I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 192 Fake goods are no match for the real ones!
"So strong!" Off the court, Souji Okita blurted out uncontrollably.

Then he fell into deep thought.

What a scary monster
Can I win?

Outside the arena, Souji Okita tightly grasped the hilt of the bamboo sword in his hand and stared at Sousuke in the field without saying a word.

Was it possible for me to block or dodge Tsukahara's double slash just now?

Is it possible for me to crack Sousuke's jumping spinning slash and the incomprehensible low-body counterattack technique at the end?
"Okita, you may not be able to win this flag."

Tetsujian beside him looked excitedly at Atobe Sousuke on the field, and said directly to Okita beside him without any scruples: "That man, it's only appropriate for me to fight."

Okita Souji glanced at Tie Jian speechlessly: "Tie Jian, I will fight him soon. Can you please stop saying such depressing words?"

Tie Jian shrugged: "If you can't beat me, you just can't beat me. Unless you have some new trump cards, there is a high probability that you will lose."

On the field, Tsukahara Soichiro had already struggled to get up, and then walked quickly to Sosuke: "You are so strong. I originally thought that Okita Souji was the biggest surprise in this Yulong Banner, but I didn't expect that there would be another one." You monster"

Then his teammates came on stage one after another, and were easily solved by Zongsuke one by one, which became a stepping stone for him to dare to fight for rewards.

Everyone was running around in a mess, some getting water for Sousuke, some getting him towels, and some helping him remove his protective gear to dissipate heat.

Tsukahara Soichiro couldn't help but stretch his gauntleted hand to the back of his head and scratch it, and said awkwardly: "Stop praising the winner. It will only make me feel embarrassed if the winner praises the loser."

Because Group A competes first, and Group B starts after Group A finishes competing, this will inevitably result in the winner of Group A getting more rest than Group B.

Tsukahara Soichiro blushed under Sosuke's continuous compliments and quickly turned around and left.

After saying that, she looked at Zongsuke quietly with strange eyes.

Zongsuke casually carried the bamboo sword on his shoulder and smiled: "You are not bad either. The last two consecutive cuts were quite amazing."

With the experience of Golden Eagle Flag, Zongsuke did not try to resist pretentiously this time, but calmly enjoyed everyone's services.

Therefore, to be fair, Hefeng High School, which had just finished the game, had a fifteen-minute break.

Gokata Motoko said calmly from the side: "The minister of Tianguang Temple has a fiancée, and she is a very beautiful woman."

Amid waves of cheers from the audience, Hefeng High School entered the finals under the madness of Sosuke alone.

Under that excited look, his bald head seemed to be shining a little.

"Wow, Minister, are you still engaged?" Zongsuke looked at the other party's bald head, "There are people who want to be bald at a young age?"

No, no, no, praising an opponent who loses to me will give me a rather sour pleasure. This is a part of showing off, and it has to be tolerated.

However, as long as those few people are killed, Zongsuke will still be the most handsome boy in this Jade Dragon Flag competition.

Tenguangji Kenji personally helped him hammer his legs and squeeze his hands, and said with excitement: "Sousuke! You are so strong. It seems that it is really possible to win the flag this year! The men's and women's double jade dragon flag, I am Are you dreaming!?"

Tianguang Temple suddenly blushed: "I'm not bald, I had hair before, okay!"

Twenty-five dare to fight for rewards, compared to a few geniuses who fight from the beginning to the end, it can only be regarded as average.

He smiled slightly at Tenguangji: "Don't worry, Buchou, that Okita is indeed very strong, but his true identity has been revealed, and I still have a high chance of winning."

"I can't worry!" Tenguangji Kenji was so nervous that he rubbed his bald head fiercely, "I wasn't as nervous as I am today when I got engaged!"

Accompanied by his teammates and "family members", Sousuke was escorted to the rest area and then forcibly pressed into his seat.

Zongsuke glared at her: "Why are you looking at me like this? It's none of my business whether his fiancée looks good or not!"

Wufang Mozi curled his lips.

You know why it’s up to you!

After all, the time for rest is limited.

Soon, with the whole audience excited, the final began.

Sousuke put on his kendo protective gear and followed the troops to the stage.

The other party, Souji Okita, was also wearing protective gear like Sousuke.

It seems that both of them have firmly maintained their pioneer position.

By the final round, if it were a normal team, the strongest C-position player would have been moved to the general position as insurance.

But Sousuke and Souji are obviously not the kind of people to give in.

At this time, whoever gives in will lose.

Just do it and it’s done!
Before saluting, Sousuke looked directly into Okita Souji's eyes that were no longer lazy through his visor.

"Okita, as I expected, I will compete with you for the championship in the end."

Although Okita Souji was full of fighting spirit, he had a helpless expression when he heard Sousuke's words: "Hey, hey, I never thought that there would be an incredibly strong guy like you."

Atobe Sousuke shrugged: "Relax, don't be nervous, I will give you a surprise later."

"What surprise?" Okita Souji was stunned.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon." Zongsuke smiled a little bit.

"You guy." Souji Okita felt something was wrong.

The salute was quickly completed, and the teammates from both sides left the field, leaving only Sousuke and Okita in the vanguard position. The two of them assumed a fairly standard squatting posture at the same time.

Then, the referee came on stage and announced the start.

The two stood up.

The entire audience roared with cheers and cheers.

They saw that Souji Okita immediately put on his signature stance as soon as the match started.

Holding the handle of the bamboo knife with both hands, the body is slightly sideways, and the knife and the person form a cross-vertical posture.

Flat blue eyes!
Is he going to use that five-stage stabbing move?

Is it a big move at the beginning?
Stimulate!

The sound in the audience only paused for less than two seconds, and then erupted into a huge sound that almost blew off the roof of the Fukuoka Dome!

Above Souji Okita's head, the entry of Heavenly Sword shines brightly, bursting out with special effects like flames, and even with a trace of electric light.

His eyes were sharp, and his eyes were like swords. Although there was a smile on his lips, his tone was extremely serious: "I just watched the battle between you and Tsukahara carefully. Your swordsmanship is complex and changeable, and you are good at 'mind, spirit, and yin'." Da Yuanliu, it is quite unwise to fight with you. Therefore, I will use this five-stage stabbing move, please taste it!"

His tone was full of confidence in his own skills.

Although it has been lost, it has been developed and perfected by generations of talented swordsmen in the family. In fact, the three-stage thrust they developed is infinitely close to the original move of their ancestors.

As the "Okita Souji" of this generation, his qualifications in kendo are beyond doubt, and he is even recognized by his elders as the most talented "Okita Souji" of the generation in so many years.

He had learned the three-stage lunge move with just a little effort, and with casual practice he had reached the level of mastery.

In fact, after several years of polishing, this unique skill in his hands even surpassed that of his ancestors!

In addition to three thrusts, he still had room to thrust out two additional swords!

His incredible knowledge of swordsmanship makes all swordsmanships not difficult for him, and even the swordsmanship itself does not make him feel any fun.

Ever since he was young, he has never been able to find an opponent. Even after practicing swordsmanship to the limit, even the previous generation Okita Souji, who had been practicing swordsmanship for decades in his family, could no longer beat him.

He felt that he had reached the ultimate level of "swordsmanship".

So he slacked off and didn't even want to practice sword practice anymore.

As a result, he had just been defeated by the "Iron Sword" who was three years older than him not long ago, and then he participated in the Jade Dragon Banner with a game of mind, and saw Yagyu, Tsukahara and Atobe Sosuke one after another. A powerful and talented swordsman.

The Atobe Sousuke in front of him is even more of a monster among monsters.

This caused a huge change in his mentality - his sword heart was rekindled.

"Just use this move to end the game!" he said loudly.

The next second, his whole body trembled slightly and his eyes widened.

Not only him, but also the fierce shouts of the entire audience stopped involuntarily, and countless pairs of eyes stared blankly at the big screen.

Opposite him, Atobe Sousuke made a gesture that was beyond everyone's expectations.

I saw Atobe Sousuke turning slightly sideways, holding the handle of the bamboo sword with both hands one after the other, and placed the bamboo sword flat on his waist. The tip of the bamboo sword pointed straight ahead, forming a vertical intersection with his straight standing posture.

Flat blue eyes! ?

The two people put on exactly the same posture! ! !

Okita Souji felt a rush of blood rushing straight to his forehead. His voice was filled with anger and he asked quickly: "You! What do you mean!?"

Atobe Sousuke smiled slightly: "As you can see."

"Before this, I happened to have thought about this legendary magical skill. Now, wouldn't it be great to be able to compete with you, the orthodox successor, using this skill?"

As he spoke, his whole body was like a calm spring, his aura rising continuously, like a god of war.

Okita Souji's eyes trembled.

'He's really going to fight me using the same moves! ? '

He quickly calmed down his mood, stepped on his feet, and turned into a shadow and rushed towards Sousuke!

'do not care! There is no way a fake can beat the real thing like me! '

At the same time, Atobe Sosuke's figure also disappeared suddenly.

"Shhhhhh!"

The next moment, there were several rapid whistles accompanied by the air being cut.

The figures of the two people reappeared in the eyes of the audience!
Sousuke took a thrusting stance and stood firmly on the spot.

As for Okita Souji, he flew out! ! !

'That's right, fakes - they really can't compare to the real thing. '

The smile on Zongsuke's face was calm.

(End of this chapter)