Poison Island's Slayer was indeed worthy of being a national champion. In just a moment, she had already adjusted her aura. A green light flashed in her long and narrow phoenix eyes. She shouted and flew over. The wooden saber in her hand turned into a ray of light and slashed at Dong Zhuo's neck with a shrill and ear-piercing sound.
In a trance, Dong Zhuo felt a burning, swelling, and even stinging sensation from his glabella. Everything around him seemed to have slowed down.
His eyes seemed to have lost their focus, and his pupils were blank. He waved the wooden saber in his hand out of reflex, and accurately slashed at the mouth of the poisonous island's blade with the tip of his saber.
A huge force made the Poison Island Cultivator grunt and stagger back a few steps before he managed to stand firm. The hand that was holding the saber was trembling.
The counterattack just now carried an unparalleled force. The rebound force almost sent the wooden saber in her hand flying. Even if she managed to grab the handle, she could no longer continue fighting.
His palm was numb as if he couldn't feel anything, and there was a sharp pain coming from the area between his thumb and forefinger. He reminded the Poison Island Cultivator that he had actually lost to this person who claimed to have no foundation in Kendo.
Poison Island's bandit's face was gloomy. He coldly stared at Dong Zhuo and said,"Your sword skills are superb, and you have already won. The Poison Island Clan is unable to teach you any sword skills, so please leave!”
The discomfort from his hands made Poison Island's Child forget the original intention of this battle. Especially Dong Zhuo's exquisite counterattack just now, which made Poison Island's Zhuzi feel like he had been deceived.
This guy clearly had the strength of a Sword Saint, but he pretended to know nothing about Sword Dao. With such a thought in mind, how could Poison Island's bandit give Dong Zhuo a good look?
Dong Zhuo, who had been immersed in the mysterious feeling just now, came back to his senses. His eyes were apologetic, but his face was still cold. He looked at the Poison Island Cultivator and said,"Senior Sister Poison Island, I'm very sorry. However, I sincerely want to learn Kendo in the dojo. In the entire main city of Chuang, only the Poison Island Style Kendo Gym is familiar to me. Moreover, Senpai won the championship in the National Convention with the Poison Island Style. I hope to become a disciple of the Poison Island Sect!”
Although Dong Zhuo's praise for the Poison Island Sect made Poison Island Girl feel good, her face was still cold. "Your excellency's outstanding sword skill is not something that the Poison Island School can teach you. Please go back!"
This time, he finally understood the meaning of the poison island's bandit. He was stunned for a moment before he explained,""I'm sorry, Senior Sister Poison Island, but I don't know any swordsmanship. My reaction just now was completely based on my body's instinct.”
The poison island bandit looked at Dong Zhuo suspiciously and asked,""You really don't know any sword techniques?"
"It's true! I don't even know the basics of Sword Dao. I don't have to lie to you about this!”Dong Zhuo replied indifferently.
Recalling the fight with Dong Zhuo, Poison Island's bandit had to admit that this guy really didn't know anything about sword arts.
A person who didn't understand the way of the sword but could rely on instinct to slash out that shocking slash just now undoubtedly meant that this guy in front of him, who always had a cold expression, was a true genius in the way of the sword.
Poison Island Girl had reason to suspect that if this guy in front of her had mastered the foundation of Kendo, with his abnormal physical fitness and reaction speed, she would be defeated in one move. Even if a sword hero expert fought against him, he might lose.
If he could devote himself to the study of the Tao of the sword, he would definitely have a place among the future grandmasters of the Tao of the sword. Just like Sasaki Kojiro and Miyamoto Musashi who created the Swallow Return in history. He would become an amazing expert in the history of the sword. It even surpassed those famous sword saints of an era.
After the misunderstanding was resolved, the Poison Island Cultivator finally nodded and agreed to teach Dong Zhuo the way of the sword. However, her hands had been injured in the previous attack, so she could no longer perform any vigorous movements. She could only wait until tomorrow to officially start.
But Dong Zhuo knew that he didn't have much time left. He said that Poison Island's Witch could tell him what to do and that he would follow her instructions to familiarize himself with the basics of Kendo.
Seeing Dong Zhuo's desire for the sword, even the Poison Island Cultivator was moved. His dissatisfaction with Dong Zhuo completely disappeared, and a thought that he didn't even dare to dream of appeared in his heart.
If this guy was really willing to study the Poison Island Style, perhaps the Poison Island Style could be brought to greater heights in his hands and become a sword style sect that resounded throughout the world.
With such a thought in mind, Poison Island's Huanzi knelt on a blanket. Because of his injured hands, he could only lay them flat on his lap. He began to give Dong Zhuo some advice on the foundation of the sword.
Dong Zhuo corrected his posture bit by bit according to what the Poison Island Witch had told him.
The foundation of Kendo in the 11th District wasn't too much in terms of movement, because the main pursuit was speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness! As long as the basic moves were engraved into his muscle memory through thousands of sword practice, the rest would be corrected through sparring.
At around 1:00 pm, Dong Zhuo had completely mastered the Kendo moves taught by Poison Island's Saberson. What was left was to keep practicing.
Looking at the time, Dong Zhuo said awkwardly,""I'm sorry, Senior Poison Island. I didn't expect that I would practice for so long that you even missed lunch!”
Poison Island's bandit smiled and shook his head.""It doesn't matter. He didn't expect Dong Zhuojun to be so talented in Kendo. He had mastered the basics of Kendo in just a few hours of practice. You know, when I reached Dong Zhuojun's current level, I practiced for many years!”
Dong Zhuo didn't comment on the praise of the Poison Island Cultivator. He knew very well that his opponent wasn't a sword expert, but a dead body that didn't fear death. The number was endless. If he wanted to survive in that kind of doomsday environment, his current strength was still not enough!
After stroking the wooden saber in his hand and placing it on the weapon rack, Dong Zhuo said,"Senior Poison Island, your hands are inconvenient and you're living alone now. I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to finish your lunch. How about I treat you to lunch? Just take it as an apology for what happened just now.”
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