Dude, are you kidding me? This is the first time I've seen someone voluntarily come on stage to get beaten." Asō Yoshihiro scratched his head, eliciting a burst of laughter from the audience.
Faced with the ridicule from the crowd, Xia Shang silently raised his middle finger.
"Sorry, I'm not targeting any one of you here, I mean, you're all trash."
When Xia Shang calmly said this, boom! It instantly ignited everyone's anger. Several hot-tempered guys couldn't wait to rush in front of Xia Shang and give him a couple of punches.
"Baka! Asō-kun, teach him a lesson!"
"That's too arrogant, Asō Yoshihiro, you come down, I'll fight this match."
Yūji and his group were completely dumbfounded at this time. If they had known this guy's ability to attract hatred was so strong, they wouldn't have let him go up no matter what.
"Very good, I can't wait to start." Asō Yoshihiro in the center of the ring was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, and he even wished he could crush Xia Shang with his molars.
Seeing these people so angry, Xia Shang laughed instead.
His smile was extremely insulting.
Asō Yoshihiro didn't even wait for the referee to say start, and swung his sword at Xia Shang. The wooden sword whistled in the air, and seeing that it was about to land on Xia Shang, the audience subconsciously widened their eyes, for fear of missing the satisfying moment.
"Too slow, Asō-san, are you not full?" His speed was extremely ridiculous in Xia Shang's eyes. With his current level of swordsmanship, he could even predict the angle and force of the opponent's swing.
Xia Shang took two steps back slightly, and Asō Yoshihiro's sword tip brushed past one centimeter away from his chest.
Pa! The next second, Xia Shang's blade accurately struck the back of Asō Yoshihiro's hand. What is it like to be hit on a nerve? Asō Yoshihiro couldn't help but cry out in pain, and reflexively covered his injured hand.
"You're not good either. When I think that my seniors are all of this kind, it really makes me feel incredible."
As a strong person, you must humiliate the weak fiercely.
Just like Xia Shang, every time he hit the opponent, he would ridicule him.
Asō Yoshihiro knew that this was the other party deliberately trying to anger him, so he tried to adjust his mentality. However, even so, he could no longer keep up with Xia Shang's rhythm, and couldn't even see Xia Shang's sword movements clearly.
After a few rounds.
Asō Yoshihiro was already sweating profusely, while Xia Shang on the side was calm and relaxed.
At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes revealed shock. After all, they had never seen anyone who could completely abuse Asō Yoshihiro in an almost playful way. This was simply unimaginable, and their worldviews were collapsing.
"Too weak, Asō-san."
Asō Yoshihiro curled up on the ground in pain, but because Xia Shang did not attack the hand holding his sword, he still held the wooden sword in his hand.
"Baka, I'm going to kill you!" Asō Yoshihiro seemed to see the questioning gazes of the audience. He suddenly jumped up and attacked Xia Shang's lower body with red eyes. You must know that there is no protective gear below, and generally in duels, the students will not attack that position.
The sudden and thrilling scene.
Made many people exclaim, and Yūji and others in the audience shouted out nervously.
"Xia-jun, be careful of the sneak attack."
However, Xia Shang on the stage seemed to have expected that Asō Yoshihiro would jump over the wall in desperation. With a pa sound, he knocked the wooden sword in his hand away. At the same time, the tip of Xia Shang's sword was pointing at Asō Yoshihiro's throat.
The referee, who had just recovered, hurriedly pulled the two apart.
At this time, Asō Yoshihiro had not recovered, and saw him Sluggish in place, his eyes dull.
"Still in a daze? It's over."
Xia Shang reminded him appropriately.
"Impossible, it must be you… it's you…" Asō Yoshihiro couldn't say the word cheating for a long time, so he had to forcibly argue: "If I hadn't used up my physical strength when I was fighting Yūji, I wouldn't have lost to you."
Seeing Asō Yoshihiro's stubbornness, Xia Shang directly turned to look at the senior students, "Trash is trash, always likes to find excuses for themselves. If it really doesn't work, you can all come together."
After speaking, he smiled and raised his middle finger again.
"Bastard, don't think we're afraid of you."
With repeated insults, several people could no longer bear it. They all raised their swords and rushed towards Xia Shang on the stage.
"What, are you not convinced?"
Xia Shang flicked his hand casually and threw out a sword flower. To be honest, he didn't take these rabble seriously at all.
With bursts of painful cries, the few people who were still aggressive just now immediately hugged their right hands and wailed.
This scene stunned Yūji. At this moment, a sentence Xia Shang had said suddenly echoed in his mind.
"I used to study for a while, this is a very good sport."
"This is not just studying for a while, I'm afraid even those professional swordsmen can't compare to Xia-jun."
While he was in a daze, Xia Shang had already walked down from the stage, put a hand on Yūji's shoulder, and said leisurely: "Do you think I can apply for iron sword training? After all, this thing is too light."
Yūji came back to his senses, his face flushed with excitement, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "There's definitely no problem, you're going to be famous this time, I guarantee the whole school will know of your existence tomorrow, too powerful, Sword Saint! You are the Sword Saint himself."
The Japanese people's admiration for the strong is unimaginable.
At this time, Xia Shang had become the idol of many members of the Kendo Club.
Xia Shang was unable to adapt to the feeling of becoming an idol for a while, and hurriedly walked out of the crowd. After that, under the leadership of Yūji, he successfully applied for a steel-made iron sword for daily training.
Walking on the streets of Tokyo, Xia Shang carried a long object wrapped in black cloth behind him. It was not difficult to see from the corners of his raised mouth that he was in a good mood now. No wonder the Homelander wanted everyone in the world to become his fans. This feeling of being worshiped is very special.
However, Xia Shang did not immerse himself in this feeling for too long. He had never forgotten his pursuit, to become a truly ultimate creature. Everything is illusory, only strength and truth can be eternal.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
The direction Xia Shang was walking was all deserted paths.
He vaguely remembered that the Parasytes in the original work usually hunted down lone humans in remote places.
Rustle… Under the moonlight, a deep shadow with a crooked neck was reflected on the road behind Xia Shang.