I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

How can this be! !

Little trick!

Chen Jiajun wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but in the end he didn't say it out loud.

The opponent's swordsmanship level is better than his own, and mocking him will only lead to more violent attacks. It is unknown whether he can hold on.

This is not in line with the established tactics.

As for this change in defense, his mastery of the sword art was not learned in vain. He naturally knew the tricks of the sword art and had already restrained some of his strength to guard against it.

After blocking it, he counterattacked with not much force, but as expected, it had no effect.

Then he immediately took two steps back to create distance. This attack was just to tell the opponent that he had the ability to counterattack, so that the master would also need to retain some strength to defend, and could not completely let go and attack like shooting at a target.

Quan Xiuxian's expression began to become serious: "Young people do have some strength. Now that the warm-up is over, let's officially begin."

This time, he held the sword above his head and moved forward with extremely small steps, leaving the middle door wide open, tempting the young man to make the first move.

Kendo is not only about footwork, but also about controlling distance.

I am still within a safe distance. As long as the opponent attacks, I am confident that I can dodge the attack sideways and knock him down.

He moved closer to the danger, but the young man in front of him was still holding the sword in a defensive posture, with no intention of attacking at all.

Then it would be the same if I attacked first, the wooden sword would chop down vertically from above my head with great force.

The opponent blocked the attack by holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other.

Quan Xiuxian pressed down the wooden sword in his hand, and when it was halfway pulled, he suddenly pulled it back and stabbed it.

Chen Jiajun reacted extremely quickly and uprighted the wooden sword to block the stab. Without any pause, he saw another horizontal slash coming towards him and continued to block it.

The force of this horizontal slash was so great that even his steps became a little disordered. He moved sideways several steps, and before he could steady himself, the sound of wind caused by the wooden sword came to his ears again.

bang bang...

The two wooden swords collided, making a continuous dull sound.

This wave of continuous attack and defense lasted about 2 minutes and ended when Chen Jiajun failed to block in time and was hit by a vertical attack on his right shoulder.

The two men separated slightly, adjusting their rapid breathing after the fierce battle.

This kind of concentrated battle is extremely physically demanding. If it is an ordinary person who does not exercise much, his physical strength will be exhausted after about 2 minutes of all-out fighting.

"well played!"

"Glassed Clown, do you realize how powerful I am? With your mediocre swordsmanship, you are no match for Master Quan."

"Master Quan is truly amazing."

Inside the dojo, the crowd who had been holding their breath burst into cheers.

"Actually, I think that boy's strength is not weak either."

"Well, he's quite capable and has a solid foundation."

Experts know the ins and outs of the matter, while a few people with good swordsmanship skills were vaguely surprised. They thought that the man with glasses must have the same level of swordsmanship training as an ordinary person for more than ten years.

At the duel venue, Quan Xiuxian's expression flashed with pride and composure. He enjoyed the admiration of the people around him, especially the group of rich and powerful elites. It was as if he had recalled the scene when he was young and defeated his opponent on the stage under the attention of everyone.

The opponent is of some level, but there is obviously a gap between them and us.

He gradually calmed his breathing and said in a calm tone: "If it was a real sword, you would have been injured."

"I know." Chen Jiajun pretended to be unwilling, "But it's not fatal. The battle is not over yet."

In everyone's eyes at this moment, Chen Jiajun seemed to be unwilling to accept the fact even though he knew that he was not strong enough.

"I've never seen anyone looking for trouble like this."

"Master Quan, teach him a lesson. Knock him down and see if he still screams."

After shouting a few words, the crowd gradually quieted down and continued to wait happily for the battle to begin.