"Misaku, wake up."
An old voice sounded in Mizusa Sahara's ears, and at the same time something cool touched his face.
He tried his best to open his eyes, and immediately saw the familiar ceiling of the dojo, as well as the wrinkled, condescending face of his master.
"Master," Meizuo looked up at the master and asked doubtfully, "Did I fall asleep?"
"No." The master shook his head, "You fainted. ."
On hearing this, Meisaku realized that he was lying on the ground in his dojo training clothes, and his whole body, including the floor beneath him, had been covered by his body. Soaked in sweat.
However, even in this state, his right hand still did not let go of the training spear.
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At this time, the master used the bamboo sword that had just touched Meizuo's cheek to knock Meizuo on the shoulder.
"Uh" Meizu's already very sore body was hit like this, and an electric shock-like pain suddenly spread from his shoulder. The pain made him grimace and his whole body was trembling. .
"It seems that you are fine." However, Master looked relieved when he saw Meisaku's reaction. "Next time, don't practice alone here all night. No one will be around when you faint. There is a certain danger if you say so."
But when Meizuo heard this, he was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly turned his head and looked at the man who was holding the gun and had frozen. He raised his right hand and said, "Master, am I really as mediocre in martial arts as you said?"
"Ah" the master replied in a deep voice, "Of course I am, your qualifications are compared to Those children from peasant families are two or three times lower than those from other samurai families." When he said this, he paused and then said, "Even if you do it every night. After training even harder like this, I am still a weakling who can only barely follow everyone. Isn’t this the best evidence?"
The answer itself is cruel, but what is even more cruel is the fact that Master A calm, honest tone.
"Then why don't you just get rid of this useless piece of trash like me?" When Meizuo asked this, there were already a few tears pouring from the corners of his eyes along with the sweat on his face. And down.
"Whether you leave or not is not decided by Master." Master's tone still sounded so cold, "Only when you want to give up, is the time for you to leave," he said, Slowly turned around, pulled the haori draped over his nightgown, and coughed lightly, "A teacher is to preach, teach, and resolve doubts. As long as the apprentice wants to work hard for a day, the teacher will teach you responsibly. , that’s all.”
“Master” Meizuo regained some strength at this time. He turned over and sat up, kneeling there and looking at Master’s back, and shouted, “I will definitely become enough to protect you. Even if a master of Sawara is a mediocre person like me, I will never flinch even if he has to work ten or a hundred times harder than others."
Master paused, turned his head and glanced back at Meizuo, "Master, I believe you can do it. After all, there may not be any fool who works harder than you in this world."
< p>A very clear childhood memory flashed before my eyes.But in reality this is only a moment.
This may be the revolving lantern that people see before they die.
"Master is really stupid. There is a fool like this here." Misaku Sahara slowly turned her head and glanced at the gun head that was deeply pierced into her left collarbone. After leaving these last words with a wry smile, he took his last breath.
A few seconds ago, when he shot at Keijiro who was charging towards him, he never thought that he would be defeated in such a way.
Meizaku originally thought that with his ability to wield a gun and his armor, he would be able to deal with such a reckless man who rushed forward with bare hands, just like picking something out of a bag.
Unexpectedly, Keijiro, who was extremely familiar with the weapon Zhu Qian, seemed to be able to sense the path of the weapon in advance at the moment of the confrontation between the two sides, and used a suicidal move that was considered common sense. The movements forcefully close the body, and the three points of the wrist, elbow, and armpit are used to rotate to relieve the force, and the beautiful and confident spear style is transformed into the body with bare hands.
The second after the transformation, Keijiro used his right arm to grab the gun while grabbing the back of Meisaku's head with his left hand, and then followed the opponent's forehead to forehead. Hard frontal head hammer.
This kind of gangster fighting style is quite unfamiliar to a military commander like Mimasaku who comes from an orthodox dojo and mainly has battlefield experience, which makes him suffer a big loss.
The next second, in a burst of surprise and dizziness, Meisaku, who had not yet recovered, was pulled down by Keijiro with his left hand and tilted his head.
Then Keijiro picked up the newly recaptured Vermillion Spear with his right hand, held the spear half an inch behind the head, and thrust the head of the spear into Mimasaku's exposed shoulder and neck like a dagger. junction.
All this happened in four seconds. Even Huang Donglai, who was watching from the sidelines, could not find any room to intervene, and the battle was over.
Keijiro immediately calmed down after killing his opponent. After he drew his gun and fought back, he almost instinctively supported Mimasaku Sahara's body, first letting him kneel down slowly, and then lying on his side. Falling to the ground was his last show of respect for his opponent.
"Hey Qingjiro" At this time, Huang Donglai ran out from behind the big tree in the distance and shouted, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah" Qing Jiro was stunned when he heard the sound, and his nerves that had just relaxed became tense again.
He immediately followed the sound, and after seeing that the person coming was Huang Donglai, he lowered his guard again.
"It turns out to be Brother Huang." Keijiro breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then suddenly knelt down on one knee, covering his right rib, with a look of pain on his face.
Blood also penetrated the right half of his clothes at this moment.
Huang Donglai was not surprised by this, becauseHe had just seen clearly from the side that although Keijiro's magic move looked very extreme and wonderful, it was actually not perfect.
A real master will have a better way to deal with this move, and the result will still be winning without getting hurt.
Keijiro's method seems to be to defeat the enemy with one move, crisp and clear, as if he has the potential to crush the enemy, but in fact his strength is not much higher than Sahara Misaku.
He was able to win mainly by his courage to sacrifice himself and his surprising response. Behind these two things, there is also the support of "talent".
As Sahara Misaku’s master said, Misaku’s martial arts talent is mediocre, so even though he relied on unremitting efforts to become the number one master of Sahara in a certain period, he would not be able to face a highly talented person like Keijiro. When facing an opponent, in some extreme situations of offensive and defensive changes, he could not beat the opponent's sudden operation by relying only on muscle memory and reaction.
Of course, Keijiro’s physical strength is not much different from Sahara Misaku’s, so his injuries are not too minor.
Fortunately, Huang Donglai, a person with medical capabilities, was nearby, which was a big help.
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