Chapter 737: All the Experts of Shiwei Hall vs. Dual Swordsmanship Great Sword Hero Chiba Daisaburo [7000]

Chapter 737 -26: All the Experts of Shiwei Hall vs. Dual Swordsmanship Great Sword Hero Chiba Daisaburo [7000]

Since the start of the match, Mukiwa’s gaze never left Aoto.

She watched every move Aoto made, without blinking.

Her facial expressions changed vividly with Aoto’s changing predicament.

When Aoto was surrounded, she looked tense.

When Aoto overcame danger, she breathed a sigh of relief.

When Aoto defeated his opponent, she beamed with joy.

The shy Mukiwa only displayed such a rich array of emotions in the presence of Aoto, or in very few other situations… for instance, when her face was covered with a veil or mask.

Upon witnessing Aoto defeat the last opponent standing in front of him, which was Kawashima, Mukiwa, overwhelmed by joy and excitement, instinctively patted her plump thighs with both hands while softly exclaiming, “Great, so great!”

In the past, there was Xin Qiji patting all over the railing, and now there was Mukiwa furiously patting her fleshy legs.

The brisk “pop, pop, pop” of her thigh patting attracted the attention of many onlookers nearby.

To the introverted and shy Mukiwa, these gazes felt like little knives cutting into her.

Her pretty face turned crimson in an instant, with what seemed like steam wafting from her head, Mukiwa quickly lowered her head, huddled her shoulders, and tried to make herself as small as possible.

“S-Sorry… I disturbed everyone…”

This little episode didn’t garner much attention.

Aside from a few lustful people eyeing Mukiwa’s cute face like licking, the rest just looked at her curiously for a moment before withdrawing their gaze.

“…Young Master.”

Kiryu suddenly spoke up, casting a sidelong glance that conveyed his amused emotion toward Mukiwa.

“Don’t get so excited, it’s not time to relax just yet.”

The moment Kiryu imparted his advice, he adopted a meaningful tone.

“The match isn’t over yet.”

Unfortunately, Mukiwa, still lost in her shame, didn’t catch the implied meaning in Kiryu’s words.

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On the other side of the “spectator stands”—

“I-I…sorry…I’m…I’m late…”

A young male voice, panting heavily, accompanied by hurried footsteps, suddenly rose behind Zhouzhu and the others.

“Fujimura, why are you just arriving now?” Nagakura asked the newcomer in confusion.

The newcomer was a short, young samurai — Aoto’s other subordinate: Fujimura Heisuke.

Though Fujimura, considering his identity as a disciple of the Ito Sword Dojo, didn’t lodge as a guest at Shiwei Hall like Nagakura and Harada, he often visited Aoto, who was recuperating at Shiwei Hall.

In the process, Fujimura unknowingly became familiar with everyone at Shiwei Hall.

As such, he had already received an invitation, “Come watch the match today.”

“A Red and White Battle with Xuanwu Hall? Sounds interesting, I’ll definitely come to watch!”— Fujimura had replied at the time.

However, from the official start of the match until now, the folks at Shiwei Hall had yet to see Fujimura’s shadow.

Everyone, Aoto included, thought Fujimura wasn’t coming.

“Sorry…ha…ha…”

His face running with sweat and flushing intensely, Fujimura quickly hurried to Zhouzhu and the others, bending down with his hands on his knees, gasping greedily for air.

“Today I…ha…ha…accidentally…ha…overslept…how’s the match…ha…over?”

While wiping off sweat, Fujimura looked up and stared ahead at the arena.

“Not over yet,” Harada chuckled a few times, “but it should be soon; Xuanwu Hall has only 1 person left, and we at Shiwei Hall still have 5 people.”

“Really?”

Fujimura blinked vigorously and then quickly focused intently on the spectacle in the arena.

At this moment, an elderly, helplessly amused laughter suddenly echoed.

“Ho ho ho… ‘But it should be soon’…”

Zhouzhu repeated Harada’s earlier words before softly speaking while stroking his smooth chin.

“The match is far from over. You young ones, your horizons still need broadening.”

“Hm?” Harada tilted his head and looked at Zhouzhu in confusion.

Nagakura, Saito, Fujimura, and others also directed their gazes towards Zhouzhu.

The Zhouzhu, being unabashed under everyone’s direct stares, calmly remarked:

“Have none of you witnessed Chiba Daisaburo’s true abilities?”

Zhouzhu emphasized the words “true abilities” with a peculiar tone.

“Yong, Mr. Tachibana, Sui San, Toshisuke, Gen; their abilities are indeed impressive.”

“But in the Martial Arts path, they still have a long way to go.”

“There’s still… quite a gap between them and martial artists of Chiba Daisaburo’s caliber.”

“Have you all forgotten who Chiba Daisaburo is?”

Upon saying this, Zhouzhu took on a self-mocking tone.

“He’s the current Hall Master of Xuanwu Hall and the Second Generation Leader of the Beichen One-Sword School.”

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In the arena—

Superior cardiorespiratory function compared to the average person… In Aoto’s own opinion, this should be the most useful talent he copied today.

Whether in Martial Arts or in everyday life, good cardiorespiratory function is very useful.

The so-called cardiorespiratory function refers to the human body’s ability to pump blood and intake oxygen through the lungs.