yongzheng stared at Chen Mo with a righteous face, and said with his head raised: "If you want to cut off my sword, then kill me here first !"

He didn't speak big words, Chen Mo felt the consciousness of seeing death as home when he said these words.

"Do you think I have trampled on the dignity of a swordsman by cutting off the opponent's sword?"

"Is not it?!"

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly, he really didn't know how to explain to this paranoid guy.

From the start of the kendo competition to the present, the only opponent whose saber has not been cut off by him is Ximen Lianqing, and because of his temporary mercy, Ximen Lianqing can see a little bit of the gap between himself and Chen Mo, and the sword should be bright The road was completely cut off.

If he was merciful and did not cut off the opponent's sword, that would be trampling on the dignity of the swordsman.

"Hmph, it seems you have nothing to say!"

"You can say what you like..."

He didn't defend himself, because Chen Mo knew that even if he explained, Miyamoto Yongzheng would probably not believe it, let alone accept it.

So, let him explain it with a sword, and let him experience the difference between respect and disrespect.

But if he is ruined like Ximen Lianqing, then no one can be blamed...

"The players on both sides are ready!"

Outside the arena, seeing Chen Mo and Yongzheng Miyamoto finished their communication, the referee suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "The game—begin!!!"

"Chong!"

Before the referee shouted, Miyamoto Yongzheng had already drawn his sword.He really didn't think he had a chance to beat Chen Mo, but this didn't prevent him from showing his sword in front of a strong enemy.

The way of a swordsman is the way of seeking death. This is the philosophy he has been upholding since he stepped into the way of swordsman.

Failure is not terrible, death is not terrible, fear of failure, fear of death, that is terrible!

With the sword in hand at this moment, the swordsman has no choice but to move forward!

Holding the sword hilt tightly, Miyamoto Yongzheng was about to rush towards Chen Mo, but when his eyes touched the man in black on the opposite side of the arena, he suddenly froze.

Chen Mo didn't draw his sword.

Not only did he not draw his sword, but he didn't even do any unnecessary movements, and he still stood there with a calm face like before the start of the game.

"You look down on me?" Miyamoto Yongzheng only felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he couldn't help roaring.

"Belittle the battle between swordsmen, you will regret it!"

"Really?" Shrugged noncommittally, Chen Mo still didn't draw his sword, he even laughed, very easily: "I'll wait and see."

"asshole!"

While angrily cursing, Miyamoto Yongzheng rushed towards the unsuspecting Chen Mo at full speed, and the gleaming sword in his hand went straight to his throat.

He wants this guy to pay for his underestimation!

The thin and sharp blade pierced the air and made a slight whizzing sound. Chen Mo looked at the long sword that Ji Su swung towards him calmly, and he took a small step back until the last moment.

"brush--"

The flickering long sword waved a round of bright sword dance under the light, Miyamoto Yongzheng's face darkened slightly.

He is very familiar with the feeling of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh, but just now he didn't feel the subtle damping feeling from the long sword in his hand.

Empty!

But that's right, after all, it is a person who can launch such a fast slash, and his reflexes are fast for sure.

So next, how many swords can you avoid!

Seeing that Chen Mo still did not draw his sword after dodging the slash, Miyamoto Yongzheng flicked his wrist, and a silver-white sword flower danced out of the long sword, and then pulled back horizontally, slashing at Chen Mo's back waist at a tricky angle.

not enough!It's not over yet!

The blade fell in an instant, Miyamoto Yongzheng didn't care whether the sword hit Chen Mo, the sword style in his hand changed suddenly, and he swung several times within a second, going straight to the vital point every time.

The silver-white sword light bloomed extremely quickly on the field, but Chen Mo just moved his position from time to time like a stroll in the garden. After a few seconds, Miyamoto Yongzheng stopped breathing heavily, and in front of him, Chen Mo let alone He was hit by the sword, and he didn't even get a piece of his clothes.

"Have you had enough?"

Hearing the questioning voice in front of him, Miyamoto Yongzheng raised his head, and what caught his sight was Chen Mo's calm expression, as if someone else was attacked just now.

"Play……?"

Gritting his teeth and staring at the figure in black in front of him, Miyamoto Yongzheng raised his sword and rushed forward again.

"It's still early!"

Facing the silver-white sword light in his eyes, Chen Mo remained silent, but kept moving to avoid it.

Although the range of dodging was very small each time, and the tip of the sword almost brushed past his body, but it couldn't even cut a thread of his clothes.