Chapter 255 Shadow Warrior!
"Hmm? You saw me?"

Wang Yuanjing withdrew his Ghost Shadow Step and looked at the person who came with some surprise.

This technique, which came from Ding Zihuan, one of the twelfth-highest talents in Biyou Village, could not only increase the speed of the caster, but also erase his own presence.

When you perform it yourself.
Even if you are standing right in front of others, most people may not be able to detect your existence.

The Valkyrie Gunna also discovered her own existence by activating the runes related to insight.

And the Nathanwei in front of him discovered him as soon as he arrived.

"Sir, entering someone else's home without their permission is not in keeping with your country's reputation as a country of etiquette."

The newly appeared Nathanwei looks like a middle-aged man holding a knife.

He has an unruly appearance and dresses like a wandering swordsman in ancient Japan.

"It turns out to be you!"

Wang Yuanjing glanced at him and recognized him.

Mochizuki Satoru is one of the nine guards of Nathan.

A swordsman with superb swordsmanship, whose strikes are swift, accurate and deadly. He is the descendant of Mochizuki Rokuro, one of the ten warriors under the command of Sanada Yukimura, the last hero of the Warring States Period.

After Yukimura Sanada was killed in battle, the Mochizuki clan refused the warning and fled Japan to avoid the powerful people who wanted their loyalty.

"No wonder you were able to find me. It turns out you are the descendant of a shadow warrior."

Wang Yuanjing's eyes flashed.

Legend has it that Mochizuki Rokuro is the most mysterious of the Ten Warriors, with his true identity unknown, just like Yukimura's shadow.

Later, he served as a shadow warrior to attack Tokugawa Ieyasu's main camp, causing chaos in the Tokugawa army.

He can be said to be a master in the art of concealment.

The techniques that you practice only in your spare time are not up to standard.

"Your Excellency is too kind. With your accomplishments in this field, even I can't find fault with you."

Wang Yuewu stood solemnly.

"and you."

Wang Yuanjing asked with interest.

Could it be that I revealed some flaw?
"For I see not with my eyes, but with my heart."

Mochizuki Satoru shook his head.

"Heart?"

Wang Yuanjing seemed to be thinking about something.

Since ancient times, the saying "one eye and two feet" has been circulating in the kendo world.

This means that in kendo technique, the most important thing is to observe the opponent's movements with your eyes, and the second most important thing is the flexibility of your steps.

Kendo eye techniques require monitoring the entire body of the opponent.

Keep your eyes on your opponent's eyes, and use your peripheral vision to pay attention to his hands and feet. Avoid just looking at the tip of your opponent's knife and ignoring everything else.

In the special eye training of Kendo, there is also a method of "gazing at distant mountains", which is to use your eyes to look at a specific target in the distance, preferably a mountain several thousand meters away.

But now Mochizuki Satoru seemed to have proposed a new, more abstract concept.

"The eyes can deceive, but the heart cannot."

Mochizuki Satoru spoke briefly and to the point, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

He gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand and drew the sword out of the sheath. A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a clear sound of sword.

Judging from the maintenance of the sword, although this dragon among men is a bit unkempt, he cherishes his sword very much.

"Go ahead, sir."

Mochizuki Satoru's eyes shone slightly, and he lowered his center of gravity slightly, assuming a fighting stance.

The mind will not lie
It seems to be some kind of spiritual realm.

Wang Yuanjing came back to his senses, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

His understanding of weapons such as swords is still limited to the most basic swinging of the sword.

When I first debuted, I used a sashimi knife to cut off the soft bone spurs of Chen Chong (the successor of Mojin Rougu) and survived a crisis.

Later, as his cultivation level improved, there were fewer and fewer people who could pose a threat to him, so he never used these weapons again.

"Come on, let me see what a truly skilled swordsman looks like." Wang Yuanjing said solemnly.

“Skills can advance to the Tao, and art can reach the divine”

What can communicate with the gods is not the skill itself, but the spirituality that the user cultivates in the process.

Combined with the many legends about kendo, in his opinion, the existence of this person in front of him is more worthy of attention than Li Muxuan.

The evil boy might be stronger than this swordsman.

But that is based on excellent qualifications rather than human will.

"Don't dare take it!"

Mochizuki Satoru whispered, and his body appeared in front of Wang Yuanjing like a ghost, swinging his sword sideways, aiming directly at his opponent's forehead.

This speed!

Wang Yuanjing turned his body slightly and avoided the knife by a hair's breadth.

Even if you are a little slower, you might get a piece of your face peeled off.

Is this the slashing blow that swordsmen rely on?

The blade and the trajectory of the swing force are almost consistent, which minimizes the loss of power in the whole process.

Use the sharp blade to restrain the fragility of human body
This is the meaning of human use of weapons!
“Swish. Swish.”

On the green grass, two ghost-like figures moved around, and grass leaves flew wherever they passed.

One of the figures was always able to dodge the opponent's attack by a tiny distance.

“Solid basic skills.”

Wang Yuanjing was amazed in his heart.

After practicing for so many years, he knew how strong his talent was, a skill that many extraordinary people might have spent their entire lives cultivating.

As long as you get a little started, you can quickly achieve the same results.

But even he had to admit that some things, like basic sword swings, had their limits.

The other party must have put a lot of effort into it to achieve this. Even I can't do better in a short period of time.

the other side.

Mochizuki Satoru seemed to have endless energy.

He moved at a high frequency without any breaks for a long time, still maintaining a fierce offensive. Accompanied by bursts of cold light, he continued to approach Wang Yuanjing.

In just one minute.
The two have fought for no less than a hundred rounds, and the gap between them is obvious.

However, he still had no intention of being discouraged, and even his attention remained focused as always, as if the battle situation could not have any impact on him.

"You should have more powerful tricks."

Wang Yuanjing reached out and grasped his opponent's wrist, saying firmly.

At this moment, he was calm and collected, and the opponent's attack was like a breeze on his face.

On the other hand, Mochizuki Satoru had already seen tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was starting to become a little erratic.

“Your strength, speed, reaction, and endurance are not as good as mine. You won’t win if you continue like this.

"Let me see your power called heart."

Wang Yuanjing said expectantly.

If the cultivation levels of both parties were similar, the other party would definitely cause considerable trouble to himself.

However, after he cultivated the Samadhi True Fire and returned to the Void, even he himself did not know how strong he was.

Perhaps from an individual perspective, there are probably very few people in this world who can pose a threat to us.

"heart"

Mochizuki Satoru stopped what he was doing and was silent for a moment.

Then he nodded slowly.

Wang Yuanjing withdrew the hand that was holding his sword and took a few steps back.

A strange aura began to brew between the two.

(End of this chapter)