The all-powerful middle schooler

Masao Busujima dared not be careless and quickly raised his sword to block, but was knocked back several steps by the force. A tingling sensation came from the tiger's mouth holding the sword, as if an electric current was running through it.

Besides reaction speed, can physical strength also be trained to this level through breathing techniques?

You have to understand that he has undergone decades of training!

Are there really such geniuses in this world?

It was unbelievable, yet he had to believe it; the strength of the boy before him far exceeded his expectations.

He finally realized that he, as the grandmaster of the Poison Island School, might actually lose to this young man in front of him!

102, please don't die!

"My father was at a disadvantage."

Saeko Busujima stood firmly in place, her eyes clearly seeing everything.

She did notice that Hasegawa-kun hadn't used his full strength in their previous duel, but she hadn't expected him to hold back so much.

Even now, facing his father, whose strength far surpasses his own, he still maintains a calm and composed demeanor.

Perhaps this is what true genius is!

In just a few years, one can achieve what others have accomplished in decades.

The battle continues on the field.

"Ghost Sword Technique: Consecutive Slashes!"

"Dragon's Nest Flash".

The two unleashed a series of sword attacks.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The clanging of wooden swords against each other echoed through the courtyard. Two incredibly swift figures darted through the sunlight, sometimes separating, sometimes joining together, like two dragons locked in a fierce battle.

Every clash kept Saeko Busujima on the edge of her seat, afraid of missing a single exciting moment.

In such an intense competition, even the toughest wooden sword would theoretically break or even snap. This is mainly due to the exquisite control of force by both sides, which could injure the person rather than the sword.

"Da da da……"

Masao Busujima's body trembled, and he staggered back several steps, the numbness in his hands growing stronger.

During this continuous competition, he felt a strange force being transmitted to his hands through the weapon in each collision.

If he hadn't been so skilled in swordsmanship and knew how to reduce and deflect force, he would have been defeated by this young man long ago.

Wow, that's amazing! Such enviable talent. Life is so unfair!

He was amazed.

"Huh...ha..."

Masao Busujima's forehead was covered in beads of sweat, dripping down his forehead, a sign that his physical strength had reached its limit.

Even he couldn't sustain such a high-intensity battle for long.

"Boy, what kind of swordsmanship is that?"

He asked, panting heavily.

"The Flying Sword Style, remember this name."

Izumi Hasegawa opened her mouth slightly and took a breath.

This was the closest he had ever come to a battle since his awakening, and it had reached the point where he could warm up. This feeling was truly exhilarating.

Unfortunately, that's the end of it.

He could sense that his opponent was about to reach their limit.

"I've never heard of it, but... it's very strong. This is the first time I've ever seen such strong swordsmanship."

Masao Busujima exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, the main reason is that the people are strong.

He added in his mind.

"But I haven't yet shown the true power of this sword technique."

However, the other party's next answer made his eyes widen.

Could it possibly get even stronger?

Seeing his surprised expression, Izumi Hasegawa explained, "The Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu is actually a sword-drawing technique known for its 'divine speed'."

I remember a martial artist named Fire Cloud Evil God once said, "Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except for speed."

This swordsmanship is based on this very idea.

"I see, it's a sword-drawing technique... Can it get even stronger?"

Masao Busujima suddenly became expressionless, and he forcibly suppressed his rapid breathing.

How could we not experience it!

"Boy, show me the true secrets of your Flying Sky Sword Style! Use your strongest sword to crush me!"

Masao Busujima roared, his blood surging, making his skin the color of a steamed shrimp, and his pupils bloodshot, making him look like a demon in the world.

That's awesome!

Is it possible for him to suddenly unleash his full power at this moment?

Izumi Hasegawa could tell the other party's current state at a glance. He controlled his blood and qi, temporarily stimulating the body's potential, just like he had been injected with adrenaline.

He truly deserves to be called a grandmaster. In this day and age, to achieve such exquisite control of qi and blood, both talent and hard work are indispensable.

But, do you want to witness his strongest swordsmanship?

Does it refer to the highest level of swordsmanship in the Hiten Mitsurugi style, or the strongest swordsmanship he has mastered?

Hmm... it should be the former.

"Alright, for my next move, I will use the highest level of swordsmanship of the Flying Heaven Sword Style!"

He suddenly sheathed his wooden sword, lowered his body slightly, gripped the hilt with his right hand, and made a gesture as if preparing to draw his sword, his star-like eyes staring straight ahead.

"Don't die, Busujima-senpai."

His expression was indifferent, and a wild laugh curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't underestimate me! I am the current head of the Busujima-ryu family... Busujima Masao!"

Masao Busujima roared wildly, his eyes radiating a chilling ferocity, and an invisible killing intent spread. If an ordinary person were to meet his gaze, they would probably be so frightened that they would wet themselves.

Even his daughter, Saeko Busujima, was alarmed to see her father in this state.

My father's murderous intent was so strong?

Could it be that he also...?

A strange guess suddenly formed in the girl's mind.

"Ghost Sword Technique: Life Devourer!"

Masao Busujima dared not hold back and was determined to use the strongest move he had created.

He had experienced numerous killings in lawless areas and had fought life-or-death duels with many swordsmen; the scars on his body still remain to this day.

However, such an effort was worthwhile, as it allowed his swordsmanship, which had stagnated for a long time, to show signs of improvement again, and his Ghost Sword Technique was created during this period.

It's truly humiliating that I would have to resort to this forbidden killing move in front of such a young boy!

Because he simply didn't want to lose!

His dedication to victory and his passion for the sword are second to none!

Therefore, this strike will gamble the glory of the Poison Island School!

……

He stomped his foot hard on the ground!

With a swift movement, Masao Busujima moved with lightning speed, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, sweeping away like a moving storm.

This strike was extremely brutal and vicious, aimed directly at the vital organs of the human body.

If the opponent is even slightly careless and is suppressed by his aura, he will face a head-on strike!

"call......"

Standing still, Izumi Hasegawa gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her fingers taut, as if each knuckle contained boundless power.

"Flying Sword Style: Ultimate Technique - Heavenly Soaring Dragon Flash!"

Suddenly, he moved like a flying dragon entering a state of extreme speed, swift and fierce, and in the next instant, he drew his sword.

call out! !

The long sword sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

There was a loud 'bang'.

With unimaginable speed, Masao Busujima only had time to catch a blurry glimpse of a shadow before his wooden sword was knocked away.

The two figures passed each other, then stood back to back.

Hasegawa Izumi sheathed her sword, her movements still elegant and composed, standing there quietly as if nothing had ever happened.

"Clap."

However, the other wooden sword that fell from the sky to the ground clearly demonstrated the outcome of the battle.

For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is his life; when the sword leaves his hand, it means the loss of his life.

"Can you still show mercy? This is a complete defeat...!"

A look of dejection inevitably appeared on Masao Busujima's face. He then knelt down and pressed his hands to the ground.

It would be one thing to lose to those great sword masters, but to lose to a young man who's about the same age as my daughter...

Hanesegawa Izumi glanced back but didn't say anything to comfort her.

In situations like this, saying those kinds of things would actually have the opposite effect.

So he turned and walked towards the door, handing the wooden sword to Busujima-senpai as he approached her.

"Hasegawa-kun, to witness such swordsmanship, my life has been worthwhile... I truly hope that one day I can reach the same level as you. Of course, by then, you will surely have reached an even deeper level."

Saeko Busujima followed closely to the doorway before speaking.

His words were full of admiration and praise.

This is no exaggeration; after all, such incredible swordsmanship would move any swordsman.

"It will be achieved, and it shouldn't be too far off..."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled and said.

"Is that something to comfort someone? So you can joke too, huh?"

Saeko Busujima laughed at that remark.

In her opinion, given her own progress, it would take her at least ten years to reach that level, and that would only be because she obtained the "Thirteen Deadly Swords".

Hanase Izumi smiled without saying a word, too lazy to explain any further.

Many of the things he said were true, but unfortunately most people's perspectives are still not broad enough.

Perhaps he could reconsider his statements in the future.

After seeing Hasegawa off, Saeko Busujima returned to the courtyard and found her father still there, looking heartbroken.

She didn't interfere much. As a sword master, her father's mental cultivation was definitely much stronger than hers. He was just suffering a setback and would recover quickly.

on the way home.

"What should we eat tonight? Ah... Xiaojiu's juice is almost finished, let's prepare more."