Seeing that his shouts were useless, Ichiryu could only curse under his breath before rushing towards Scribe.
While he disliked the challenge, that was no reason to take someone's life.
Whether it's your own or someone else's, life is always the most important thing.
This is one of the rules that the temple has passed down from generation to generation for over a century.
Although he had already sensed that Tetsuya was planning something, Scribe's face still didn't show much seriousness.
Just like before, he raised the Bamboo Sword Fragment and swung it out.
A seemingly effortless, weak strike clashed head-on with Tetsuya's murderous attack.
"You underestimate me?"
His body trembled with rage, and Tetsuya's expression was somewhat ferocious.
"This is the final blow!"
"Yes."
With a slight smile on his face, Scribe said calmly.
"This is the final blow."
Chapter 345 You've Passed
The next second, the two Bamboo Sword Fragment clashed together.
"It's too late!"
Seeing that the two Bamboo Sword Fragment had already made contact, Ichiryu, knowing that there wasn't enough time, subconsciously closed his eyes.
In his view, the Scribe's Bamboo Sword Fragment would undoubtedly be knocked away.
Next to suffer was his neck.
To be able to die with a complete body is probably considered lucky for the Scribe.
Just as he had expected.
After the ear-piercing crash, a scream followed.
But why does that scream sound so familiar?
Slowly opening his eyes, Ichiryu witnessed a shocking scene.
The Scribe remained in the same position.
But Tetsuya, who had leaped up, had already disappeared.
At that moment, Ichiryu understood.
The one who was sent flying was not the seemingly weak Scribe, but Tetsuya, who was among the top disciples.
"How did he do that?!"
Sweat dripped from Ichiryu's forehead as he stared in shock at Scribe, who casually tossed the Bamboo Sword Fragment aside.
Even if it were him, he wouldn't have been able to withstand Tetsuya's attack so easily.
If you try to take the hit head-on, you'd better end up with a broken bone.
But judging from the fact that Scribe still had the energy to joke around, he didn't seem injured at all.
"Just who is this guy?"
A sense of powerlessness washed over him, Ichiryu couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Could it be that the Soryu Dojo that I have always loved and cherished is about to be successfully overtaken today?
After sending Tetsuya flying with a single slash, the Scribe then looked at Ichiryu.
"What, as their teacher, shouldn't you say something?"
Standing amidst the wailing crowd, the Scribe grinned.
That scene practically screamed "I'm a bad guy!" on my forehead.
"You are indeed very strong."
Taking a deep breath, Ichiryu recovered from his shock.
"In my more than 30 years of life, I have never met anyone stronger than you."
"But!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ichiryu took a step and stomped heavily on the ground.
"Even so, I will not let you tarnish the honor of our Soryu Dojo!"
After speaking, Ichiryu roared and charged towards Scribe.
"Take this!"
Despite knowing he was no match for the Scribe, Ichiryu still dared to launch an attack.
A powerful punch was thrown, flying towards the Scribe's head.
With a calm smile, Scribe simply raised his hand and blocked Ichiryu's fist.
'What?
Seeing his attack easily blocked by his opponent, Ichiryu felt a chill in his heart.
Hearing is not as good as seeing, and seeing is not as good as experiencing.
Only through personal experience can one truly understand the gap between oneself and others.
Scribe glanced at Ichiryu, then gently squeezed his wrist.
I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, followed by a tingling sensation that spread throughout my body.
With a thud, Ichiryu Long knelt on one knee, clearly realizing his own weakness.
Following the other person's wrist upwards, Scribe then tightly gripped the other person's shoulder.
With a flick of his wrist, he swung Ichiryu into the air.
That's right, they swung a strong man weighing nearly 200 pounds into the air.
After spinning in the air, Ichiryu crashed heavily back to the ground.
He felt a tightness in his chest and a tightness in his throat.
"Woo-wah"
After coughing up a mouthful of blood, I felt much better.
"Okay, that's about right."
Seeing Ichiryu cough up blood, Scribe said with a smile.
"Try your wrist again, doesn't it feel much easier?"
Upon hearing this, Ichiryu subconsciously raised his wrist and shook it a few times.
At that moment, he was surprised to find that his wrist, which had felt somewhat heavy, was much lighter than before.
Then, recalling the blood clots he had just vomited, Ichiryu instantly understood.
Although it seems that the Scribe has defeated himself.
But in reality, the other person was treating themselves.
Not only did it relax my wrists, but it also cured my long-standing ailment.
This isn't some challenger, he's practically a miracle doctor.
"It seems you've already realized that."
The Scribe waved his hand dismissively.
"Didn't I tell you? I'm treating your illnesses."
"Forehead."
His face flushed slightly, Ichiryu felt a little embarrassed.
He had naturally heard what the Scribe and Tetsuya had said earlier.
At the time, Tetsuya and I shared the same view that the Scribe was fooling us.
But the truth had already told them what the Scribe had been doing.
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly, an idea popped into Ichiryu's mind.
Would this young man in front of me give all my other disciples such a "peculiar" treatment package?
As they were thinking this, some of the disciples who had fainted woke up.
"The timing is perfect."
Looking at the disciples of the dojo who had just woken up and whose faces were still somewhat bewildered, Scribe did not forget to say something.
"Now you should believe me, right?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a furious voice came from behind him.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Looking in the direction of the sound, it turned out to be Tetsuya, who had been knocked away by the Scribe, running over again.
He was also unconscious for a period of time after being knocked away.
But soon, thanks to his strong physical abilities, he woke up.
Unaware of the changes in his own body, he was only thinking about seeking revenge on Scribe.
"Wait a minute, Tetsuya!"
Knowing that the Scribe was doing a good deed, Ichiryu stepped forward and hugged Tetsuya in his arms.
"Let me go, let me go, Teacher Ichiryu!"
Even as he struggled desperately, Tetsuya kept his eyes fixed on Scribe.
He looked as if he wanted to shoot a laser beam from his eyes.
The other disciples were also confused when they saw Ichiryu stopping Tetsuya.
Why is it that their own teacher is defending the person who challenged them?
"What are you putting down?"
"Grab Tetsuya tightly, "Ichiryu shouted.
Haven't you noticed any changes in your bodies? Hurry up and thank them!
As soon as Ichiryu said that, some of the quicker-witted disciples noticed the changes in their bodies.
'Hey, my injured arm feels much better now.'
"Yes, look, it's not red and swollen here anymore."
"Me too, me too, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, my chest feels much better."
As more and more people spoke, Tetsuya felt his body become much lighter.
Some lingering ailments from exercising have also disappeared.
He gradually realized that he might have acted impulsively.
"Yes, Tetsuya, that gentleman was doing it for our own good,"
Takashima, who had been the first to faint, also woke up and went to Tetsuya's side to offer words of comfort.
"Look, my misaligned bones have all been corrected."
After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to bow to the Scribe.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong before. I must have misunderstood you."
"You did nothing wrong, you were just doing your duty."