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

"Go on." Quan Xiuxian gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and strode forward. His attacking style was still to win steadily.

The two wooden swords clashed again and again, and the dull sounds of the constant collisions made everyone in the dojo very excited.

The confrontation lasted about 2 minutes. The young man's forearm was cut by Master Quan's wooden sword. After a strong collision, the two wooden swords were separated again.

Inside the dojo, there was thunderous applause and cheers.

"Pity."

Several men wearing Heshan training uniforms felt a little regretful. They saw that Master Quan seized the opportunity and stabbed the boy with glasses' wrist with his sword, trying to knock his wooden sword away. Unfortunately, the opponent saved the day at the cost of his arm being cut.

"What about this time?" Quan Xiuxian's heart kept rising and falling with his breathing.

"It's just a minor injury." Chen Jiajun calmed his breathing. Even if it was a real sword, it would at most cut off a piece of skin on the outer layer of his forearm, which was not worth mentioning.

Without giving Master Quan any more chance to talk nonsense, he slowly moved over, moved to the attack distance, and directly slashed.

His tactic is to win by physical strength!

After all, Master Quan is already over 40 years old, and he is nearly 20 years younger, so his physical advantage is obvious.

Now, after two waves of fighting, most of the physical strength has been consumed, which means that the strength, speed, and reaction of both sides are declining, and even the sword movements are deformed.

Although Master Quan's swordsmanship skills are better than his own, at present, his swordsmanship level is only about T1, which is not an insurmountable gap.

Now his physical strength has declined even more, his swordsmanship has also weakened even more, and his strength has become the same or even reversed.

bang...

Feeling the powerful force of the wooden sword's impact and rebound, Quan Xiuxian's face changed slightly. He never expected that the young man in front of him would dare to take the initiative to counterattack.

Before he could even adjust his breathing, the oppressive attack of the wooden sword came again. It was obvious that the opponent did not intend to give him a chance to adjust and rest.

Quan Xiuxian could only fight tiredly, defending himself while actively looking for opportunities to attack, but unfortunately, all his attacks were blocked by his opponent. After several rounds of attack and defense, he was already a little short of breath and exhausted.

In the eyes of everyone in the dojo, even though there was no pause in the clash of wooden swords, the two men's footsteps and figures were constantly moving, and their physical strength was constantly being consumed and lost.

At this time, they also realized that this battle should be the one that determines the winner.

What is incredible is that Master Quan in the field seems to be suppressed and beaten by the rampant guy most of the time.

This made many people feel anxious!

Of course, most people think that Master Quan is just showing weakness to the enemy and is playing the cat teasing the mouse.

There is no way that a sword master who is famous in the capital can be defeated by a young man.

Inside the venue, Chen Jiajun was not in a hurry and also adopted a steady approach to win, as time was not on his side.

After all, actual kendo combat is different from sports swordplay. In sports swordplay, both sides are fully armored, wrapped like turtle shells.

Because they don't need to worry about their own safety, they can naturally go all out every time they attack, just to stab the opponent and score points.

In actual combat, except for some crazy people or extreme schools, most people must leave room for defense and be extremely cautious, after all, you only have one life.

Try first, then increase the intensity, and risk your life as a last resort.

The wooden swords collided with each other, and Quan Xiuxian staggered, but a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

This was a flaw he deliberately exposed. As long as the opponent attacked frantically, he would be confident enough to counterattack.

And this young man, seeing the opportunity to defeat himself, would definitely...

In sight, the young man swung another slash slowly, still maintaining a safe distance.

hateful! !

Quan Xiuxian's plan went wrong and he felt annoyed. His arms were numb from the huge energy consumption. After blocking the attack, he took a few steps back.