Grim Reaper: Self-discipline Captain of Seireitei

Chapter 50
The sound of beating bamboo knives like a rainstorm echoed continuously in the dojo.

Seinosuke Yamada and the others stared at the internal scene dumbfounded. They subconsciously substituted themselves into it, only feeling their scalps tingling and trembling.

At the very beginning, Sufeng and Uzhihualie's exchange of swordsmanship was still within their acceptable range.

The extremely swift and violent slash was only somewhat blurred.

But as time passed, the speed and strength of the two became more and more outrageous, and the intricate trajectories of the bamboo knives became lines one after another, outlining hazy light and shadow.

Even the "cracking" sound of the bamboo knife hitting was connected together, describing the impact of sound waves visible to the naked eye, shrouding the dojo.

While moving around, the strong wind raged, destroying the wooden floor in the dojo.

In just a short moment, the aftermath of the bamboo knife's slashing left the dojo in dire straits, with hideous knife marks strewn all over the floor.

"Huh... this, isn't this a bit too exaggerated..."

"I know that there is a big gap between myself and the captain, but is the gap too much?"

"Whether it's the captain or this Sufeng captain, the level of swordsmanship of the two is undoubtedly standing at the top of the soul world."

Seinosuke Yamada felt his eyes swell, and he focused on the figure in the dojo, trying to keep up with the rhythm of the two.

But the fierce momentum and the attack that was so fast that he couldn't catch it made his eyes even more overwhelmed.

Until it is bloodshot and dry.

He shook his head and didn't try any more. The gap in strength was too big, and he would only harm himself by forcing himself to keep up.

Yamada Seinosuke still has this self-knowledge.

A scene of evenly matched strength appeared in the field, with two fuzzy figures constantly interlacing their directions, and between the strikes of bamboo knives, the clear and crisp sound reverberated like a symphony.

However, only Su Feng himself knows that he has been fully suppressed by Uzhi Hualie now, and has even fallen into the opponent's rhythm.

There is still a considerable gap between the tenth stage and the tenth stage.

The tenth stage of Sufeng is because his level just meets the standard.

But Uo no Hana Lie's [-]-dan kendo is because the highest kendo standard in the soul world is only [-]-dan.

From Su Feng's point of view, the so-called self-proclaimed mastery of all schools in the world is really not an exaggeration.

Even slightly restrained.

Reaching the realm of Unozhihualie, creating ten or hundreds of genres is as simple and smooth as drinking water.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, there was absolutely no repetition in the way of the sword she used.

Moreover, the various moves are smooth and harmonious, completely natural, as perfect as the sky, without any flaws.

As the battle progressed, Su Feng's nerves became more and more tense, and with all his concentration, his eyes seemed to be filled with the lingering breath of wind.

He tried to break the rhythm of Uno Hanaretsu, so as to grasp the direction of the battle.

But even if he used his self-created kendo style, the opponent was still unmoved by it, and even responded with many different styles of moves in an instant.

The angle and strength of his swing are almost unheard of.

If nothing else, it should also be the genre created by Unohanaretsu.

As for whether it is what he thinks in his daily life, or he created his own moves during the battle, it is not known.

As time passed, Uzhihualie seemed to have sensed Sufeng's embarrassment, and the bamboo knife in his hand deliberately slowed down a bit.

Su Feng only felt the pressure relax, and the arm that swung the knife couldn't help but feel a little lighter.

The rhythm returned to between the two again.

The bamboo knife is gentle and heavy, drawing a beautiful picture scroll.

Su Feng is like a sponge, trying his best to absorb Uo no Hana Lie's knowledge of kendo, and then temper it into his own in the battle.

Under the circumstances of Unozhihualiu's deliberate actions, his kendo level continued to improve by leaps and bounds.

Kendo is one of the four basic fighting techniques of Shinigami.

Even if it's just a small improvement, it's enough to reflect on one's own strength.

At a time when it is becoming more and more difficult to improve his strength, even a slight change is enough to surprise Su Feng.

After realizing this, he looked at Unohana Retsu with a fiery look in his eyes.

Enthusiasm without personal emotion is just the absolute purity of kendo.

The eyes of the two looked at each other in mid-air, and there seemed to be a burning smell in the air.

Unozhihualie was pleasantly surprised to find that Captain Sufeng seemed to be moving closer to him, gradually becoming a character just like him.

Is there sympathy among swordsmen?
Or is it the desire to fight?
Or...

Uo no Hana Lie doesn't mind adding another strong man to Soul Soul Realm.

in contrast.

She desperately longs for the appearance of a strong man so that she can enjoy the fun of fighting to the fullest.

no doubt.

The appearance of Su Feng filled the emptiness deep in Uzhi Hualie's heart.

She seemed to see a piece of high-quality jade in the rough, which could become a rare treasure with just a little bit of carving.

The corners of the mouth were raised even more, and the uncontrollable joy merged into the slashing.

With the improvement of Feng Su Feng's level of swordsmanship, his moves have been integrated into his personal style, violent and violent like a storm.

In the dojo, it seems that a raging hurricane has been set off, constantly destroying the overwhelmed floor and walls.

Uozhihualie is also immersed in it, his moves are high-spirited and swift, and at the same time, he gradually begins to suppress Sufeng, instinctively bringing it into his own fighting rhythm.

Click!

A dull cracking sound resounded in the dojo, countless bamboo fibers exploded in it, and the debris all over the sky fell like rain, soaking into the dilapidated floor.

The art-like exchange of kendo is over.

The bamboo knives of the two exploded almost simultaneously, scattering debris all over the place.

The difference is that the bamboo knife in Uozhihualie's hand is half longer, and the broom-like section falls on Sufeng's neck.

The undisguised killing intent shrouded Su Feng, and the bone-eating cold pierced through every pore, reaching the depths of the viscera.

Obviously.

In this hearty kendo fight, Uzhi Huaretsu could no longer suppress his own nature.

After a brief silence, she put down the bamboo knife in her hand, and her gentle and amiable temperament returned to her body again.

"Satisfying exchange of kendo."

A familiar smile reappeared on Unohana's face, paired with that pure white kendo uniform, people can't help but think of a pure white orchid.

"no doubt."

"Captain Sufeng's swordsmanship level has completely stood at the top of the soul world."

Having said that, she sighed for a long time, and said slowly like a sage:
"However, there is still a long way to go to truly master the way of the sword."

"If Captain Sufeng doesn't mind..."

Uno Hanalie smiled softly: "Please come to the fourth team to communicate more!"

(End of this chapter)