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Chapter 15 Emperor? I will beat him.

Clang! Clang!

One knife, then another, one knife, then another.

Inside Yuan Yixin's seemingly desolate and dry body, blood was surging like magma, heavy and bright red, yet extremely hot, and with an indescribable heaviness, as if it was going to melt everything in front of it.

His sword moves changed from defense to outright offense. If he was competing with Qi Xiuyuan in swordsmanship before, then at this moment the competition had completely evolved into a fight.

The knife turned into a phantom as it was swung rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the two weapons collided with each other several times, and bursts of sparks exploded in the flash of swords and shadows.

"That's it!"

Finally, as those reckless words echoed, Qi Xiuyuan abandoned the sword moves in his mind and followed his instinct to hold the knife in his backhand...

puff! !
Finally, the two people who passed each other with their backs to each other splattered blood, and two streams of scarlet blood splashed on the ground.

"..."

Qi Xiuyuan, who was half squatting on the ground, slowly lowered his head and saw the torn clothes on his side and the blood flowing down from the wound.

"Old man." He stood up straight and turned to look at the old man, a smile on his face and said with emotion, "This move is too young!"

Click... click...

A drop of blood slid along the blade of the sword and fell to the ground.

Yuan Yixin, standing in place, raised his hand and touched the wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone was visible. The clothes on his chest were soaked with blood.

Almost, just a little bit.

Thinking this in his mind, he turned around and swung his sword again.

Completely ignoring his own injuries.

"What an old man who refuses to admit his age."

Qi Xiuyuan had a genuine smile on his face and responded by drawing his sword.

He sheathed the knife with his right hand, gripped the hilt with his left hand, and lowered his body slightly.

"Xinyou Sword Technique." He put away his smile and said softly, "Please teach me."

The murderous look in those black eyes concealed the only trace of youthfulness on that face.

This was the first time he swung a sword, which meant he acknowledged Yuan Yixin.

Xinyou swordsmanship, also known as Qi family swordsmanship, is a technique that uses foreign skills to defeat foreigners and is specifically designed to break Japanese swordsmanship.

Fierce and vicious, rough and violent, one strike will kill you.

Looking at Qi Xiuyuan's posture which was similar to the sword-drawing technique but completely different from it, a trace of trance flashed across Yuan Yixin's eyes, and the move that defeated his teacher decades ago reappeared in front of him.

"So, it's called 'Xinyou Sword Technique'?"

Yuan Yixin murmured in a hoarse voice, and finally smiled with relief, and also bent down to put the sword back at his waist.

The two looked at each other without blinking.

Bang!Bang!
Under Chu Zihang's gaze, the two suddenly disappeared.

He could only hear a horrible whistling in the wind, and imagined that anything that stood in its way would be torn apart.

In a split second, Qi Xiuyuan and Yuan Yixin passed each other with their backs to each other. The start and stop were extremely abrupt, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, with no transition in between.

"So fast." Yuan Yixin sighed.

He looked down at the knife across his neck, and the broken sword he had been holding tightly fell to the ground. Even the cuffs at his wrists slowly cracked.

Qi Xiuyuan showed mercy with that blow and did not take his life, but only cut his tendons.

The sword-drawing method in the Qi family sword is specifically designed to counter the sword-drawing technique of Japanese kendo. The sword is held at the foot with the backhand grip, and the handle is lifted up with the backhand grip to make a movement similar to the Japanese sword-drawing technique.

In just a short moment, Qi Xiuyuan's sword was launched with a "swish", like a wall pushed in front of him, the murderous aura was so strong that it was suffocating. It was done in one go, and the movement was extremely fast. The arc of the blade was as light as thin paper and as bright as flowing water.

In other words, Qi Xiuyuan won...

Just when Chu Zihang outside the field thought the winner was decided and wanted to stand up, he found that Yuan Yixin swung his bare hand towards Qi Xiuyuan's cheek.

But Qi Xiuyuan dodged it with a smile and a backward lean. He followed up with a right fist but was dodged again. He then slapped the old man on the head with a backhand. Plop!
Yuan Yixin lay on the ground, revealing a bitter smile and saying, "I lost."

It's a complete loss.

He was defeated by this trick just like his teacher was back then.

"Old man, at your age, please stop playing dirty."

Qi Xiuyuan shook his head helplessly, grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

But when he held the arm, his movements couldn't help but pause.

This arm was much thinner and drier than he had imagined. It was an arm that had survived for forty years simply by holding a sword.

Forty years of studying Kendo, forty years of journey, has come to an end today.

Buzz! Buzz!
Blue and red light shone into the venue from the window.

The ambulance that Chu Zihang had called in advance had arrived.

But just when Qi Xiuyuan wanted to help him downstairs, the old man suddenly spoke in a calm tone.

"Actually, I never thought I would win."

Hearing this, Qi Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, only to hear the old man continue calmly: "I really don't have even the slightest idea of winning."

"Because I also have a student in Japan. He is called 'Emperor' by my family. His name is Gen Chisei. He made me understand that what the teacher said was right. The gap between geniuses and ordinary people is dozens of times greater than I imagined."

"From that moment on, I decided to find another natural person and let him be the god of death who draws down the curtain of my life. So I have been thinking about how to lose handsomely and make my exit more dignified."

"Until you appeared before me and mastered the swordsmanship that took me a year to learn in just one day, I knew I had found it."

Having said that, the old man raised his head, looked at Qi Xiuyuan and smiled slightly, "Looking at you bathing in the sunshine outside the window, I don't feel the slightest bit of jealousy in my heart. I'm just thinking..."

"What a young and handsome Grim Reaper! As the one who draws the curtain, there is no one more suitable than you. Therefore, I will teach you everything I know. I want to fight you in a fair and square battle and face failure and death calmly."

"But, but..."

He lowered his head and raised one hand to cover his face, but tears still slid down his cheeks.

After forty years of kendo experience, how could he let go so easily?

The ugly struggle was just for three words.

I don't want to lose, I'm unwilling to accept it.

Forty years pass by like a flash of lightning, and those who have accomplished nothing will grow gray hair overnight.

After the sword was taken away, what else could support him to continue moving forward?

What will be left if those expectations that are like a curse are really gone?
"..."

Looking at the old man with his head down, Qi Xiuyuan shook his head and sighed in his heart.

The old man in front of me is like a locust tree. It may not be conspicuous and may grow slowly, but the years never pass in vain. Every moment is engraved in the annual rings of the trunk. The solid foundation enables it to grow into a towering tree, tough and heavy.

Forget it.

Cutting down an old tree with one's own hands and ending an old man's decades of persistence and love with one's own hands is a cruel thing, even for someone like him.

"You said you once taught an 'Emperor', and he was also a natural, right?"

Yuan Yixin subconsciously raised his head, only to see Qi Xiuyuan smiling slightly and saying, "Don't you want to see which is stronger, the Chinese or Japanese ancient swordsmanship? You don't think you can represent the Japanese ancient swordsmanship, do you?"

"So, continue living this despicable and ugly life. Go back and teach that so-called 'Emperor'. I will also go find him, and then I will let you see which one is stronger."

"..."

Yuan Yixin didn't say anything. He stared into the boy's eyes, trying to see the despicable hypocrisy in them, but he only saw purity. Those eyes were like open windows, revealing his true emotions.

Finally, a glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"You little brat." He lowered his head, held his forehead, and smiled bitterly, "You're really cunning."

(End of this chapter)