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There were even more outrageous things that Cao Han kept to himself.
That old guy with skinny arms and legs?
What if he loses control of his strength and kills someone?
Things took a turn for the worse than Finger had expected. The elderly and the young in their prime were very similar in temperament, both being stubborn and unwilling to listen to advice!
He knew he didn't have the ability to persuade the kendo teacher, but there were others present who did.
Fingel then turned his head and looked at an inconspicuous corner inside the kendo dojo.
The man standing there was an elderly British gentleman with his silver hair neatly combed back. His well-fitting suit was stretched taut by his muscles, giving him an astonishing physique that seemed out of place for his age.
This person was none other than Principal Angers, who was also preparing to come and see the "excitement".
Both Yuan Zhisheng and Cao Han were students he highly regarded. In addition, he was a sword saint with the nickname "Ten Battles", so he was naturally interested in the sword duel between the two.
Angers hadn't expected that Cao Han would not only arrive late for the kendo class, but also offend the instructor before he even had a chance to sit down properly.
Other instructors might have let it go out of respect for the principal.
Only that stubborn old man, Miyamoto Jiro...
Moreover, Cao Han's denial of swordsmanship is tantamount to denying Miyamoto Jiro. If he were young back then, the white glove would have been thrown in his face long ago.
Meeting Fingel's eager gaze, Angers silently shook his head; action was the best answer.
In his view, even if Miyamoto Jiro was angry, he couldn't do anything to Cao Han; at most, he would suffer some physical pain.
Seeing this, Fingel gave a wry smile. "There's nothing I can do, junior. Be careful to go easy on me later."
"Row."
Since that's the case, what else is there to say? Cao Han had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
Normally, in a kendo class, if the teacher and students are to engage in a teaching spar, the students are required to wear protective gear.
However, Miyamoto Jiro, who was determined to teach Cao Han a lesson, did not speak up to remind him, but instead warned himself to be careful.
As for Cao Han, he felt that it was completely unnecessary.
A bamboo sword?!
This is an insult to the physical strength of "14976" points!
He has undergone trials; ordinary weapons are not even qualified to break through his defenses!
To inflict damage, you need alchemical tools, and they have to be of high quality!
Although the two sides in the kendo duel changed from Genjiro to kendo teacher Miyamoto Jiro, the students who came to the kendo dojo to join in the fun didn't care.
The elderly man, dressed in protective clothing, held a bamboo sword in both hands, his body lowered, his breathing long and leisurely, his gaze calm and focused on the boy not far away.
The boy was dressed in casual clothes, without any protective gear, casually holding a bamboo sword in one hand, his eyes looking around.
The principal of Angers in the corner, his own mentor von Schneider, and...
Yuan Zhisheng!
Before this, Cao Han had never met Genjiro in person, and his understanding of him was only from reading the original work. Yet, he was able to recognize him from a crowd at a glance.
Firstly, the students at Kassel College are mainly Westerners, and people of East Asian descent are a minority.
The unique appearance and temperament of the second source made him stand out from the crowd in the academy.
Their eyes met briefly in the air before they looked away.
Having already considered the other person as a member of his guild, Cao Han took the initiative to smile and nod at him.
A group of freshmen watched from a distance, holding their breath, afraid that they would miss something in the blink of an eye.
In the quiet and solemn atmosphere, and with the extremely serious expression on Miyamoto Jiro's face, everyone knew that this was not an ordinary teaching battle.
"Use your swordsmanship to attack! Do you think you can kill me by just standing there and staring at me like that?"
Cao Han, who had zero knowledge of kendo, had no idea what his opponent was doing, frozen in place. Was he waiting for someone to count down three, two, one before making a move?
Dawdling is a waste of time!
He hadn't forgotten that his main purpose in coming to the kendo class was for Genjiro, not for this old guy who was practically in his grave.
Such infuriating words made Miyajiro's already displeased mood even worse, and his previous intention to hold back was completely forgotten.
He was determined to teach this arrogant young man a lesson today!
Snapped--
The moment the swords were drawn, a crisp sound of bamboo swords clashing rang out.
In a flash, the positions of the two changed. Cao Han remained motionless, while Miyamoto Jiro appeared behind him, his bamboo sword broken in two, and a closer look revealed that his kendo uniform on his chest was unusually disheveled.
The difference in skill between the two is immediately apparent!
Students of average skill probably couldn't even see the details of the battle in that instant, but there were quite a few people present who were able to see it with some difficulty.
Simply put, Cao Han met Miyamoto Jiro's sword move with a counterattack, swung his bamboo sword and cut the bamboo sword in the opponent's hand, still having enough strength to strike his chest.
However, due to his exquisite control of power, the bamboo sword only made a brief contact and then retreated at the crucial moment.
Cao Han's deep-seated sense of "respect for the elderly and care for the young" led him to choose to back down.
"I... have lost!"
Looking down at the condition of his chest, Miyamoto Jiro slumped to the floor in despair, his eyes filled with confusion.
Only today did he discover a fact in horror:
The true secret to why our ancestor Miyamoto Musashi was able to defeat all opponents in Japan did not lie in his exquisite swordsmanship, but in the pure advantage of his bloodline.
What just happened in the blink of an eye shattered Miyamoto Jiro's life beliefs that he had held for so many years!
As the person involved, Miyamoto Jiro could tell from Cao Han's stance and the way he exerted force that this student had an invisible contempt for him from head to toe, but the blow that just defeated him did not use any fancy moves or techniques.
It's just a power and speed that inspires despair.
Superhuman dynamic vision capture allows one's movements to be seen in perfect detail by the other party.
Rather than a clash of bamboo swords, it was more like Cao Han had placed the bamboo sword in front of Miyamoto Jiro's sword strike trajectory, waiting for the bamboo sword to collide with it.
Suddenly, Miyamoto Jiro recalled the descriptions of martial arts from a martial arts novel he had once read...
Break all laws with one force!
UI!
Chapter 66 Dragon Bone State - Genjiro
Lost!
But we haven't completely lost!
Having accepted this reality, Miyamoto Jiro looked at the young man standing in the center with burning passion in his eyes.
The next second, disregarding the large number of students gathered in the kendo hall, he simply assumed the Shigeza posture in Cao Han's direction, bent over, and touched the floor with both hands and his forehead at the same time.
This posture also has another name: prostrating oneself!
In Japan, this is considered the highest level of worship!
"I earnestly request that you join the Niten Ichi-ryu!"
If you can't beat someone, join them. That's joining yourself. But in the peculiar way of thinking of the Japanese, it's letting the opponent join.
All I can say is that Miyamoto Jiro is a master of moral blackmail.
An elderly person in their seventies or eighties performing such a grand gesture of respect to a teenager.
If Cao Han had done this in China, he would have been condemned by everyone.
With quick reflexes, he first took a large step back a considerable distance, his words showing no mercy:
"Swordsmanship is not such an inconvenient thing!"
In my eyes, Japanese swordsmanship, including Niten Ichi-ryu, is nothing more than a minor art that can only bully the weak with a gun. It is utterly helpless in the face of a powerful enemy.
"If you want me to join you, beat me first and prove you have something to offer!"
His meaning couldn't be clearer.
You, a defeated opponent, are still delusional and dream that your rival can join you?
Want to eat fart!
Despite being a complete "self-taught" individual, Cao Han's skills were all developed through his own experience in Nibelungen and reflect his own insights.
Whether it's swordsmanship or the way of the sword, the real value of these things lies in teaching people to use more precise methods of force.
In actual combat, when it comes to the enemy, it all boils down to the simplest explanation...
Use your strengths to attack their weaknesses!
The two most common approaches are: one is to use brute force to overwhelm the enemy with superior strength; the other is to use speed to create an advantageous situation and then achieve the goal of killing the opponent.
"Hiss, it's so terrifying."
"Who is Si?"
"Si doesn't mean 'person,' it's a Chinese idiom that praises someone for being very capable!"
"That Cao Han is indeed terrifying."
Cao Han, who was right in the center, had only been at the kendo dojo for a short time but had already made a big show of himself, which drew gasps from the students present.
Thankfully, they managed to secure a spot inside the kendo dojo, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to witness this spectacular match.
As for the arrogance revealed in Cao Han's words, the vast majority of Western students did not mind; that was their pure perspective.
This is the treatment that belongs to the strong!
Miyamoto Jiro sighed inwardly as his plans completely failed, stood up, and silently walked to the side without saying a word, his murky gaze fixed on Genjiro.
The kendo lesson seemed to be going on for a while, but the protagonist had already become the radiant young man standing in the center.
"Genjiro, shall we continue our duel?"
Having already stood up, Cao Han had no intention of sitting back down. He turned to the side and looked intently at his main target for the day.