I Am In Marvel

"Recently, the sword hall is not open to the outside world, please don't approach it randomly!"

"Who? Is there an invitation for invitation?"

Just as Kyle approached the magnificent main entrance of the Swordsmanship Hall, his black suit was particularly conspicuous. The two young men in white kimonos and wooden swords standing at the door stepped forward, reaching out to intercept them with vigilance.

"Tell your museum owner." Kyle smiled faintly, and walked up the steps without stopping, and said calmly: "Just say. Mei Di Kyle, come to challenge."

Meidi Kyle?

The two young people took a breath and looked at each other, their faces were full of horror.

After all, it was only one night, making the entire Tokyo as if a magnitude ten earthquake occurred, causing panic across the country as a man who was said to be a'devil'.

The emperor of Nissan publicly condemned his crime last night at the mansion. Countless armed soldiers were conducting a full search in the Tokyo city. As a result, such an uninvited guest came to their swordsmanship hall?

Kyle kept a calm pace. Every time he took a step forward, the two gatekeeper youths took a few steps back. When he walked to the main entrance, the gatekeeper rushed into the gym in a panic, shouting as he walked:

"It's Kyle of American Emperor! He is here!"

"The demon who destroyed the air base and threatened the Emperor last night has come to us!"

"Come on!"

However, in a short while, dozens of young youths dressed as swordsman disciples in the gymnasium, with sharp swords in their hands, kicked out clogs.

But when they rushed to within three meters of Kyle, they collectively stopped. Their faces were dignified and vigilant not daring to approach forward, and they kept a safe distance while facing with their swords.

Kyle didn't even look at them, and walked in indifferently and calmly, just like this, moving among the crowd of swordsmen, and quickly stepped into the main hall of the main hall.

More and more swordsmanship disciples surrounded him, rising from dozens to hundreds of people. Kyle was surrounded by inside and outside, but everyone followed and moved without doing anything.

Fortunately, the gymnasium hall is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people to study swordsmanship at the same time. The wooden floor is as clean as new, and the inner walls are equipped with shelves for practicing wooden swords. The center is a huge plaque written in ink.

'Shinto no-mind genre'

As one of the cornerstones of Bushido, Shinto Wunianyu, who masters high-end swordsmanship, ranks in the top ten among the kendo genres passed down by Nissan. Although it is not the strongest in the industry, it has the largest number of disciples. The authority of the kendo genre.

Nowadays, during the war, all the inner disciples in the gymnasium are still hundreds of people!

"Get out of the way and let the challenging guests in."

Surrounded by a bunch of people, Kyle walked into the hall of the gymnasium. He hadn't looked at the inner situation carefully, and an old and full of breath came from the hall.

Hundreds of swordsmanship disciples dressed in uniform white kimonos heard the words and quietly spread out respectfully, giving way to ample space.

At this time, Kyle finally saw the inner scene clearly. An old man in a kendo suit was sitting in the middle of the floor of the main hall, and a beautiful woman in a kimono was kneeling on the side.

"Are you the master of the Swordsmanship Hall of the Shinto Unintentional School?" Kyle lowered his head and looked down, revealing an expression of disappointment, which made the faces of hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him sullen.

This intruder is really rampant!No one in Nissang Tokyo knows the "Old Sword", old and not declining, the master of swordsmanship, even ten adult youths, will be easily brought down by him with a wooden sword.

"The guests came from afar, really to challenge?" Old Jian didn't have the slightest anger, and asked softly, like a master cultivator.

"It's very simple. Today, I want to erase the name of your Shinto no-mind school. Of course, you are only the first. Nissan Tokyo has more than forty kendo schools that represent Bushido.

"The guest's killing breath is very heavy, and the tone is not small." Old Jian waved his hand. The woman beside him understood what he meant. She stood up gracefully and took off a sword from the shelf under the plaque. The sheathed sword was sent to his side.

Kyle also didn't stop him, he wanted to see that Risang admired the level of swordsmanship passed down.

The old swordsman Shi Shiran got up, the sharp sword was out of its sheath, shimmering, and pointed towards Kyle, "You are an outsider who invaded our country, and a challenger to the gymnasium. First you threatened His Majesty the Emperor, and now you want to destroy hundreds of inheritances. Since the genre of swordsmanship in 2015, don’t even think about leaving here!"

Without hearing the threat, Kyle scanned the hundreds of swordsmanship disciples around him and suggested, "Why don't you go together?"

Old Jian was stagnant, and he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, his slender and deep eyes with cold light, "You look down on me?!"

Kyle shook his head and explained: "I don't just underestimate you, I underestimate everyone present."

As soon as these words came out, hundreds of swordsmanship disciples in the hall almost rushed past with their swords in anger. The reason for not rushing out was because the old sword couldn't help but shot!

I saw Jianlao kicking and sprinting forward, only faster or slower than the healthy young man. When he approached the distance of three meters in front of Kyle, he kicked and jumped up.

Others were in the air, raising their hands back, and violently slashing the sword down. The sharp blade drew a semicircular arc to cut Kyle in half from the top of his head!

The speed of Jian Lao was too fast, and the smooth movement of swinging the sword was even more clean, so that all the disciples in the hall exclaimed in excitement, and the kimono woman also smiled.

Indeed.Kyle remained motionless, as if he was frightened by the swordsman's explosive attack by the old swordsman. He didn't mean to avoid the sword.

When the swordsmanship disciples looked at it, they could almost imagine the bloody scene in which the opponent's body was symmetrically divided into two halves, with blood from the internal organs spilling on the ground.

Under the gaze of everyone's expectation, Old Sword Master Taidao Chopped with a cold afterimage. At the moment when he was about to touch his body, Kyle's right hand was raised and stretched out like lightning, his thumb and index finger held the tip of the sword...

The sword fell on the right palm protected by the vibrating armguard and the venom leather jacket, and there was no sound. The sharp chopping was even a second, and then he stopped inexplicably.

Empty-handed?No, this is a scene of weird power surpassing thousands of techniques.

The swordsmanship disciples were dumbfounded, and the silent needle drop in the hall of the gymnasium was audible.

What was even more shocking was the old swordsman at this time.He looked at the right hand that was holding his Taitou in disbelief, and clenched the hilt of the sword in shame and fear.

"You, how did you do it?" Old Jian let go of the sword in horror. You know, he has practiced high-speed slashing for decades, but even the big tree can be easily cut!

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Kyle said indifferently in Japanese. He already knew the distance. The so-called Sword Master only had a rare green ability card of [True Shinto Sword Mastery].

And during the three seconds of speaking, he had already drawn the card from the old man in his hand.

"It's my turn." Kyle whispered, and struck his left fist forward, with the hunting wind pressure from the fist, falling swiftly on Jian Lao's slightly thin body.

Human boxing twelve times!

'Boom!'

As if hit by a high-speed car, Jianlao'flew' out like a kite dropping off the line, and his body rolled across the hall and crossed a parabola, hitting heavily on the genre plaque ten meters away.