I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Susie took a shower and came back, neatly tying her slightly damp long hair into a high ponytail, deliberately ignoring Lancelot in a huff.

"It's about to start, who do you think will win?"

Lancelot stood to the side with his arms crossed, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, and took the initiative to break the ice.

"snort."

Susie turned her head to the side, but her eyes were still on the battle between Chu Zihang and Cheng Sui downstairs.

But the two people downstairs didn't move an inch, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Chu Zihang was searching for Cheng Sui's weakness.

In Chu Zihang's eyes, although Cheng Sui adopted a very awkward starting stance, his knife-wielding posture was so unfamiliar that it seemed as if he had never touched a sword before, leaving his body wide open and full of flaws.

But the defeat at Freedom made him hesitant to attack rashly. Perhaps the seemingly flawed opening move was a trap set by Cheng Sui, just waiting for Chu Zihang to step into it.

Cheng Sui looked at Chu Zihang, who remained as still as a rock, his posture perfectly flawless.

This looks very professional, doesn't it? It feels like he can defend against any attack and then counterattack.

"ha!"

In the end, it was Chu Zihang who launched the first attack. He was never one to wait passively. The timid boy in the rainy night had long since transformed into a fearless warrior.

This shout is called "Ki-ai" in Japanese Kendo. It is both a technique to boost morale and a method to coordinate the exertion of power, pursuing the unity of Qi, sword, and body in order to maximize combat effectiveness.

Although Cheng Sui always felt that this was just a trick used by the Japanese to scare their opponents, it was not as mysterious as described in the kendo textbook.

Chu Zihang raised the wooden sword high with both hands, and a surge of power rose from the soles of his feet, passed through his waist, and finally burst out from his arms, pressing down on Cheng Sui with the momentum of splitting mountains and opening seas.

But what seemed like an extremely oppressive strike to others slowed down in Cheng Sui's eyes. Cheng Sui could almost see every inch of Chu Zihang's muscle movement and the way he exerted force.

Cheng Sui gripped the knife with one hand and slashed upwards at an angle, as if swinging a stick.

In Chu Zihang's eyes, this knife was ridiculously wrong. Not only was the blade crooked in an exaggerated way, but the way he exerted force was also wrong. Using force in this way would not only fail to injure the opponent, but would also injure his own hand holding the knife.

"clang!"

The two wooden swords clashed, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

The force transmitted through the blade far exceeded Chu Zihang's expectations, causing his arms to go numb. Since igniting his Golden Eyes that night, he had never felt such a huge difference in power from anyone.

This is completely different from the strength he displayed on the day of his freedom. Could it be that he was still hiding his strength that day?

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, inhaling oxygen into his lungs, which temporarily suppressed the numbness in his arms, and he gripped the wooden knife in his hand again.

Cheng Sui didn't think as much as Chu Zihang did; at that moment, she gasped for breath behind her mask.

He had absolutely no idea how to use a katana, and his right hand, which was holding the sword, was a little sore from the sword-fighting with Chu Zihang earlier.

Chu Zihang quickly adjusted his posture, slashing horizontally from left to right with his wooden sword, aiming straight for Cheng Sui's waist.

But Chu Zihang did not sheathe his sword at all. He slashed a second time with the exact same posture and trajectory, striking Cheng Suimu's wooden sword in the exact same spot. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth slashes... The continuous slashes came like a tidal wave.

"What a monster."

Lancelot was completely captivated by the duel before him and couldn't help but comment.

"You mean the president?"

Susie had calmed down by now. She wasn't the type to be dramatic; she had just been annoyed by Lancelot's blunt remarks.

"No, I'm talking about Cheng Sui. Although the president is currently pressing Cheng Sui on the offensive, look closely at Cheng Sui's footwork."

Following Lancelot's directions, Susie looked at Cheng Sui's footsteps, and what she saw made her beautiful eyes widen.

Despite Chu Zihang's relentless attacks, Cheng Sui did not retreat an inch.

It should be noted that everyone in the Lionheart Society has fought the chairman one-on-one, and no one has been able to withstand the seventh strike of this move.

Some were so shaken that they couldn't grip the knife anymore, while others couldn't withstand the force of Chu Zihang's knife and were thrown to the ground.

The eleventh cut, the twelfth cut, the thirteenth cut!

Historically, sword masters were capable of delivering thirteen consecutive strikes, concentrating thirteen bursts of power in an instant to strike the same spot on their opponent's weapon, ultimately breaking the sword in two.

This was the limit for a human swordsman, but Chu Zihang didn't break a sweat, and his slashes continued.

However, Cheng Sui did not allow the opponent to continue their attack.

He came here to learn swordsmanship, not to get beaten up.

"Get out of here!"

With a furious shout, Cheng Sui kicked out with lightning speed, aiming straight for Chu Zihang's waist.

The kick came so suddenly that Chu Zihang was genuinely taken aback.

Few can react to his continuous slashes without being able to block, let alone counter with such a fierce kick.

How terrifying is this person's core strength? Is this really a C-level?

Faced with this sudden kick, Chu Zihang could only retreat.

Cheng Sui stretched his shoulders, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.

"After being beaten for so long, it's time for me to fight back."

Cheng rushed forward in one stride, the wind pressure he generated lifting Chu Zihang's bangs.

Cheng Sui lowered his body and bent his knees, adopting the same starting stance as Chu Zihang, and unleashed a horizontal slash that pierced through the air.

The wooden sword tore through the air at such a high speed that it created ripples, and the blade itself bent slightly as it charged up.

Chu Zihang's pupils contracted, but the knife was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react and could only hurriedly place the wooden knife horizontally beside him.

"Bang!"

The sound of wood colliding echoed across the training ground, and Chu Zihang was knocked to the ground by the impact.

Cheng Sui gave him no chance to catch his breath, closing in instantly and raising the wooden knife in his hand.

This was the move Chu Zihang used to start the battle, and now Cheng Sui was going to use it to end it.

Chu Zihang felt a shadow looming over him, and when he looked up, the knife was already at his head.

This strike carried an unparalleled momentum. Cheng Sui was like a god descending to punish the heavens, his wooden sword like a torrential downpour or a thunderbolt that destroyed everything.

Chu Zihang suddenly remembered that night when the true god had also looked down from above and unleashed an unavoidable blow.

After all these years... nothing has changed?

He gripped the knife tightly, the scene from that rainy night shattering before his eyes.

No.

He had promised that man, and he had promised himself, that he would never back down again.

Chu Zihang's dragon blood boiled, his golden eyes suddenly lit up, and incredible power surged from his body, supporting him to swing his sword upward in resistance.

The one strike he couldn't deliver in the past was his greatest regret; now, he will personally shatter the nightmare of yesteryear.

The two swords collided with a deafening roar!

"Snap!"

The expected loud noise did not occur; both wooden swords had reached their limit and broke simultaneously at the moment of impact.

Cheng Sui looked at the broken knife in his hand, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

Chu Zihang took off his hood and said in a low voice:

"I lost."

Cheng Sui originally wanted to casually pat him on the shoulder and say a few words of comfort, but the moment he saw the other person's expression, he couldn't help but stop.

The boy's eyes, which were originally as still as a cold pool, seemed to be shrouded in a heavy haze, and sadness, like a silent tide, slowly washed over them.

But in the deepest part, a faint glimmer of relief quietly emerges, like the first faint ray of dawn after a long night.