The Repeat

Culling the weak and keeping the strong—I didn't know how far this was from the so-called bushido or whether it had strayed from that ideal, but in Mo Xiaofei's eyes, Nagato Shinji at least saw things this way.

As for how to use power, Mo Xiaofei had long since made up his mind and had no intention of changing his original resolve... but that didn't mean he didn't know how to adapt.

There was still no news from the class monitor and the others. How could he have time to keep dragging things out with the Nagato Family?

"Then let's duel." Mo Xiaofei rose and looked at the tip of the blade in Nagato Shinji's hand. He said solemnly, "However, I won't use a weapon."

"You dare look down on me?" Nagato Shinji's face immediately filled with anger.

Unwilling to keep arguing, Mo Xiaofei said, "Fine, then. I'll draw my sword when the time is right... But are you really planning to fight here?"

"For a samurai, every place is a battlefield!" Nagato Shinji shouted. He raised his sword high above his head with both hands, placed one foot before the other in a straight line, leaned forward slightly, and charged over.

To Mo Xiaofei... he was too slow.

Mo Xiaofei turned sideways and casually shifted his foot, directly sending Nagato Shinji sprawling onto the floor. Nagato Shinji hurriedly got back up, his cheeks burning. Seeing his father and uncle still sitting calmly ahead of him made him feel even worse. "Damn it!!"

He swung horizontally again, his movements seemingly thrown into disorder by his anger... Mo Xiaofei simply stepped back and easily avoided the attack. Compared to Long Xiruo's training, this samurai's attacks were utterly incomparable.

*The teacher has been beating me up from every direction lately. It's practically