American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

"No, no! My mom's calling me home to collect the laundry!"

"Ito! Help! This lunatic is trying to drag us down with him!"

Ito quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mitsuhashi's arm.

As a result, they were caught by Stephen Chow, and the two were dragged all the way to the dojo.

Zhou Xingxing then realized that the Kendo Club was a good place; it was located in a separate building not far from the old school building.

The old school building can be seen right through the window.

Mitsuhashi clung to a nearby pillar with both hands: "Brother, let's talk this over. I'll lend you 500 yen, will you let me go back?"

Stephen Chow scoffed and opened the door.

Upon seeing the scene inside, Stephen Chow almost slipped and fell.

The spacious kendo clubhouse was devoid of any passionate sword-sparring sessions.

Today, Kimura Daikuma, the arrogant and domineering judo club captain in Class 3-D, is currently kneeling on the ground with his butt sticking out, wiping the floor with great effort!

Beside him, Inoue Gian from the karate club was carrying a large bucket of water.

The Aikido master, Akiko Miyako, is even more exceptional.

The man with the mohawk had half his hair cut off, leaving him with a half-mohawk-like shaved head, and he was kneeling in the corner washing several bamboo swords.

Three burly men, their faces bruised and swollen, moved in perfect unison, working even harder than professional cleaning ladies.

"Hey, three of you working part-time while studying?" Stephen Chow whistled and swaggered in.

Kimura Daikuma's hand froze, and he raised his face, which was swollen like a big steamed bun.

Upon seeing that it was Stephen Chow, tears welled up in my eyes.

The innermost part of the dojo.

Saeko Busujima was still wearing her dark sailor uniform, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

A katana, still sheathed, rested across his knee.

Hearing the voice, she looked up, her purple pupils even colder than at noon.

"You're three minutes late."

"I ran into two lost sheep on the road earlier who needed some moral guidance, so I was a little delayed. Do you need anyone to wash uniforms? I'm also an expert in massage, a family-inherited technique, guaranteed to cure anything!"

Kimura Daikuma, who was standing nearby, shuddered.

Are you crazy?

Mention "massage" in front of this female Yama?

The last unlucky guy who tried to touch her hand is still practicing walking in the rehabilitation department!

Saeko Busujima ignored his nonsense and rested her slender fingers on the hilt of her katana.

"You said before that you had a dream of practicing swordsmanship." She stared into Zhou Xingxing's eyes.

"Of course! I've wanted to be a graceful swordsman since I was a child!"

"Very good," Saeko Busujima stood up, picked up her bamboo sword, walked to the open space in the center of the dojo, turned around, and pressed the tip of the sword down.

She beckoned to him with her other hand.

Stephen Chow was taken aback. "We're all on the same side, there's no need to resort to knives and guns, is there?"

Mitsuhashi, standing at the door, gasped. "It's over! Hoshino's definitely dead! I heard she even managed to get a top thug from a yakuza gang into the ICU!"

Ito paced anxiously, "What should we do? Should we call 119 now? We might be able to catch an early bus!"

Feeling the undisguised fighting spirit on the other side, Zhou Xingxing stroked his chin.

The woman's initial stance was stable, and her breathing was deep and even.

You can't cultivate this kind of murderous aura if your hands have never been stained with blood.

Zhou Xingxing dropped his playful grin. "Since you're so kind as to accept my invitation, I guess I'll have to make a fool of myself. But swords have no eyes, so if I accidentally damage your clothes... no compensation will be given!"

Saeko Busujima flicked her bamboo sword, sending bamboo swords from the weapon rack beside her flying into the air.

With a casual slap, the bamboo knife whistled as it hurtled straight towards Stephen Chow.

Seeing that the other party was starting to pretend, Stephen Chow also started to pretend, reaching out with his right hand to firmly grasp the knife handle.

He twirled the bamboo knife in his palm with a smooth, flowing motion before hoisting it onto his shoulder.

"To be honest, I had a dream last night. In the dream, yellow sand filled the sky, and I was standing on the city wall. Below me, a group of people called me the Sunset Warrior."

"So, when it comes to swordsmanship... I know a little bit about it too."

Saeko Busujima ignored this nonsense, gripped the hilt of her bamboo sword with both hands, and assumed the starting stance of a middle-dan stance in kendo.

Before Stephen Chow could continue his rambling, Saeko Busujima quickly sprang into action, raising her hands high and using her waist and abdomen to swing her bamboo sword down towards Stephen Chow's head!

Japanese Kendo emphasizes this fierce and ruthless spirit of never returning.

Hey!

Is this girl serious?

If you were really hit, wouldn't your head be buzzing for half a month?

Just when the tip of the knife was less than ten centimeters from his forehead.

Zhou Xingxing's foot slid lightly across the wooden floor, and the bamboo knife slashed down just past the tip of his nose!

The attack missed its mark.

Saeko Busujima hadn't expected her opponent to dodge so calmly, but she had excellent muscle memory and didn't hesitate at all. She turned her blade and changed from a slash to a sweeping motion.

Stephen Chow didn't know any Japanese swordsmanship. He simply held the hilt of the bamboo sword with one hand and flicked it to meet the sweeping blade.

"Snapped!"

Two bamboo poles collided.

Zhou Xingxing felt the power; this girl was indeed very strong, no wonder she could fight that kitten.

Stephen Chow's wrist was glued to the other man's knife, and he spat out words like a Gatling gun, "You're taking too big of a stride. You're wearing a short skirt! If you run into some lecherous old man with no manners, your underwear will be on full display!"

Saeko Busujima's breath hitched.

court death!

She drew her knife, took a half step back, readjusted her breathing, and focused her energy entirely on Zhou Xingxing.

Seeing the other party's murderous look, Stephen Chow clicked his tongue.

Alright, I'll show you what true national essence is all about.

With the tip of the bamboo sword pointing diagonally to the ground, Stephen Chow bent his legs slightly, assuming the starting stance of Tai Chi sword.

Both sides started simultaneously.

Stephen Chow cut into the inner circle, facing the blade, and his bamboo knife deftly touched Saeko Busujima's blade.

The key is to "stick"!

Saeko Busujima felt as if her previously unstoppable slashes had struck into a swamp.

With no point of leverage, his wrist tilted forward uncontrollably.

Something is wrong!

A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and she instinctively tried to forcefully draw her sword to defend herself.

late.

Stephen Chow grinned, "Let's go!"

He deftly drew a semicircle with his wrist, and the bamboo knife slid down along the blade of the poison island.

Just as the guards of the two knives were about to collide, Old Zhou's bamboo knife suddenly changed course, its tip flicking upwards in a tricky arc!

"Snapped!"

Saeko Busujima's entire right arm went numb, her fingers went limp and loosened, and the bamboo sword fell to the ground.

Mitsuhashi rubbed his eyes.

What's going on?

The yakuza senior, who swept through the entire university and sent the yakuza thugs to the orthopedics ward, has had her knife confiscated?!

Stephen Chow sheathed his sword and stood there.

He held the bamboo sword behind his back with one hand, his chin slightly raised, striking a pose of a peerless master's aloofness.

"Hua... My swordsmanship emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, and using minimal force to deflect a great weight."

"You're good at chopping wood with that kind of technique, but if you really ran into someone who didn't care about their life, their hands would have been broken off long ago."

Saeko Busujima stared at her empty palm, her fingertips trembling.

From childhood to adulthood, she has never lost a match among her peers.

Today, I actually had my weapon knocked away by a transfer student who talks nonsense.

If it's a real knife...

Stephen Chow caught her emotions.

Goodness, is this little girl about to cry because her self-esteem has been hurt?

"That... well..."

Stephen Chow threw the bamboo knife on the ground and leaned closer:

"Swords have no eyes, this was purely accidental! I have a serious occupational hazard; the moment someone raises a knife, my instinct is to skin them alive... no, I mean, to disarm them. Is your hand alright? Would you like me to give you a massage for sprains and bruises? First order is free!"

Saeko Busujima didn't pick up the knife from the ground. Instead, she bent her knees and knelt firmly on the floor.

"Oh my god, no way! Chinese New Year is still a long way off, and I haven't prepared any red envelopes!"

Stephen Chow was startled and quickly jumped half a step to the side.

Saeko Busujima placed her hands flat in front of her knees, leaned forward, and rested her forehead on the back of her hands.

"Please teach me!"

"Huh?" Old Zhou picked at his ear.

"Please, Hoshino-kun, you absolutely must teach me the sword technique I just used!"

Saeko Busujima looked up, her eyes burning. "From today onwards, you are the head instructor of the kendo club!"