"You can see through the live broadcast that we are now at the starting point of the Tokyo International Marathon. There are crowds of people here, looking down from the helicopter, almost invisible to the road.

There are 84,625 people who have signed up for this Tokyo International Marathon. Among so many contestants, the oldest athlete is 71 years old, while the youngest athlete is only 8 years old.

Now, the professional athletes are standing at the forefront of the team, and twenty meters away from them are the enthusiastic sports enthusiasts.

The starting gun fired, look, the crowds are surging forward. As a senior journalist, I am very excited every time I see a marathon. This kind of sports event with more than 80,000 athletes competing on the same track, only marathons have such a spectacular scene."

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"Now the First Group has run halfway through, and many sports enthusiasts can no longer hold on and have withdrawn from the competition.

There are currently twenty-two people in the First Group, among which black players from America and Europe account for the vast majority, and Japanese long-distance running stars Haruka Makihara and Naogawa Nagagawa are among them.

The second group is about 600 meters behind the first group, and most of these players are professional athletes. Oh, I counted it and there were 53 people in total.

Hey, behind the Second Group, there is actually a small team. They are about 500 meters behind the Second Group, with only five players, and they are all very young Japanese players. Please drive over and we can take a close shot.

These five players look very young, but they are in the competition now, which is not a good time to interview, so we will interview them again until they finish the competition."

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"Are you five together?"

"Yes, we are classmates!" Dashan Zhongyan bent down and gasped, and reluctantly replied.

"Are you students from the sports school?"

"No, we are all students who have just graduated from the third year of junior high school in Kamta Academy."

"This is really surprising. You have just graduated from the third year of junior high school. Five of you can get less than 100 places in the Tokyo International Marathon. With 80,000 people participating in the competition, I believe Katsuda Academy must be a famous sports school, right?"

"————" this topic is really not easy to answer. Although four of the five people didn't catch a cold about their school, they were not embarrassed to criticize their alma mater in front of the reporter's interview!

"Our Sports Department Director Yuji Ogawa is a top student in the Sports Department of Tokai University. He is a very powerful physical education teacher. Since he took office, the school's physical education performance has improved a lot!" After a little disappointing, Oyama Naka Iwa hurriedly pushed out the physical education teacher.

Yesterday, Yayoi Tomoto, Yuki Soto, told them not to talk about themselves. Yesterday, Yuki Sotomoto, the means of giving them the body conditioning, looked like ghosts and gods to the five of them, which greatly strengthened their determination to stay with Yuki Sotomoto and his disciples. What's more, seeing with their own eyes the respect that Yayoi Sotomoto and his heart receives, how could the five of them dare to regard the words of their masters as a wind in their ears?

"It turns out that famous teachers produce high-level disciples. So do you want to take the sports school in the future? Will you choose marathon as your main project?"

"No, we have already been admitted to high school. Long-distance running is just one of our interests and we don't plan to use it as our future career."

"That's a pity. If you take the sports school, your score will definitely give you extra points this time."

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"Kun Ogawa, your work is excellent. From next semester, you will enjoy the treatment of a chief teacher. Your salary will be raised to 400,000 yen. Please keep working hard!"

Yuji Ogawa, who was working hard to sort out the teaching plan for the next semester at home, suddenly received a call from Principal Kamada. After putting down the call, Yuji Ogawa looked puzzled - this is not the day for teacher performance evaluation, why did such a good thing suddenly happen? Could it be that the principal was joking with me?

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"Yao Shengjun, I wish you a long-term martial arts fortune!" In the contestant's preparation room, Aoki Yuki took a step back and bowed solemnly.

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts fortune!" The other two first-class teachers also took a step back and opened the distance, bowing down seriously.

"Haha, Director Aoki doesn't have to worry, you will win this battle!" Yagyu Motoka tidied up the black mask on his face and said with a smile.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the players' passage. At another exit of the passage, it was today's Wuhun final, the first event of the semi-finals.

"Please see, what you are coming out of the Red Player Channel is the rising newcomer king in this year's martial soul sect, the invincible masked swordsman. This amazing young young swordsman swept through the way with his extremely superb swordsman. Until now, no one has even been able to hit him in the ring once!"

"This young man was listed as the second seed player in this martial soul division, second only to the top seed, the legend of the human world - Artoria VI!

Then, in the game that is about to begin, whether this young man can continue his legend depends on whether another contestant agrees.”

"Everyone turned to look here. In the Lan player's passage, what came out was another martial arts master in this game - from the Tang Dynasty of the East Tu. Well, this is not Journey to the West - the mysterious monk from the Tibet of the Red Flag Kingdom - Master Bo Renduo!"

"Master Borendo has never left a record in any public competition before. Like the Masked Swordsman, the Martial Soul Skill is the first time that Master Borendo has shown his skills in front of the world. There is a very strange thing, I don't know if you have noticed it."

"What are you referring to?" the narrator asked in cooperation.

"The four martial arts masters who have reached the end of this year's Martial Soul Decision are all mysterious strong men who have not participated in any open competitions before. It seems that they have made an appointment to compete in this Martial Soul Decision."

"The world is so big, everything is strange. The four world's top martial arts masters have even used the Martial Soul Skill as their first stage facing the world. This is an affirmation of the Martial Soul Skill, and an affirmation of the samurai spirit that our Japan has always upheld!"

The two contestants were still marching towards the ring, and the commentator had already spoken and screamed.

The semi-finals are already the final climax of the Martial Soul Decision. Whether it is the number of viewers or the price of broadcast rights, they are far from comparable to the previous games.

What's more, after so many rounds of performances and eliminations, each of the remaining four contestants had many supporters, and the atmosphere on the scene was so warm that it far exceeded the previous rounds of competitions.

"When the contestants are talking to each other, please come on stage!"

"Hello, this lama, I don't know what to call you?" The lama in front of him was not very good in appearance, but he unknowingly felt good about him when he stood there. Even Yagyumoto and the person who was about to see him were about to see him, could not help but say hello.

"I dare not be a lama. The little monk is just Manranbagshi, whose name is Borendo. Lama is the name used by the master. Borendo's practice is far from enough, so I dare not be a lama, and I dare not be a lama."

Borendo, who walked onto the ring today, was covered with a red monk's robe (Tibetan style, not the monk's robe of the monk in the Central Plains). You can see a pair of soft armor inside, holding a long stick in his hand, standing on the ground, the height of which was just above his head.

"Mr. Mask, the little monk is not your opponent in martial arts, but the little monk's spiritual cultivation is still worthy of consideration. Please pay attention to it."

Borendo nodded slightly and said.

Yayoi Motohe was stunned. Didn’t he understand that he wanted to be careful of his secret hypnosis? This lama is honest!

"Please return to the preparation area!"

The referee saw that the two had finished their communication and announced that the game was about to begin. Please give each player a seat.

Walking back to his preparation area, Yagyu Motoka remembered that some time ago, the Jianhaohui specially invited a national treasure expert who was responsible for interrogating major cases to explain and demonstrate hypnosis to himself.

"Master Yanagi, there are many ways to divide hypnosis, but since the master is going to face an opponent who is proficient in hypnosis, I will explain it from the hypnosis master's ability."

"The term hypnosis originally came from the West. The sleeping god of Sapporos in Greek mythology belongs to the category of mysticism. In the West, only a part of the core personnel in the Holy See could receive this inheritance education. Later, as the Holy See's divine power was broken by the Knight King God, this part of knowledge also flowed to the general public."

"With the development of medicine and psychology, it is no secret that the mechanism of hypnosis works. It has left the field of occultism and became a formal psychology discipline. However, hypnotist is still a relatively rare profession. Especially Master Borendo you will meet in the ring. Since he can hypnotize in battle, it must be a hypnotist that I have never heard of before."

"In fact, ordinary hypnotists need the trust and cooperation of the hypnotist to hypnotize the other party; while top hypnotists can hypnotize the other party through environmental hints and speech guidance, and hypnotize the other party when they are on guard."

"But I've never heard of anyone who can hypnotize an opponent in this kind of fighting field, which is beyond my understanding of hypnosis."

"After all, hypnosis is just a way to bypass the hypnotist's instructions from people's superficial consciousness judgment ability, and directly implant the instructions into the other party's subconscious mind, so as to achieve various incredible effects."

"But in battle, people's spirit is highly concentrated. At this time, let alone relax the superficial consciousness and dormant, the hypnotist himself cannot observe the other party carefully, so how can he induce and imply?"

"People like me who have hypnotic abilities are slightly better, but the so-called hypnotic abilities are actually just a kind of mental perception ability, which can easily feel the other person's mental state and fatigue level, which can be guided relatively easily, and even deceive the other person into a state of mental relaxation. But apart from this, hypnotic abilities cannot do more."

"So Master Yansheng, after saying so much, I am actually very interested in the hypnosis ability of that Master Borendo. If you experience his hypnosis technique, can you communicate with me again after the competition?"

"No problem, Master Kameda, if I have some experience, I will definitely tell you."

"Master Yanagi, now I will do hypnosis for you to let you experience the feeling of hypnosis. I know that it is difficult to be hypnotized with your willpower of Swordmaster, but if you cooperate, I am still confident."

As he said that, Master Kameda from a secret department of Guoan took out a painting from the folder. The painting was composed of some messy color blocks, and there was no pattern at all.

"Master Yanagi, please stare at the red dot in the center of the painting and concentrate."

At the same time, Master Kameda hummed a minor tune with unknown lyrics. Although it seemed not very good, it inexplicably made people feel relieved and relaxed.

Following the instructions of Master Kameda, Yagyu Tomokazu stared at the red dots in the center of the painting.

Until half a day, Yagyu Motokaya didn't feel any sign of being hypnotized. He finally couldn't help but look away from the picture and looked at Master Kameda who was humming the song.

Master Kameda fell asleep tilted on the chair, and was still humming a song in his mouth——

"Master Yayoi's mind is as pure and clear as a mirror. I don't think there is any hypnosis technique in the world that can shake Master Yayoi's mind. You just have to worry!"

When Master Kameda left, he left a sentence like this.

Although it is useless, at least, Yagyu Motoka knows that general hypnosis may not be able to do anything to himself.

So, what kind of surprise can this Porindomanran Bagsi bring to himself?

Yagyu Motoka walked slowly towards the middle of the ring.

The distance between seven steps and close to six meters is the last safe distance for top martial arts masters. At this distance, Yagyu Sora draws his sword in his hand, bent down slightly, swings the knife in his hand, returns to the middle lane, and gives a knife gift.

Master Borenche, opposite, was stationed in a long stick, standing with one hand in front of his chest and nodding slightly.

After the two of them finished their salute, Yayoi Yuen and the knife in their hands vibrated rapidly. The air swayed, and the blade body began to blur. With Yayoi Yuen and the steps of the left and right, the blade light gradually became like water waves.

Master Borenche stepped forward, raised his long stick straight up, and slashed it down with a simple stick.

At the same time, a long roar of "hong--" seemed to be not making a sound from Master Borendo's mouth, but his entire chest and spine resonated at the same time.

Originally, Master Borendo's stick was just a powerful and powerful force, and there was nothing strange about it. However, with this long chant, it actually made Yayoi Yuen and his entire chest feel a resonant vibration. This accident caused Yayoi Yuen's body to move slightly for a moment.

The masters confronted each other, although this little bit of delay in body movements was less than 0.1 seconds, it made Yagyu Motohiro unable to avoid this stick.

"Okay!" Yasuo Yuenhe praised! After practicing to his current realm, there are very few things that can affect him from the outside world. This lama, no, Gexi can actually use his voice to make him resonate involuntarily. This is indeed amazing. This is much stronger than the wild way he has studied himself, "sounding".

The sword light shook. Yanyu Tomohiro, who was about to move sideways away from the long stick and bullied himself into the body, turned into a rainbow, and slashed the side of the stick with one knife, swung the long stick one foot away. When the blade turned, he would slash it from the central palace on his head!

"mei!" Just as Yayoi Motohe had just swung his long stick and the blade was about to turn, the second time, a short mantra sounded, and Master Borenche on the opposite side actually jumped backwards as if he was a prophet of the uncertainty, and closed the long stick and closed it horizontally, blocking Yayoi Motohe's knife path.

"Huh?" This was the first time that Yayoi Tomokazu met an opponent who had been blocked by someone in advance before he took action.

But this is nothing. Just block one road and take another road.

The sword light turned, and in Yayoi Yuenhe's hand, which was sliding against the ground, within a distance of only three meters, the long sword changed seven times in an instant, but the entire change process was without any fireworks. It was like an autumn leaf floating in the wind in the wind. The sword light naturally flowed and changed. Finally, from bottom to top, a sword was like a poisonous snake holding its head up, and suddenly started!

"mei!" Another mantra was praised. As if he had known the landing point of Yagyu-moto and the last sword, he just stood up as his chest and opened the unexpectedly slash.

"It's interesting!"
To be continued...