Absolute Speed ​​of a Certain Anime

There was a bustle around the arena. Spectators and vendors gathered at various intersections, discussing the game enthusiastically, making the surrounding roads crowded.

In front of this noisy crowd, a silver-haired woman walked towards them.

Her beautiful face is like an exquisite doll, and her long silver hair makes her as bright as a goddess under the moon. Although she is only wearing casual clothes of a T-shirt and trousers, she still has a sense of holiness that cannot be desecrated.

She looked at the crowd from afar, her figure swimming among them like a fish.

No one saw her or noticed her.

It was as if she didn't exist in the world before her.

In just a moment, she nimbly walked past the crowded crowd and into the arena.

No ticket money was paid.

Inside the venue.

"Well done, you are indeed my lovely disciple!"

A white-haired old man suddenly jumped out from the auditorium where Pojun Academy was located.

"You scared me! Could you please stop being so scary, old man?"

Rabbit Maru Renlian was so scared that she almost jumped up.

"Master? When did you come?"

Dongtang Daohua was very surprised.

The old man was wearing a loose soap-colored kimono and holding a cane. He looked to be in his eighties or nineties, but he was full of energy. He was none other than the legend of the knight world, the fighting god Nango Torajiro.

"The old man's words came at the beginning."

Xijing Ningyin curled her lips.

"Junior brother seems to have discovered it too."

And he discovered it faster than her, which made her a little unhappy.

"Daohana-chan did a great job. You must have worked hard this year to be able to defeat that gun guy."

Nango Torajiro said with a smile.

"Junior brother also helped me a lot."

Dongtang Daohua scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

If her junior brother hadn't helped her with temporary training, she might not have been able to defeat Yudai Moroboshi.

"The little guy has grown up and knows how to help others."

Upon hearing this, Nango Torajiro sighed deeply.

In the past fourteen years, he had been helped by others, especially him, who had been running around for him for more than ten years and using all kinds of connections. Until now, the little guy had finally grown into a towering tree that provided shelter from the clouds and rain.

"However, we can only see now how far we have grown."

Nango Torajiro muttered to himself.

A week ago, he had a fight with Bi Yi and successfully learned Bi Yi's swordsmanship, which was a swordsmanship beyond human limits that even he could not learn.

He was quite curious about what level he had evolved to after a week.

"Oh my, it seems that I'm not the only one who cares about the outcome of this battle!"

Nango Torajiro suddenly let out a light exclamation.

He cast a meaningful look in the direction of the arena entrance.

"Ok?"

Xijing Ningyin followed his gaze.

Then the whole person shuddered.

The figure of the silver-haired woman suddenly caught her eye.

"That woman...! Why is she here too?"

Xijing Ningyin suddenly felt uneasy, as if there were needles pricking her butt.

Just looking at that woman made her feel uneasy and she had the urge to run away!

"Didn't I say it? I care about the little brat!"

Nango Torajiro gave a mischievous smile.

"Oh, it would be great if I could turn Xiao Ai into my apprentice's wife!"

"Old man, did you come here on purpose to cause trouble for me?"

Xijing Ningyin's eyes twitched and he shouted loudly.

"Apprentice's wife? Who?"

Dongtang Daohua was startled and suddenly became very nervous.

Is there anyone more suitable candidate for his apprentice's wife in the master's eyes?

She looked around quickly, but couldn't find the so-called more suitable candidate.

"Don't be nervous, you can come together! The little guy will definitely be happy to do it!"

Torajiro Nango covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

"Disrespecting the elderly!"

Xijing Ningyin gave him a fierce look.

"Ah ha ha……"

Dongtang Daohua could only smile.

My junior brother is such a simple person, there is no way he would accept such advice.

...No way?

what happened?

Why does she have no idea at all?

Guideyuan Bianfang glanced at a few people quietly.

I wanted to say something, but swallowed my words.

the other side.

The silver-haired woman stood in front of the railing.

She was clearly standing there, but no one around her noticed her, and they were still venting their passion on the field.

"Let me see how far you can evolve."

The woman thought so in her heart.

…………

The battle circle is paved with white stone bricks made of special materials. They are incredibly hard and can even withstand artillery bombardment.

In this battle circle of only a hundred meters, with the host’s passionate introduction.

Jiang Li walked in slowly.

Opposite him, the figure of a man with long black hair and loose clothes was clearly visible, and the slender wild sword in his hand reflected a light cold light.

"To be able to survive Biyi's sword is worthy of praise."

Kurogane Ouma held the wild sword that he always carried with him in his arms, his expression cold.

"But don't think that's just because of your strength. That woman is naturally soft-hearted. As long as they don't offend her, anyone can survive her hands... She'll even take the initiative to save a stranger, just because they're a child."

He closed his eyes, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

"Perhaps you are right."

Jiang Li pondered for a moment and agreed with Black Iron King Horse's opinion.

That woman, one can indeed see a kind side in her sword.

"However, it is not up to you to make a final conclusion about my strength."

"Humph, still being stubborn."

Kurogane Ouma seemed amused.

"Then let me teach you a lesson and make you understand that your strength is nothing compared to a truly powerful person!"

"Appreciate further details."

Jiang Li also laughed.

The look was like looking at a frog in a well.

"Both sides, unfold your spiritual gear!"

Shinguji Kurono's voice came.

Jiang Li silently stretched out his hand, and the silver-white sword, which was shining with a beautiful luster like rippling waves, appeared in his hand from shallow to deep.

Shinguji Kurono looked extremely serious.

These two were the most outstanding swordsmen of the contemporary era. A single carelessness could lead to tragedy, so she had to be extremely vigilant!

She glanced at the two people on the field and saw that they were both ready.

“——Let’s go ahead (the game begins)!”

The moment the hand waved, the big screen suddenly turned bright red.

The big words "the start of the game" burst into the audience's sight with great impact, and everyone's enthusiasm was ignited in an instant!

"Hey!"

The moment the battle started, Kurogane Ouma drew his nodachi.

He swung the knife and chopped it out.

In the blink of an eye, the atmosphere was torn apart, and a vacuum crack suddenly appeared in the air!

"Wind Blade!"

The huge atmospheric blade pressed towards the opposite side from the front.

"Amazing! The moment the match began, the Fierce Wind Sword Emperor launched a fierce attack! He cut through the air, forming a wind blade. What a swift move! His speed is comparable to Toudou Touka's Raikiri. Is it a supersonic strike? It's terrifying!"

There were exclamations from the commentary booth.

Chapter 698: That’s it?

2023-06-01

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

The first strike of the Black Iron Ouma was so powerful that it was almost as powerful as Raikiri!

"This is his full strength!"

In the stands, Dongtang Daohua looked horrified.

The first attack at the beginning was most likely just a normal attack, but its power was comparable to her ultimate move, Raikiri?

Is the true strength of this guy, Fierce Wind Sword Emperor, so terrifying?

Dongtang Daohua subconsciously grabbed the railing, and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Even though she was full of confidence in her junior brother, she couldn't help but feel worried at this moment.

"Don't worry, the little one is safe."

Nango Torajiro's voice sounded from the side.

The white-haired old man had a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

In the field.