Yada Yu gritted his teeth. He was about to raise his hand to raise his sword, but he felt a warning again. In an instant, a sword light slashed down on his left hand. He took a step back half a step, and a sword light rushed up on his right hand. He took a step back half a step back...

Shen Zifan raised his sword and slashed again and again. Yada Yu retreated again and again. What he retreated was not only his fearful and trepidation, but also his indomitable swordsmanship.

Yada Yu was forced into the corner, and cold sweat wet his body like rain, and even more soaked his last self-esteem as a swordsman.

He was teased by the newborn like a cat and a mouse. After more than ten sword lights passed, he finally realized that he was not even the enemy of the newborn!

The slap that shows off the flow is a one-time deal. If the first move is to lightning and thunder, if you miss the opportunity, you may be the other party’s advantage.

It turns out that if Shen Zifan had the intention, he would be able to take his life with the first knife!

"You are not only slow, but also extremely weak! Are you really an A-level student? Who passed your rating? Principal? Or Norma? If it is Principal, he must be confused. If it is Norma, she will probably be infected with computer virus!"

"Sword genius? This is the sword genius that your Japanese branch is proud of? Your sword is ridiculously poor, and your character is even more trash! I have never seen a defeated dog who dares to hide if he fails to attack but is reluctant to hide, but even he is reluctant to hide. "

"How could you be of this skill at your age?" Yada Yu murmured.

His swordsmanship began to fall apart until it collapsed. He didn't understand what he had been insisting on in front of this young man for ten years? But he was the head of the Miyamoto family and the Inuyama family who praised his talent and diligence!

S-level! It must be because the bloodline of this freshman is too exaggerated! This is just a suppression of bloodline, not the victory or defeat of kendo!

So Yada Yu shouted, "You are just relying on your talent to be a blessing. Just by kendo, I am still above you?"

Yada Yu could only think so, and he would only think so, otherwise his kendo heart would collapse in an instant!

"Talent? Hahaha, listen to what stupid words the poor senior Yada Yuu said! I really want to record them with the recording pen and let the seniors who teach you kendo listen carefully to see if they blushed because of having such a shameful disciple as you!"

"Is there something wrong with what I said?!" Yada Yu roared, and he asked hysterically.

"So that's it. I finally understand why you are so weak. It turns out that swordsmanship is more powerful than meaning to you. The meaning of talent is even up to the heart of the rock-solid swordsmanship?"

"Oh, I forgot, it is true for you, because you don't have a rock-solid heart for swords. Your heart for swords was built by bullying weak people who were worse than you in the past. It was as crisp as thin paper and broke with one stab. So you can't accept losing to Caesar, who is younger and more capable than you, and you can't accept losing to me."

Shen Zifan was chatting while teasing Yadayuki. In terms of height, he was half a head shorter than Yadayuki, but he was so tall at this time. There was a jokey smile on the corner of his mouth, and the indifferent golden eyes seemed to be staring at an ant that could be trampled to death with his feet raised.

"Ya! Tian! Yu! Learn! Long!"

"If you lose on the kendo, you lose. What else can you find talent, bloodline and other quotations to comfort your pathetic self? Do you think we are playing children's house play games?!"

Shen Zifan read Yada Xiong's name word by word, and then he raised his hand and flashed with silver light. A blood mark appeared on Yada Xiong's face, and bright red and thick blood flowed down from the scars.

Shen Zifan finally regained his blood and took a knife. He turned around and walked towards the seat on his last seat.

Yada Yu leaned against the cold granite wall dumbly. He touched the fresh wound on his left face in disbelief that was cut by Shen Zifan, and his eyes were filled with despair and collapsed.

His swordsmanship heart was shattered by Shen Zifan's last light knife, and the faith edifice of swordsmanship for more than ten years collapsed.

"President, is this too much?" A member of the Lionheart Society asked Chu Zihang.

What he asked was naturally not the painless wound left by Shen Zifan on Yada Xiong's cheek, but the wound cut on Yada Xiong's ambition like Shen Zifan's sharp blade, which may not heal in his lifetime.

Unexpectedly, today's Shen Zifan will be a nightmare that Yada Yu will never be able to get rid of in his entire life.

Chu Zihang did not give an answer. He still stared at Yada Yu behind Shen Zifan, his eyes with a hint of solemnity.

The next second, the person who asked Chu Zihang that question wanted to slap him heavily. Compared with Yada Yu's next behavior, Shen Zifan, who was just mocking and slashing with a light slash, was as kind as a noble Bodhisattva.

"You are right...Jindao is never a child playing house...Talent is not a result, and the heart of kendo is not a result..."

"Only life and death are the result! Those who survive are the winners, and those who die can only lose without saying a word!"

"So you go and die, Shen Zifan!"

Yada Yuki looked like a madman, he raised Zong Wuqi and slashed Shen Zifan behind him.

The cassock is cut!

This move came straight to Shen Zifan's head. The madness in Yada Yu's eyes meant that he would never give up. He was heading towards Shen Zifan's life!

"Yada Yu, are you crazy?"

"What about your swordsman's dignity, damn guy!"

"Shen Zifan, please avoid it!"

Everyone in the Lion Heart Association couldn't help but get up and felt deeply ashamed of seeing Yada Yu's behavior. On the one hand, he was angry, and on the other hand, he was worried about Shen Zifan's situation.

The few girls in the Lionheart Club even covered their eyes and did not dare to see the cruel and bloody scene that followed.

Only Chu Zihang still sat upright.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Shen Zifan's mouth, and a strange light flashed through the golden pupils of his left eye before this.

Shen Zifan captured the scene of Yada Yu's sneak attack a few seconds ago, and the scene flashed in his left pupil like a movie video.

Shen Zifan suddenly turned around. Zong Wuqi only cut a thin scar on his left forehead and was blocked by Shen Zifan lifting his knife. Shen Zifan raised his arm and shook his arms with great force. The sound of metal crossing is extremely harsh.

Zong Wuqi was slashed by Shen Zifan and fell to the corner of the wall on the other side, making a crisp sound.

Shen Zifan completely ignored the blood on his forehead that had wet his eyebrows and eyelids. He just walked towards Yada Yu step by step with expressionless face.

Yada Yuk knelt on the ground, he looked up at the man who was about to flow half of his cheek but walked towards him coldly.

That is not a human, it is Shura from hell!

From the man's blood-stained eyes, Yada Yu understood the simplest meaning:
Chapter completed!