CHAPTER 360: CHAPTER 269: MYSTERIOUS PERSON UESUGI_2

The four bamboo pieces were all shattered, even the iron rod used for reinforcement inside was broken.

Fujino, this guy, is one thing; he’s robust and over 1.9 meters tall.

Even though his character is poor, you have to admit his strength is formidable.

But Uesugi Sakura...

It’s hard to understand how he could possess strength comparable to Fujino.

Currently, he’s standing in the middle of the competition field, glancing at the handle in his hand, acting as if nothing happened.

It seems the Vice Master is only 18 years old...why are there so many strange things....

Good swordsmanship and born with Divine Power?

Compared to others, Fujino was even more shocked, knowing he was chopping downwards, following the momentum, while Uesugi Sakura was chopping upwards, against the momentum.

And yet...he can use a strength similar to his own...

Odd, truly odd, hard to comprehend.

"What’s wrong, Fujino student?" Uesugi Sakura said in a tone neither cold nor warm.

"Tch," Fujino still looked smug on the surface, gesturing for his companion to fetch him the wooden sword from the wall rack, "How could it be, Vice Master, the competition is still ongoing."

"Oh...?" Uesugi Sakura deliberately elongated his tone, "Why do I feel Fujino student seemed a bit powerless just now? Did you not eat well at noon? It’s okay, although I only have fifty thousand yen, it’s still enough to treat you to a full meal."

"Go." Tachibana Youko signaled Bin Yuehui behind her to fetch the wooden sword for Uesugi Sakura.

Bin Yuehui could only sigh; he had to listen to his senior. He was used to fetching things daily.

Soon, Uesugi Sakura took the wooden sword from Bin Yuehui, thanked him, and as he sat back down, faced the guy named Fujino again.

Through the grid of the face mask, one could see he was slightly taller than himself.

"A guy with a nasty character."

Thinking of Hanamaru Hanabi picking up her favorites one by one, Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but feel a bit downhearted, taking a step forward, horizontally pulling the wooden sword with both hands, charging straight ahead.

’Here it comes!’

Fujino immediately raised his sword to defend, learning from earlier experience, knowing the strength of this guy in front should not be underestimated, he mustered all his energy, fiercely arousing the strength in his arms.

Planning to fully brush away his wooden sword, then directly strike the face.

However,

At the moment the wooden swords collided, even though Fujino had prepared early, the muffled "thud" sound, like rolling thunder, made him feel the force was a bit too fierce.

He quickly pulled back, following the direction of the opponent’s attack, unloading the force backwards.

Uesugi Sakura maintained a calm expression, moving steadily forward, continuously pulling the bamboo sword in a circular motion, launching strikes one after another, carrying the wind, seemingly creating afterimages, every pull full of substantial power.

The collision sounds between the wooden swords were continuous, echoing in the ears of everyone present.

Sharp to the ears, striking to the eyes!

Many students had already been conquered by his figure, this continuity! This stylish combo! This continuously bursting power!

Isn’t this the coolest, most admired self pursued on the path of the Sword Dao?

The gale driven by the wooden sword whistled, Fujino struggled to defend passively, in front of him was Uesugi Sakura’s calm face revealed during the wooden sword exchange, occasionally with afterimages, making him look inexplicably mysterious.

Am I...being suppressed in battle?

No, wrong! This is so strange!!

In this match, Fujino did not intend to defeat Uesugi Sakura with Sword Dao techniques but to use his physique, directly targeting the opponent’s weakness with strength, gaining victory when the opponent exposed a flaw due to pain.

He wasn’t stupid, he had his plan.

But now...

Why, why...?

Why was the strength he prided himself on suppressed by the opponent.

Now, the wooden sword in his hand was buzzing, muscles trembling, both hands numb.

The body was retreating consecutively, forced toward the edge of the arena, facing imminent defeat.

Why does the opponent have such power?

Fujino now even wanted to carve out his muscles to compare with Uesugi Sakura’s, to see if they were really inferior goods.

Otherwise, what else could explain this?

Of course, he wasn’t the only one surprised.

The students, Tachibana Youko and Bin Yuehui all watched in great amazement.

Tachibana Youko originally thought Uesugi Sakura would use impressive techniques to defeat Fujino in the match, to dampen his arrogance and vanity.

But from the current situation, it was a complete brute force attack.

A wooden sword continuously swung, continuously slashed, using power to completely suppress Fujino, leaving him with no room to fight back.

Even her eardrums were nearly filled by the constant banging sound of the wooden sword.

"Senior Sister Tachibana, who do you say is Fujino...?" Bin Yuehui asked quietly, meaning who actually had the bigger physique.

Tachibana Youko remained silent, this question was hard to answer, she originally thought Uesugi Sakura was a genius, a Sword Dao genius, not only mastering their One-Mind One-Sword Style and Jigen Style, but also using simple techniques to quickly defeat opponents.

Now it seems, it’s not just about technique, his strength and momentum are also very formidable.

Upon closer consideration, the overwhelming offensive of the Jigen Style was understandable in this light.

She wondered if he would learn the Master’s secret skills?

Which was the facade of ancient swordsmanship, also the most challenging secret technique and skill within a school.

Senior brothers and sisters didn’t know it, otherwise the Master wouldn’t be the Master of Bushin Hall.

Tachibana Youko withdrew her thoughts, said to Bin Yuehui behind her: "Don’t you think Uesugi Sakura seems to be intentionally targeting Fujino’s wooden sword?"

Bin Yuehui quickly focused his gaze for a couple of moments, discovered Uesugi Sakura only attacked one spot, and said, "It seems... it’s flying!"

Exactly as Bin Yuehui finished the word "yes,"

The broken piece of Fujino’s wooden sword spiraled and flew towards the right, hitting the dojo’s wall, spinning to the ground, and after two struggling sounds, soon fell silent.

Everyone’s gaze quickly shifted from the broken wood back to the center of the competition field.

But now, what remained was only on the edge of the competition field, Uesugi Sakura holding a wooden sword in his right hand, pointing it at Fujino Shozaburo’s nose.

At this moment, only then did everyone in Bushin Hall realize, it was Fujino’s wooden sword that broke.

This was a reinforced wooden sword made of oak, enough hardness and toughness, strictly robust when used in training.

Fujino was stunned, being pointed at the nose with the tip of a sword, even if it was just a wooden sword, that cold feeling seemed to seep into the mind.

He was used to grabbing others by the collar, such an inexplicable spine-chilling experience, was his first time...

Uesugi Sakura’s expression didn’t change, still calm, he put down the wooden sword pointing at Fujino’s nose, glanced at the broken pieces on the ground to the right, turned back and said:

"Fujino student, you made a mistake, the Vice Master thinks you can pick up a wooden sword and continue to compete with me again."

Fujino swallowed, the hand holding the wooden sword hilt was still numb, everyone was anticipating his reaction.

His only friend couldn’t bear to look at him in this sorry state now.

Tachibana Youko saw the scene in front of her, whispered to Bin Yuehui behind her:

"Didn’t you just ask why Uesugi Sakura attacked only one point?"

"Right," Bin Yuehui realized, "why?"

Tachibana Youko glanced at Fujino’s face, and continued speaking to him: "Do you think someone like Fujino would willingly admit defeat?"

"Hmm...probably would find a lot of excuses, wouldn’t concede until after five or six more tries, even verbally denying it." Bin Yuehui said.

"Exactly, you got it, Fujino isn’t such a person, but Uesugi Sakura’s intention by doing this was to directly defeat him. Without hitting hands, torso, head, just targeting the wooden sword in his hand to stupefy his spirit.

"After all, to attack only the wooden sword in your opponent’s hand and still defeat you with no room for resistance, it presents an unbearable sense of defeat for anyone practicing Sword Dao and ancient swordsmanship to endure."

"What does Senior Sister Tachibana think of Uesugi Sakura?"

"You want my opinion?"

"Yes."

Tachibana Youko watched Uesugi Sakura pointing the wooden sword with a nasal gesture, and said lightly:

"An oddball, I guess."