Eighth Dan Kendo Master

There was only Ron's voice.

Everyone found it difficult to breathe.

Sniper rifle, 1,800 meters. Ten shots were all bullseye. What kind of bullshit was that?

And it was consecutive shots.

If that was the case, how far would he be able to control external factors such as direction and resistance? To reach the peak?

Also, the sniper rifle had a strong recoil force. This would affect the accuracy of a shooter.

However, Ron was able to shoot continuously and hit the same spot. How scary was that?

If they were on the battlefield, did it mean that after ten strikes, before the enemy could react, the ten important people who had exposed themselves would be dead?

This was a result that no one dared to believe, and it happened right before their eyes.

They knew that Ron was not only a hundred times stronger, but his five senses were also dozens or even a hundred times stronger.

Ron could still do it without the help of the 10x scope, let alone 1,800 meters.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Sean said with a smile, "Mr. Ron's marksmanship is almost unparalleled. Amazing, amazing—we lost this round wholeheartedly."

"The second round will be decided by Mr. Ron."

"What's there to suggest? I'm on leave today, and I've wasted too much time coming to your place. I want to spar with the one you're best at."

"Mr. Ron is such a straightforward person."

Sean frowned and said, "Mr. Satoki, I'll have to trouble you."

"Satoki—"

At the mention of this name, Mary's expression turned ugly.

"It can't be him…"

However, when the vermillion door opened, a kendo practitioner walked out.

Mary looked desperate.

"Ron, we're screwed."

"Girl, do you have so little confidence in me?"

"You're still joking at a time like this? If I remember correctly, this Satoki is an 8-dan kendo master."

"Is 8-dan very powerful?"

Mary shook her head and said, "The eighth stage of swordsmanship is the highest level of swordsmanship. There are less than five people in the entire Rainbow Nation at this level. This is definitely a world-class expert."

Mary accepted it quickly for Ron to understand everything.

"Ron, you'd better let him win. You're no match for him."

Ron was surprised.

He did not expect to see such a world-class expert here.

"Sean, I don't know how to spar. My sword principle is that dueling is life and death. I won't hold back."

Satoki was different from the man in black. He did not give Sean any face at all.

Sean smiled awkwardly. "Master Satoki, if you make an exception this time, I'll ask our boss to allow the Fire Demon Sword on your hands."

Zuo Tengmu's eyes lit up.

The treasured sword of a warrior was like the precious horse of a general. It was as precious as life itself.

"Alright, it's a deal. I'll spar with this kid."

Satoki looked at Ron.

Sean gave Ron a sword.

"Mr. Ron, I can only let you suffer a little. Your blade is slightly worse than Master Satoki's."

"Hmph, I won't take advantage of anyone. Kid, you can use mine."

With that, Satoki threw his blade at Ron.

Ron caught the sword.

"Master, can your knife be faster than a bullet?"

"Within twenty steps, no one can outmatch me with a gun," Satoki said.

These words were very arrogant.

That meant that within twenty steps, no matter what gun you were holding, it would be useless against me.

Waving the sword in his hand, it was as light as a feather.

"Then I'll give you some face to lose later."

Ron said.

The crowd instantly fell silent.

These words were even more arrogant.

Satoki laughed and said, "Young man, I admire you a little. When I was young, I had the same personality as you."

"However, it's good for young people to be arrogant. They need to have the corresponding strength."

Satoki got into his stance.

With sword in hand, he seemed to have become one with the sword. In that instant, the man was the sword, and the sword was the man.

The highest state of kendo was to become one with the sword.

A man was a sword, and a sword was a man. There was no weakness. From that angle, Satoki was the sword itself, and the weapon itself had no weakness.

"Kid, I'll give in to you. You go first."

"Forget it, I'll respect my elders. If I kill you instantly, that would be bad."

Ron laughed.

"Arrogant."

As soon as Satoki finished speaking, he moved, and time seemed to have stopped.

The trajectory of the sword seemed to slash at Ron's forehead, or at Ron's throat.

It was about to cut through Ron's stomach.

If someone slowed down their movements, they would not be able to capture the trajectory of the attack.

This was truly the embodiment of Kenshin.

Even Ron had never imagined that the pinnacle of human swordsmanship would reach such a level.

However, in his eyes, the opponent's mysterious strike was as slow as a turtle's crawl.

He had enough time to break the balance between the moves.

For a moment, before anyone could react, Ron moved behind Satoki and moved the sword toward his neck.

Suddenly, the skin around his neck tightened.

Ron's heart skipped a beat. He did not have time to think too much and immediately rolled twice.

Swish!

A blade flashed past where Ron had been.

The trajectory of the blade was right at Ron's neck.

No one knew what happened at that moment.

He saw Ron come up behind Satoki, and then two more somersaults.

Ron's eyes widened.

Satoki's face was filled with disbelief.

Even his sword heart was unstable.

What was Kenshin? It was the will of the sword to take a life.

If Satoki had not suddenly sensed his kenshin's warning, he would have believed that he had been defeated.

"Kid, how did you do it?"

Satoki asked in shock.

Ron stood where he was and said, "I'm not stupid. I stood where I was and let you cut, but you didn't cut me from behind, so of course I went behind you."

"Unfortunately, you do have some skill."

Satoki was very dissatisfied with Ron's answer.

He thought it was a perfunctory response.

Ever since he reached the 8-dan Sword Dao and obtained Kenshin, he had never lost.

How did he get outmatched?

"In that case, boy, I'm here a 100% now. Be careful."

With that, Satoki charged at Ron and slashed.

The seemingly ordinary sword was filled with endless killing intent.