Chapter 127 Come!

A minute later, Kusuo Saiki stopped panting, took off his mask, helplessly rubbed his aching hands, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Aoki-kun's current strength is to learn from Busujima. Isn’t it the same as sister? I can’t even hold it for a minute now.”

Aokiji just said calmly: "Compared to Busujima-senpai, I'm still far behind. Okay, Saiki, you go and rest."

"Next! Who is it?" Aokiji frowned, looked at the surrounding members who were staring blankly at him, and said in a stern tone: "If you haven't fought with me today, or make me feel that you are slacking off, you are not allowed to do so. Go home. Now, who wants to be the first to fight me?"

"That's too overbearing," the surrounding comments gradually began to sound.

"That's right, he's not a minister."

"How can I beat him? Really."

"Ah, I have something to do at night, what should I do?"

Aokiji took a deep breath and said loudly: "Shut up!"

The surrounding discussion was paused.

"Bujima-senpai has been feeling unwell these past few days. I promised her to help her improve your strength. In other words, Busujima-senpai gave me the power to manage you." Aokiji took off his mask, his fierce face expressionless. He glanced around at the surrounding members, seeing how cowardly and weak they all were, and felt unworthy of Busujima Saeko from the bottom of his heart.

"I have a question." Aokiji put the mask on his waist, turned his head slightly, and said in a calm voice: "Why did you come to the Kendo Club?"

"Qi Mu, you speak first." Aoki Si turned to look at him. There was no way, Aoki Si only knew his name.

Saiki Kusuo felt bitter in his heart, but he hurriedly dropped his hands by his legs and stood upright: "I joined the Kendo club because I hope I can become stronger."

"What about you?" Aokiji turned to look at the third-year club member beside him who was still silent.

The third-year member opened his mouth and whispered: "Because... I have been practicing kendo since I was a child."

"What about you?" Aokiji casually pointed at an unknown member.

The member looked at Aoki Si staring at him and lowered his head with evasive eyes: "Because, because I like kendo."

Aokiji nodded slowly to them, and then suddenly threw the bamboo sword to the ground: "If you like kendo, why don't you even have the courage to fight?"

“I’ve been practicing kendo since I was a child, but why can’t I even hold a bamboo sword firmly?”

"Are you coming to the Kendo Club just to join such a popular club and give yourself a chance to brag in front of your friends?"

"Are you training every day just to kill time?"

"Then I recommend that you quit the club. Kendo is not something you can use to play games or brag about!"

Aoki pointed at the face of the third-year member, without giving him any face, and even deliberately made a look of contempt: "The kendo you have practiced since childhood, in my opinion, is not as good as one-tenth of Saiki-kun!"

"Is Busujima-senpai usually too gentle to you, giving you the illusion that 'kendo is actually nothing more than that'?"

Seeing the third-year members clenching their fists in silence, Aoki looked at the people around him and said in a cold voice: "If you only have this level of strength and such a fragile mentality, you can't even swing a knife at me. Then. I think we can end today’s training here. I will call Busujima-senpai and tell her what you have done.”

"Then I suggested to her that in the future, she should not accept everyone."

Aokiji looked at all the members who lowered their heads with anger and dissatisfaction on their expressions, and continued to stimulate: "I think you can learn flower arrangement and cooking. Forget about things like kendo. I practice kendo. In just a few weeks, you have already lost the courage to wield your sword. If this continues, it seems that Busujima-senpai and I will be enough for this kendo club."

"I really feel sorry for Busujima-senpai. I wasted so much of my time, but only taught trash like you who can't even hold a knife tightly. Sorry, I'm not targeting anyone, I'm saying that everyone here is trash. .”

Smiling at Saiki Kusuo, Aokiji said with a relaxed expression: "Saiki-kun may be a little better than them, but that's just it."

Saiki Kusuo's expression showed neither disappointment nor anger, he just looked thoughtfully at Aoki Tsukasa's completely different appearance from before, and he vaguely understood his thoughts in his heart.

You are truly worthy of being Aoki-kun! Saiki Kusuo lowered his head, hiding the longing in his eyes.

Aokiji paused for a while, and when he saw that no one said anything, he took off his protective gear with a look of disdain: "It seems I was right, you can go home."

Aokiji threw the mask on the ground and began to remove the armor from his body.

"Wait a moment!"

A roar filled with anger made Aokiji stop what he was doing.

The third-year member raised his head and took off his mask, revealing an ordinary face. At this time, his face was filled with anger: "I'll fight you!"

"You?" Aokiji raised the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I will not show mercy."

"No need!" The third-year member gritted his teeth, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but his eyes were firm: "I, Renta Nomoto, am not a waste!"

"Oh?" Aokiji just smiled and picked up the bamboo sword without even wearing a mask. Just like Ishihara Ryota did to him, he said frivolously: "Come on, I don't even need to wear a mask to deal with you."

Nomoto Renta's breathing gradually became heavier and his eyes were red with anger. The kendo he practiced in the past was criticized by Aokiji as worthless. He even spoke arrogantly about Busujima-senpai. This simply made Nomoto Renta angry. To the extreme.

So what if you are the boss of the school! Nomoto Renta tightened his grip on the wooden sword in his hand, put on his mask, spread his legs, placed the wooden sword in front of him with both hands, and took a stance.

Aokiji held the knife in one hand contemptuously, facing him sideways, and even mockingly observed Nomoto Renta's movements with his peripheral vision.

"Drink!" Nomoto Renta felt a rush of blood rushing to his head. The next moment, he shouted loudly and attacked Aokiji.

Although the surrounding members did not make a sound, their eyes were filled with anger and expectation. They watched Nomoto Renta's movements silently, hoping that he could knock down the arrogant Aokiji in front of him to the ground with a single blow.

good!

Aokiji raised the corners of his mouth inconspicuously, and his eyes narrowed. Although he still pretended to be arrogant, he was actually on full alert.

You can see it! His knife!

The super mental attribute brings about a neural reaction speed far beyond that of ordinary people. To ordinary people, a sword seemed to be as fast as thunder, but Aokiji could easily see the trajectory of the slash.

Sideways, flirting.

Aokiji's understated movements are as coordinated as a dancing dancer. His steps are not pure kendo steps, but dodge steps combined with mixed martial arts. It looks like a butterfly suddenly being blown by the wind, moving lightly. Opening a little, Nomoto Renta's powerful and heavy knife fell into the air, grazing the corner of Aokiji's clothes.

The bamboo knife in Aokiji's hand was like a hidden poisonous snake. From the blind spot of his vision, he launched a magical knife like an antelope hanging its horns, and stabbed Nomoto Renta's throat.

The throat protector blocked Aokiji's sword, but there was no way to remove all the force. Renta Nomoto felt a pain in her throat, her eyes turned red and she started coughing.

Aokiji still held the knife in one hand, with a calm expression: "Come again."

"Ahhhhh!" Nomoto Renta came back to his senses and stared at Aokiji with red eyes. His devilishly terrifying face made his heart tremble and at the same time, he felt an emotion he had never felt before. Strong belief: Even if he falls, he must be hit!

"come on!"

I don't know who shouted.

Next, the members of the Kendo Club shouted in unison: "Nomoto-senpai, come on!"

"Come on!!"

It's a pity that explosive seeds are the patent of the protagonist, and Renta Nomoto is just a supporting role. So, he failed.

As Nomoto Renta exhausted all his strength, he lay on the floor, breathing heavily. A trace of cold sweat fell on Aokiji's forehead, and he tried to calm his breathing to prevent others from seeing his condition. However, Aokiji's expression remained calm: "Is there anyone else?"

"I, Yuta Yata, enter!"

"Natsuo Kanamori wants to challenge!"

Seeing the excited expressions of the people in the Kendo Club, and no longer showing the fearful expressions before, Aokiji quietly smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, come!"

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PS: The front row sells the schoolmate’s shares, one share for each recommendation, buy the ticket and get on the bus!