211: Chapter 34: Challenge the Authority_2 211: Chapter 34: Challenge the Authority_2 “Please put on the protective gear.” Liu Nai requested two society members who promptly brought over two sets of gear and a bundle of bamboo swords, “What kind of bamboo sword do you need?”

“I don’t need protective gear, any bamboo sword will do.” Zhang Yifeng declined because he had no clue how to wear the men, dou, kote, and tare protectors, much less understand the differences between types of bamboo swords; he could only hide his incompetence this way.

Moreover, suddenly getting used to protective gear would greatly impair his movements, and the protective clothing is much stronger than the gear.

“It would be even better if the opponent didn’t wear any too.”

As expected, upon hearing this, Hidaka Daisuke, who was preparing to put on his protective gear, stopped and set them aside.

“You two, you will get hurt.” Igarashi frowned.

A thrust to the face, even with a bamboo sword, could knock someone out, let alone a perilous attack like a throat thrust—it could even be lethal.

“If you don’t put on protective gear, I will terminate the match.”

“Teacher, please allow me to compete,” implored Hidaka Daisuke, kneeling on the ground in defiance.

“Both of you, attacks on the throat, eyes, and other lethal areas are strictly forbidden, do you understand?” Igarashi sighed upon seeing the eager glances of the surrounding society members and spectators, knowing he couldn’t stop the match any longer, so he announced a few precautions.

“Because Zhang Yifeng does not understand the rules of kendo, the one who manages to knock down their opponent wins,” added Liu Nai, before moving over to Hidaka Daisuke and whispering, “Don’t be too gallant, defeat him swiftly.”

The crowd sat on either side, watching the two men standing opposite each other on the field.

“Begin!” Igarashi, officiating as the referee, swung his arm down.

“In a shout, Hidaka Daisuke swiftly darted out, his one-handed bamboo sword jabbing straight for Zhang Yifeng’s lower abdomen.

Responding with a roar of his own, Zhang Yifeng brandished his sword at the man’s face.

With a couple of thuds, Hidaka Daisuke spat out a tooth and fell to the ground, his head spinning.

He found himself unable to get up.

Seeing this, the dojo erupted in a buzz of chatter.

The second-dan Hidaka Daisuke falling in one move left everyone in disbelief.

Bai Guo snuck a smirk, contemptuous of Zhang Yifeng’s actions.

If not for his protective clothing, he would’ve been the one on the ground.

Zhang Yifeng was no fool, he showed a pained expression and clutched his stomach.

“I will go next, please advise me!” Six or seven other students stood up next, seemingly unimpressed by their toothless comrade.

They continued to challenge Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng demonstrated humility, but he did not pull his punches one bit.

Three minutes later, he knocked down the unlucky opponent.

“I acknowledge.” Zhang Yifeng cupped his hands in the manner of ancient martial artists, but no one paid him any mind, as another group of five jumped forward.

Three more minutes, one hit, and after Zhang Yifeng counteracted the bamboo sword strike and defeated the opponent once again, there began to grow murmurs of doubt.

After all, such durability was simply impossible.

Zhang Yifeng did not understand Japanese, so he could not hear the calls for him to remove his clothing.

However, Tang Zheng’s face fell, as those people saw him as an accomplice to Zhang Yifeng, and their eyes were filled with contempt and distrust.

Tang Zheng did not want to win by such a deceptive method.

“Silence,” shouted a senior student, and he stepped in front of Zhang Yifeng, holding a bamboo sword.

“Fourth-dan in kendo, Miyamoto Ryosuke, please advise.”

“Please advise.” Zhang Yifeng did not understand what the opponent was saying, but he adopted the same courteous gesture.

However, a triumphant smile broke out on his face.

After all, the protective clothing was very useful; as long as he kept his face out of harm’s way, he would be completely fine.

As Igarashi announced the start of the match, Miyamoto sidestepped, blocked the bamboo sword aiming for his face, and brushed past Zhang Yifeng after a series of rapid hits.

“The feeling is off.” Miyamoto Ryosuke, who had practiced kendo for ten years and fought countless people, could naturally discern the sensation of a bamboo sword striking a human body.

So, as soon as he voiced it out, the matter only drew more murmurings.

Zhang Yifeng felt his anger surge out of embarrassment.

Although he was wearing protective clothing, the strike his abdomen sustained still caused him unbearable pain, making him let out a scream.

The two once again brushed past each other.

Without bothering to test the waters, Miyamoto directly blocked the bamboo sword and went for a direct face attack.

His bamboo sword first jabbed towards Zhang Yifeng’s mouth, smashing a few teeth, then shot upwards towards his forehead.

Zhang Yifeng felt a thunderous noise in his head, the sensation of dizziness immediately rolling in.

He collapsed onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam.

Tang Zheng, who had originally been kneeling on the blanket, promptly stood up, glaring at Miyamoto.

Bai Guo also stood up, while only Tie Ying remained calm and composed.

He thought Zhang Yifeng deserved this misfortune, not knowing when to quit led him to this point.

“Bring that idiot over here.” Hearing Tang Zheng’s words, Bai Guo quickly ran over to help Zhang Yifeng.

“It’s alright, just a few damaged teeth.” Tang Zheng glanced at Zhang Yifeng and walked over to Miyamoto’s side.

Even if Zhang Yifeng was a dog, only he was allowed to discipline him.

Anyone else who dared to step over the line would have their hands broken.

“What style of bamboo sword do you prefer?” Miyamoto asked confidently, his attitude that of a senior imparting knowledge to a junior.

Some club members started chanting for Tang Zheng to take off his clothes, but he immediately refused.

“Give me a Katateuchi.”

Upon hearing Tang Zheng call out the name of a type of bamboo sword, the atmosphere in the dojo quieted down.

They all realized that he was not an outsider.

Coupled with Liu Nai challenging him, everyone started viewing him as a master swordsman.

Everyone was looking forward to a fierce battle.

Moments later, a wave of noisy chatter erupted when Tang Zheng removed his suit and shirt before taking the bamboo sword.

He then tied his tight leather jacket around his waist, revealing an impressively muscled upper body.

The noise hadn’t subsided when it suddenly crescendoed after seeing Tang Zheng assumed a very amateur starting stance.

“We can start now.” Tang Zheng held the bamboo sword with his left hand at his right side, in a squatting position with his legs spread, assuming the Battojutsu stance.

“Are you sure you’re not joking?” Miyamoto pull a face, thinking the young man must be crazy.

“Let’s start,” Tang Zheng placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, fixing his gaze on Miyamoto, who instantly felt the overwhelming killing intent.

“Start!” Igarashi swung his arm down.

Seeing Miyamoto charging in for a face strike, Tang Zheng sneered.

He knew that this guy would resort to this kind of dignity-deflating method and then aggressively swung his right arm.

Whoosh!

That Chinese young man’s bamboo sword swung out with a gust, leaving only a blur in everyone’s sight.

With a crack, it directly sent Miyamoto’s bamboo sword flying and struck him in the face

Tang Zheng sheathed his sword as Miyamoto, weighing over a hundred kilos, rolled out in front of him, swallowing blood and a few teeth.

“You still couldn’t handle three times the strength of an ordinary person?” If the opponent used some tactics, Tang Zheng, who hadn’t enhanced his neural response speed, might struggle a bit.

But this guy was too conceited.

He planned to strike a face and got beaten up by Tang Zheng, which was not surprising.

A group of club members quickly went up to help Miyamoto, now looking at Tang Zheng with respect.

No one stepped up to challenge him this time.

The impressive Miyamoto was defeated in one blow, which cowed everyone.

Tang Zheng glanced around, picked up his clothes from the ground, and was just about to put them on when, incredibly, Liu Nai stood up.

“Please, show me.” Liu Nai was too proud.

If she backed down, she would suffer a setback in her Kendo growth, something she wouldn’t allow.

“Ha, okay.

Then I’ll let you guys witness the secret technique, Tsubamegaeshi, which has been lost for hundreds of years.” As soon as Tang Zheng’s words came out, the entire dojo fell into an uproar, staring at him in shock and disbelief.

“You must be joking.” Igarashi was the first to call out.

Tang Zheng reassumed the Battojutsu stance, although he was laughing on the inside, wanting to make a fool of the club members.

Having witnessed Liu Nai’s Iaijutsu the previous night, the always cautious Tang Zheng wouldn’t avoid preparing himself.

At the very least, he had to understand Japanese sword techniques.

Even though he couldn’t acquire abilities through the Silver Meteorite in the game, there was no problem in watching it once.

After wearing the protective clothing and with his physical ability increased seven or eightfold, Tang Zheng could mimic a basic stance, making it hard for anyone to distinguish between the real and the fake

Seeing Tang Zheng’s false Tsubamegaeshi, Liu Nai lost interest in her challenge.

She accepted her defeat willingly.

Some club members even filmed Tang Zheng’s swordsmanship on their mobile phones.

They secretly studied it for several years and, surprisingly, were able to mimic it somewhat.

An understanding dawned on them, transforming them into tenth dan experts.(To be continued.

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