Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes Chapter 1026

Chapter 1026 The fiasco of Miyamoto Excalibur

The day of the kendo challenge finally came. Li Mo packed up early in the morning and was ready to go to Yandu City, a new gymnasium that just opened to the public last year.

"Si Rui, you and Yingying, parents don't go there, I feel a little stressed when you watch the scene. Don't worry, I will be fine."

Qin Sirui nodded silently, and adjusted his collar again.

Li Mo walked out of the bedroom. In the hall, Li Zhongsheng and his wife, Liu Chuanqing and Qin Jiaye, and his master Song Shizhi were all there. Near the door, Fu Liang was holding a seedling knife. He was only slightly injured in one arm, and Chen Xiaoyan was standing beside him.

They just looked at Li Mo quietly, and no one spoke.

"Dad, cook at home and eat together when I come back."

Li Zhongsheng nodded.

Li Mo gave them a reassuring look, looked at Fu Liang and Chen Xiaoyan and said, "Let's go."

There are already huge crowds of people outside the Yandu Gymnasium. They are all here to support Li Mo. A large number of police forces have been arranged outside to maintain law and order. Li Mo's car went directly into the basement from another entrance, and then entered the main venue of the competition.

Hundreds of people were already sitting in the auditorium around the main venue. People from the Island Kendo Federation had arrived earlier. They changed their clothes and were making final preparations. On the other side are representatives of domestic traditional swordsmanship, more than a dozen people selected by the official from the applicants. Surrounding the competition stage are live broadcast teams from various countries, and there are several high-definition cameras in the sky above, just to capture some extremely subtle movements.

Those who entered the infield to watch the challenge game were all representatives from various countries, including those invited by island countries and China. Outside the gymnasium, there are several large screens that will broadcast the broadcast simultaneously, and those who come from all directions to support Li Mo will watch the live broadcast in the square outside.

The appearance of Li Mo immediately became the focus of the audience, especially the members of the Kendo Alliance of the island country. They all wanted to see what superhuman characters in Chinese legends had, and they were actually deified. But that kind of person hadn't suffered a crushing defeat a few days ago. He passed out from anger during the negotiation process and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

The man is very young, about thirty years old, and he walks with great momentum, but his body is more of a literati temperament. Li Mo walked over to the representative of Huaxia's traditional swordsmanship, and bowed to everyone.

Those people returned the gift one after another.

"Mr. Li, we already know your plan. Although we all practice traditional swordsmanship and are not very practical in combat, as long as you say a word, we will never back down."

"Yes, in the face of national righteousness, we will never shrink back. Personal honor and disgrace are no longer important."

"Thank you for your generous help."

Li Mo clasped his fists again and saw Fu Youren among the crowd. He stood behind the crowd with a seedling knife and stared at him with piercing eyes. Li Mo practiced Fu Jiamiao swordsmanship, and today he challenged the six major schools of kendo in the island country. In fact, he was fighting with Fu Jiamiao swordsmanship. It is impossible for him not to come. If there is a need, he will be the first to rush.

However, he didn't publicize Li Mo's practice of Fujia Miao swordsmanship everywhere, so he stood silently behind the crowd and watched and listened.

At this time, a man trotted over and said respectfully: "Professor Li, the lottery is about to start, and the other party is waiting."

"What lottery to draw?" Li Mo said in surprise, "Is there a priority for them to die?"

"Uh, this isn't a total of six groups of competitions, you have to determine the players and the order first, right?"

The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead. This Professor Li is still so angry.

"In what order should I fight the six of them alone?" Li Mo said lightly, "I don't need to draw lots here, you let them draw by themselves, and see who gets their head under my blade first."

The staff member was a little dizzy. He thought he had misheard, but seeing Li Mo's serious face, it didn't look like he was joking. Didn't he get fainted a few days ago? He was also rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Besides, it will be a real swordsmanship, and what you are holding in your hand is not plastic foam.

"Mr. Li, this is not a joke."

"I'm not joking, you just reply like this."

After Li Mo finished speaking, he took the Miao Dao from Fu Liang. It was custom-made by him two years ago, and no blood has been seen since the strike. Today, it depends on who will sacrifice the knife to him first.

The staff left in a hurry, and soon the Island Kendo Federation whispered to each other, looking at him from time to time. Things seemed a little off, a little irrational, a little confusing to them.

Because no matter from which point of view, Li Mo should not become so arrogant in front of the world's media, because today's kendo competition is not only related to the fate of hundreds of thousands of antique collections, but more importantly, it is related to a nation. heart problem.

Whoever wins depends on the will of the people.

They understand this, and the Huaxia officials should understand it even more. Such speculation, Li Mo should not just say it casually. Since it was serious, there was a problem with everything that happened before. Everyone didn't understand what the problem was, but at this moment, they could only suppress the doubt in their hearts.

Being distracted before a battle is a taboo.

No moderator, no referee.

Li Mo took off his down jacket, and inside he was wearing a black Tang suit embroidered with golden dragon patterns. He walked into the challenge venue step by step with a seedling knife in his hand. Under the lights, he immediately became the focus of all media shots.

"Li Mo, the successor of the Fujia Miao sword technique in Shengzhou, who dares to fight?"

Li Mo's voice was loud, and he didn't seem to be in the slightest of physical discomfort. The people sitting in the auditorium around were stunned for a moment, especially the dozen or so selected kendo inheritors from all walks of life among the Huaxia people. They turned their heads almost at the same time to look at Fu Youren who had been silent all the time.

Damn, when did this old man get in touch with Li Mo? Is it a fellow apprentice or his apprentice?

Fu Youren didn't change his face, his expression was dignified, but there were waves of waves in his heart. Li Mo was so awesome, he narrated his swordsmanship in front of the whole world. If they win, then their Fujia Miao sword skills will become famous and skyrocket.

Even if. . . Even if he loses, the Miao Dao technique that can be favored by the fairy eye Li Mo is not ordinary. Of course, the possibility of Li Mo losing today is extremely small, because everything he did before was a miracle.

The Island Kendo Federation looked at each other, and six people in their fifties and sixties walked out of them. They all wore traditional island samurai costumes and clogs, and they didn't know whether their feet were cold or not. One of the thin old men held a knife in his left hand and two short knives in his waist. He bowed slightly to Li Mo and said, "One-knife system."

The man beside him bowed to Wei Wei: "Shinto style."

"Yin flow system."

"Two-day first-class department."

"Miyata Excalibur style."

The last man came out without saluting, but looked up at Li Mo proudly and said, "Tai Dao Liu."

Li Mo's face showed a look of astonishment, these six people speak Chinese so well? But then he figured it out again, the island nation's kendo was originally passed down in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and they would naturally learn Han culture in order to understand the kendo, and comprehend the true meaning of the kendo.

Not to mention that Li Mo was a little shocked, the Chinese people watching the battle all around showed amused expressions, and it was really hard to tell where they were from without looking at the people.

"Mr. Li, a sword has no eyes, are you sure you want to risk yourself?"

The one-knife old man asked in a cold voice.

"Whether it's me or someone else, it doesn't matter anymore. If I win, your 480,000 collections will be mine. If I lose, you will take away all the collections in Yandu Museum."

Li Mo glanced at them: "Our previous grievances will be settled today. You can fight with me one by one, or you can swarm up and join forces to deal with me. I will take them all."

Madness, not ordinary madness, is simply blatant contempt.

The six people looked at each other, and one of them said in a cold voice: "Then let's see who is better, and let me, the successor of the Miyata Excalibur School, learn your brilliant moves first."

After finishing speaking, the six people retreated at the same time, and then a man in his thirties walked out from the Kendo Alliance. He was slender and sharp-eyed. He took off his wooden clogs, walked to the opposite side of Li Mo with a knife and stood three meters away. .

"Miyata Shenjian style, Miyata Sanji."

"What is the relationship between you and Mr. Miyata who negotiated with me?" Li Mo asked unhurriedly.

"Using your Chinese words, we all had the same ancestor five hundred years ago."

"That's good. If you are a family, I guess after today, you will draw your knives and chop that Mr. Miyamoto in anger."

"Mr. Li, what do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon."

As soon as Li Mo finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if something was staring at his lower abdomen, and then he felt his neck being locked. Nima, the other party's eyes aimed at his two vital points, he wanted to kill himself directly.

clang—

Miyamoto Yamaji pulled out the knife in his hand, which was somewhat similar to the Miao knife he made. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and made an offensive posture.

But Li Mo was still standing there, as if he didn't intend to attack or defend.

Miyamoto Shanji no longer hesitated, his figure rushed forward, and he slashed in the air with a fierce momentum. There were screams all around, one attacked unexpectedly, and the other was sloppy and unprepared at all, and the victory seemed to be decided soon.

Seeing the blade approaching, Li Mo moved suddenly. He didn't draw the blade, but blocked it directly with the scabbard. The knife and the scabbard collided, and Li Mo only sank the scabbard slightly, but Miyamoto Sanji's eyes changed abruptly. He was preparing for the mighty strike with the knife, but at this moment a strong counter-shock came, shaking his hands and wrists. Numb, the whole person was so frightened that he quickly stopped the charge, returned the knife to accumulate strength, focused his eyes on his throat and directly stabbed him out, it was extremely tragic, and he seemed to be killed by a knife.

But when the blade approached the throat, it seemed as if it had pierced the steel plate. Li Mo's scabbard was just right in front of the throat, forcing him to move forward.

The two moves were quick and completed in one go, and there were constant exclamations from all around.

But laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the way. With these two moves alone, the hearts of all the people in the Island Country Kendo Federation sank suddenly. Li Mo stood there, his feet motionless, as if they were rooted. Moreover, he could accurately judge Miyamoto Sanji's offensive line, easily forcing him to return without success.

Miyamoto Shaner took four steps back this time, holding the knife and staring intently at Li Mo. His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing became a little heavy. Only at this moment did he truly realize how terrifying the Huaxia man in front of him was.

Before the knife was out of its sheath, he was already at a disadvantage. At this moment, both arms were a little numb, and it was impossible to attack immediately.

Li Mo Miao leaned on the ground with the saber, looked at Miyamoto-Sanji and said calmly: "You are too weak to make me use the saber."

Countless media at the scene were filming, and some of them were broadcasting live. Li Mo's contempt for him made Miyamoto Yamaji furious, and he yelled and directly slashed with a knife.

Li Mo snorted softly, his feet still didn't move, he swung the knife in his right hand, and hit the opponent's knife directly. The irresistible force shook the opponent's hands so that he could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and the long knife dropped from his hand and flew down.

Miyamoto Shaner's eyes showed a fierce light, and he didn't care about the long knife that was out of his hand. Instead, he reached out to touch his waist. There was a short knife there, which could be used to fight Li Mo close to his body, which was sometimes even more dangerous.

But he had the right idea, but he underestimated Li Mo's unpredictability. Suddenly, he felt an indescribable force hitting his right shoulder. He even heard the sound of bones breaking, and then lost consciousness in his hand. His sanity was overwhelmed, and he passed out as soon as his eyes went dark.

Li Mo retracted the Miao Dao with a calm expression, looked at Miyamoto Shanji who had passed out, and then looked at some absent-minded people from the Island Kendo Alliance not far away, and said, "Too weak to be vulnerable."

After a short period of silence in the gymnasium, roars finally broke out on the Huaxia viewing platform. Everyone raised their fists and shouted loudly: "Good fight."

"Good fight."

"Professor Li is invincible."

"Too powerful, too powerful."

"This special one is the kendo competition, what kind of **** competition, that is a game played by gentlemen."

The staff from various countries on the scene are more or less Huaxia hands, so their emotions were also infected when they saw this scene. The Chinese man who had been standing there was impeccable. From the beginning to the end, he never moved a step or drew his sword.

Miyamoto Sanji of the Miyamoto Excalibur family is as weak as a little sheep. He thought Li Mo was vulnerable, but in fact he was facing a tiger in the forest.

Two people from the island country ran out to check it carefully, and found that the right shoulder was broken. Even if the operation went well, I am afraid that I will never be able to practice swordsmanship again in this life. The medical staff who had been on standby carried him to the hospital for treatment on a stretcher. It was so wonderful just now that I couldn't bear to leave the scene.

The successors of the Miyamoto Excalibur School all had ugly faces, as if they had died relatives. They were all emotional and stared at Li Mo angrily.

"I won the first contest."

Li Mo said calmly, as for those angry people, he didn't bother to take them to heart.

Of the six schools of kendo, one person was abolished in just three moves, and the opponent didn't even draw his sword. They began to feel chills in their hearts. Miyamoto Sanji of the Miyamoto Excalibur School is the most powerful successor, and compared with the other five major schools of the younger generation, his strength is on par.

That is to say, if it is still a one-on-one match, they will not be able to escape the disastrous defeat of Miyamoto Yamaji in the remaining five matches.

Maybe there is a chance of winning if they join forces, but even if they join forces, can they really come back?

The gymnasium gradually quieted down, and the camera took close-ups of many of them. Li Mo still had an unmoving look on his face, with deep eyes. On the other hand, the island country is caught in the choice, they are thinking about whether to save face or win.

(end of this chapter)

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