I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 131 Memorial Photos
Pei Ju looked at the other person's camera, then at the smiling mother and daughter, and the gentle-looking father beside them.

When Pei Ju looked over, he raised his glass and said, "Would you like to have a drink together?"

His daughter immediately invited Pei Ju to join her. Pei Ju thought for a moment and did not refuse. After sitting down, the man poured wine for Pei Ju, and Pei Ju did not stop him. Although he did not drink much, he could still take a few sips.

"Young man, did you come alone?" the man asked.

Pei Ju sat there, leaning back in his chair, nodded, and did not speak.

The man smiled and said, "Young man, your demeanor clearly indicates you're no ordinary person. Are you traveling or somewhere else?"

"I'd call it a trip," Pei Ju said.

“Traveling? We are too. May I ask your name, young man?” the man asked.

"My surname is Dong." This time, Pei Ju did not give his real name.

"Oh, Mr. Dong, are you a model?" the man asked again.

“No,” Pei Ju replied.

The man sighed and said, "Someone like Mr. Dong would be world-famous if he became a model, and he would be a huge star if he entered the entertainment industry."

His wife and daughter beside him were nodding in agreement, especially his daughter, who said, "They'll definitely be more famous than those big stars."

Pei Ju smiled and said, "Because I excel in other areas."

"Oh," the man asked, somewhat surprised.

Pei Ju smiled and said, "I'll find out sometime. Thank you for the wine. Goodbye."

After saying that, Pei Ju got up and headed towards his room.

He returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and entered a meditative state, searching for that lingering sense of danger he had felt when the photo was taken.

For a fleeting moment, he felt as if he had been bitten by a mosquito. Although it was very slight, he could still feel it, but the feeling was only momentary and quickly dissipated.

He got up again and left the room.

This is a luxury cruise ship with many attractions, including a casino, karaoke, shows, a swimming pool, and more.

A bustling scene unfolds before my eyes, filled with girls dressed in their finest attire.

Pei Ju wandered around, looking at others, and others looked at him.

He's never played any of those games, but he doesn't want to.

He hadn't tried many different kinds of food, nor did he particularly want to.

Although the room he stayed in and the ticket he booked meant that everything inside was free, and he could even exchange his winnings for cash directly upon entering the casino, he still didn't intend to gamble.

However, he saw a sword dueling arena here.

He found a seat and waved for the waiter to bring fruit and tea.

Pei Ju sat there watching the two people on the stage.

The swords in the hands of these two men were specially made round-tipped rapiers. Although they would hurt when they were stabbed, they would not cause serious injury.

They were all wearing protective gear on their heads.

It's clear they're using rapier rules; blocking is allowed, but points must be scored with a thrust. Both men are very tall with long legs; one is wearing a white suit, and the other is in black.

This type of fighting, which focuses on thrusting, requires a great deal of attention to distance control, so you must be very agile on your feet and have a good rhythm between advancing and retreating.

Even if you can't block someone's attack, you should be able to retreat, but you can't retreat too much. If you retreat too much, you'll run out of space or be unable to catch up when you attack again.

He watched for a while and found that the two were evenly matched. One of them had a nimble wrist and swayed his body like a willow catkin. Even though his feet were not as agile, he was still able to parry or deflect the other's thrusts.

The other one moves with concise movements, striking and retreating with incredible speed, always managing to back away when the opponent strikes, and also possessing the ability to counterattack head-on.

Therefore, their sword styles were completely different, making it difficult to determine a winner for the time being. Pei Ju couldn't say who would win either, because in the end, it all came down to the two of them.

The audience below was very quiet; the only sounds were the clash of swords and the screech of their footsteps on the ground.

About a minute later, each of them was struck by a sword.

After the round ended, the two people on stage stepped back and rested in their seats on either side.

At that moment, a waiter came over and asked, "Sir, would you like to place a bet?"

Pei Ju wanted to say no, but he held back and said, "I know nothing about swordsmanship. Can you tell me which of the two of them has a higher probability of winning?"

The young waiter smiled and said, "Sir, I don't know either."

"Don't you have any inside information?" Pei Ju asked again.

The waiter still smiled and said, "Sir, I have no inside information. This is a fair and just business competition. Here are their files; you can take a look."

After placing the two information cards on Pei Ju's desk, the waiter left.

Pei Ju took out one of the information cards and looked at it. It said...

"Zeng Fei, 24 years old, male, 1.86 meters tall, graduated from the Shangjing Sword Academy of the Longxiang Republic, a third-level professional swordsman, currently a junior instructor at the Lanting Sword Academy. His swordsmanship is characterized by simplicity and speed, agile footwork, good rhythm of advance and retreat, and he excels at preemptive attacks. When he attacks, it is like a storm, and when he retreats, he quickly creates distance."

He matched the person's information card with the one in the black racing suit, and the information written on it was almost identical to what he had deduced.

However, Pei Ju knew that obtaining a Level 3 Professional Swordsman certificate did not necessarily make one a Level 3 Professional Swordsman.

Then he picked up another information card, which read:

"Gu Lu, 22 years old, female, 1.78 meters tall, a disciple of Bashan Sword School, a level 3 professional swordsman, currently traveling and studying in various places. Her swordsmanship is lingering and complex, turning and twisting within a small space, with a hidden needle hidden in the softness of her swordsmanship."

She was clearly the one wearing the white competition outfit.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman he had taken a photo with on the deck earlier enter.

However, she only glanced in this direction and saw Pei Ju at a glance, but did not come over; instead, she smiled.

Then she took her camera and went back to her room.

She wore a girlish smile the whole way, her face beaming with joy, but when she returned to her room, the smile vanished, replaced by seriousness.

She closed the doors and windows, took out the photo from the camera—it was a photo of Pei Ju—framed the photo, wrapped the frame with a white cloth, and then placed it on a shelf.

Then he took out an incense burner and lit the incense.

This was actually to offer incense to Pei Ju, to worship him as if he were a dead man.

(End of this chapter)