This guy with glasses was called Flying Divine Origin?
Even now, Yizhen still didn't know the name of the guy with glasses.
Seeing the guy with glasses walk towards the center of the field, Yizhen pointed at the glasses that Flying Divine Origin was wearing.
"You're wearing a mask without taking off your glasses?"
That was too much of a character. In a sword fight, glasses were a hindrance.
Flying Divine Origin pushed up his glasses and said in a muffled voice, "I can't see the person in front of me without glasses."
His tone was very serious and didn't seem like he was joking.
That was why he said that if he was this short-sighted, he shouldn't do something as dangerous as swordsmanship. If he did it too intensely, his retina might fall off!
"Fine."
Good advice couldn't persuade a damned ghost. Earth Imperial Gate Yizhen didn't say anything more. Since Glasses wanted to fight, then let's fight.
However, Yizhen didn't have high hopes for the guy with glasses. With his small arms and legs, he would probably be beaten to death the moment he entered the field.
"Please advise me."
"Please advise me."
Murayama Iki sized up Flying Divine Origin. He had some impression of the name Flying Divine Origin. Flying Divine Origin was a family of swordsmen in the Mountain Sun and Mountain Yin area. However, he heard that the family leader and the others got into a car accident and their inheritance was almost lost.
The guy in front of him was probably a descendant of the Flying Divine Origin family. He didn't hear about any outstanding achievements.
However, those who could come to this courtyard all had some skill. He couldn't be careless. Even a lion would use its full strength to catch a rabbit.
Who knew how much of the Flying Divine Origin family's swordsmanship this guy could inherit.
Come!
"Bang!"
Probing. In less than two seconds, Shen Yuan's Su Zhen Bang suddenly rushed forward!
Attacking first!
Different from the cautious tactics that everyone else used, Flying Divine Origin attacked fiercely and didn't try to probe his opponent's strength at all.
The two seconds of probing were just a feint.
Flying Divine Origin suddenly attacked first. His attacks rained down like a storm.
Gaining the upper hand.
However, Flying Divine Origin's swordsmanship level was not low. Even under such fierce and sharp attacks, his moves were not messed up at all.
Not only did it require a solid foundation, but it also required an excellent reaction speed. Both were indispensable.
"So fast, one, two, three …" Yizhen couldn't keep up with Flying Divine Origin's speed.
So he was already this weak.
"Bang bang bang!!"
Asami Murayama barely managed to parry his opponent's attack, but before he could even react and counterattack, Soaring Kamihara's attacks were already raining down on him. He could only parry and dodge.
More than ten strikes in five seconds. Each strike was incomparably sinister and powerful.
The bespectacled guy was like a high-speed stapler as he gnawed at Masayoshi Murayama on the opposite side.
It was dangerous. Murayama Iori narrowed his eyes and sweat oozed from his forehead.
He believed that he had not been careless in the slightest after entering the arena, but Shen Yuan's attacks were too sharp. Although he did not want to admit it, the pressure on Murayama Masayi was getting greater and greater. In terms of swordsmanship, he really could not compare to this weak young man.
How come I've never heard of such a powerful person?
Amidst the close succession of rainstorms, Murayama Yi's parries became more and more strenuous, and his flaws were gradually revealed. One hit kill!
A flash!
"Ha!"
The top of the Primordial Vibrating Rod rushed forward!
He clenched his fists tightly!
Shen Yuan's attack landed on Murayama's abdomen. The force of the attack was so great that Murayama's entire body was lifted thirty centimeters off the ground.
It hurts.
It hurt just looking at it.
He sheathed his sword.
Flying God Shen Yuan sheathed his weapon. One hit kill, but he was still wary of Murayama Yi.
After defeating his opponent, Flying God Shen Yuan did not learn from the others and followed up with consecutive attacks. After the old swordsman announced his victory, he put away his weapon and armor and obediently returned to his seat.
"Huff, huff!"
After defeating his opponent, Flying God Shen Yuan was not much better off. His hair was stuck together from his sweat, and he was panting heavily. It was obvious that he was very tired.
Reality was not a game. An ordinary person without any training would be exhausted in less than two or three minutes when their adrenaline was surging, even if they fought with all their might.
Even a professional boxer would only be slightly stronger in terms of explosive power. Otherwise, they would not need to rest so many times in a battle.
Although Flying God Shen Yuan's attacks were sharp, everyone could see that he was using up his stamina at a rapid rate.
"Bespectacled guy, you're actually this strong."
Isshin of Earth Imperial Gate gave him a thumbs up. He had really underestimated this pair of glasses.
However, if this was all, he would not be able to obtain the Demon Blade. That Rock Dragon, for example, was obviously not easy to deal with.
Rock Dragon was tall and muscular, and his normal damage output was equivalent to that of other people's explosive power.
"Not bad, not bad."
Soaring Kamihara rubbed his glasses and revealed a bashful smile.
He did not look like a sharp swordsman, but more like a university student.
"He's attacking quickly, using quick attacks to steal away the opponent's momentum, and avoiding his weakness in stamina?"
The Rock Dragon glanced at Flying God Shen Yuan a few more times. Someone as strong as him could instantly see through Flying God Shen Yuan's weaknesses.
This guy was very smart. He knew that his stamina was lacking, so he relied on his solid foundational skills to attack first and search for the enemy's weakness in the storm.
This guy was also very strong.
"He's alright."
Seiji Shuromai nodded. This pair of glasses would probably catch up to her in another fifteen years of training.
"Tsk, Taro is still not good enough."
Compared to everyone else here, her younger brother was pitifully weak. These people were not only talented, but they were also more hardworking than ordinary people.
There were many people like Isami of Earth Palace who were eliminated in one round, but no one left the courtyard. Instead, they continued to watch the battle in the courtyard.
It was rare to see all the famous swordsmen of the Island Nation fight without holding back.
"Misama wins!"
"Fujiki wins!"
The matches continued on the field like a merry-go-round. Soon, the first round was over, followed by the second, third, and fourth round. The number of people decreased from more than a hundred to only four.
When the spectating swordsmen saw the exciting battles, they could not help but cheer loudly. It was not that they did not have the etiquette of swordsmen, but the battles were simply too exciting.
Who dared to say that swordsmen had declined?
If they came to watch the battles, it would be like the reincarnation of the ancients.
To Isami of Earth Palace's surprise, the glasses guy actually made it all the way to the last round of the competition.
Although he looked like an old dog that was spitting out its tongue to cool off, his condition was terrible, and his stamina was almost exhausted, he was still able to miraculously win.
"Rub, rub."
The lenses of the glasses were almost shaved off by Flying God Shen Yuan.
There were four people in the last round. Apart from the glasses guy, Flying God Shen Yuan, all of them were famous swordsmen. Even people like Isami of Earth Palace had heard of a few of them.
"Next match, Flying God Shen Yuan, Rock Dragon Battle."
"Both of you, please prepare yourselves!"
Flying God Shen Yuan didn't stop rubbing his lenses, as if he did not hear his opponent's name.