In an instant, eyes gathered and the chaos swept away.

The second generation of tribe stopped talking and looked over with a tense face.

In the distance, the young disciples were excited:

"The main one of our families has taken action!"

"Finally, is Master Miyamoto going to stand up?"

"The victory or defeat is here."

At this moment, Takeshi Miyamoto went to fight, and the despair aura dissipated between the court.

Suning finally became serious and restored the short spear in his hand to the correct holding posture. Although he had a certain confidence, at least he felt that he would not lose, but there was nothing absolute in the world.

If there is the only variable here, then there is only Miyamoto Takeshi.

"What kind of attack method will he choose? Is it similar to the first game, choose close-range attack, meet swords and weapons, or learn the second game, control the flying sword, and make moves from the air?"

Suning narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about the response plan:

The two have their own advantages and disadvantages. After all, the other party’s first two games are paved the way for this last level.

The information Suning leaked to the other party was one of the close-range illusion interference and the other was the control of the water vapor in the courtyard.

On the contrary, the Miyamoto family also revealed their trump card: melee and long-range attack routines.

Now, it is finally time to be critical. Even Suning’s domineering and confident performance, he dare not be disrespectful.

"Well, if you insist on choosing, it's better to have the second one. Although Takeshi Miyamoto's flying sword is definitely not that good, and his speed is probably faster, I have the Zishou Immortal Clothing to protect my body, and my spiritual reserves are higher than his.

The worst case is just a physical body to fight back against him with a few swords."

"On the contrary, if he doesn't fight the sword, but fights in close combat, I'm afraid I'll show my fear. After all, close combat will be arguing immediately. In the end, even if I win, my performance will probably not be too good..."

Suning muttered to himself, but then he couldn't understand Miyamoto's actions.

I saw the great sword master stepping and coming ten meters away from him. He stood still, but there was no sword in his hand.

"How is the head of the Miyamoto family planning to compete?" Suning raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Is it possible that he has to go into battle with bare hands?"

Takemiyamoto's plain robe rolled, his eyes stared calmly, and said lightly: "That's the point."

Not only Suning, but now, even many of our family members showed confusion. Only a few old men, who were surprised when they thought of something.

Takeshi Miyamoto explained with a smile: "The first two games, one close fight and one long attack, are easily taken over by the nobles. I am also thinking about how to fight this last game."

"Until just now, I suddenly realized that the meaningless distance is the martial arts ideas of mortals, and no matter you and I, after all, are no longer mortals."

Suning said: "So?"

Take Miyamoto said seriously: "It is unnecessary to face extraordinary things and still obsessed with ordinary martial arts.

So, since you want to compete, just throw down the branches and point directly to the core, you and me, compete for cultivation and determine the outcome!"

Compare your cultivation level!

Suning subconsciously wanted to laugh, thinking to himself, "Aren't you giving up your biggest advantage? Compare your disadvantages with me?"

The correct operation should not be to find a way to pull me to the level of ordinary martial arts, and then defeat me with rich experience?

No...wait.

Suning suddenly realized that he might have misjudged something. Takeshi Miyamoto would do his best, but his goal was never to win.

Instead, I confirmed that the messenger sent by me is of some ability.

Xiaogu's agent has revealed many times that he was sent by the head of the family, and that many people in the clan do not want to contact the People's Education.

In other words, "engaging with the People's Education" is itself a matter of forced promotion by Takeshi Miyamoto.

He had the idea of ​​surrendering, but on the one hand he was not sure about the reality of the human education, and on the other hand, he also suffered internal resistance.

In this case, winning or losing is not important to him at all. If he defeats him in the extraordinary realm, it just means that his strategy of choosing to contact the people's teaching is correct.

Based on this idea, it makes completely understandable that Takeshi Miyamoto gave up his kendo skills and used his disadvantages to his own advantages.

He just wants to test his cultivation and supernatural powers.

In addition... Suning recalled the previous two games, Takeshi Miyamoto's reaction and suddenly realized:

Perhaps, the failures in the first two games also met his expectations.

Even, I am happy to see me defeating those two brothers simply and roughly.

In this way, convince the tribe.

...

After understanding these things, Suning couldn't help but look up at the man, nodded and said, "Okay. Then let's compare like this."

As he said that, he threw the golden spear into the field.

"bass!"

It was pitch black, heavy weapons wrapped in reliefs of the unicorn pierced into the bluestone ground.

Announces the beginning of the competition.

Everyone became quiet. In the temple, there was only the night breeze and drizzle. In the field, the two of them were shivering in their clothes.

The young disciples remained motionless, and their eyes widened, unwilling to miss even a second. The temperature quietly dropped. Shirley wrapped her down jacket tightly and suddenly felt so cold.

It's not the coldness of a rainy night in winter, but another kind.

Just like the late autumn, when the sky is high and the clouds are light, and when the autumn is thick, all things wither.

It was a thrust of people's hearts, which made her breath gently towards her frozen hands, and the rest of the spectators also had similar reactions.

Those masters in the clan were fine, but seemed to have expected this. One step earlier, they would stimulate their spiritual power and use respiratory surgery to warm their bodies.

The young disciples who were a little further away obviously had no consciousness. They did not suddenly notice the strange phenomenon until their hands and feet were numb and their hands were numb:

"Look! Maple leaves!"

Some people say.

"Is it true, where did the maple leaves come from?"

"That's not true, it's coming out of the air..."

Amid the screams that were so strong that they were suppressed, the same strange and beautiful picture reflected in everyone's eyes:

In the dojo where the drizzle was swaying, with Miyamoto Take as the center, in the night sky, maple leaves precipitate from the air and float.

The maple leaves are fiery red, one by one, and one by one, which complements the emblem on everyone's robes.

As the leaves fall, everyone calms down, and all the intense emotions are relieved by some invisible "intention".

In a trance, I forgot where I was and felt that I was in late autumn. The ancient maple forest road and the two people in the field were no longer figures in modern cities.

It is a hero who draws his sword in historical biography.

"Wabi!" Shirley whispered the word.

It is not that she recognizes something, but that when she witnessed this scene, an aesthetic vocabulary that she instinctively jumped out of her mind, which she had come into contact with while studying.

...

"Wabisa." In the outskirts of Tokyo, the main hall of the Tujimen Shrine.

The rain became thicker and became a string of beads, dripping from the black eaves.

The old man in a black kimono was no longer watching the chess game, but was sitting cross-legged and facing outside the hall. After hearing the latest text message received by the young man in real time, he spoke.

Sure enough, Takeshi Miyamoto is not that easy to deal with. His senior is so young, even a genius must have flaws.

Shirley showed concern.

She couldn't help but look at the Miyamoto masters next to her, wanting to observe the information from these people's faces:

Well, although I can't understand, there are always people who can understand it, right?

However, to her surprise, most of the people in this group were also confused, especially the famous old men who had analyzed the two previous events, who looked at them at a loss.

On the contrary, he was the first to lose. At this time, the boy who stood in the crowd called "Yi Mu". The bamboo sword said: "Ah, the head of the family leaves seem to be unable to get close to the messenger's body at all!"

What?

After this reminder, many old men who analyzed the situation of war with ordinary martial arts woke up and finally saw the most superficial and most easily overlooked details:

In the field, the falling maple leaves did not fall towards Suning, but every piece that tried to get close will be blown away by the wind and rain.

It looks like a coincidence.

But...it should be noted that it is not a real maple leaf, so how can it blow down and wet the ordinary wind and rain?

"He is controlling the rain!" Someone finally realized the key and said.

On the field, Takeshi Miyamoto said, "What are you thinking? Could it be that you have to waste like this? The scattered leaves really cannot break your defense field, but there are many maple leaves here."

Suning finally raised his head and smiled lightly, "I'm just thinking about what kind of ability to use to compete with you."

Takeshi Miyamoto said: "Then have you thought about it?"
To be continued...