Chapter 8: Extremely Insulting

"Kid, are you here to joke around? It's my first time seeing someone willingly step up to get beaten." Hiroshi Aso scratched his head, eliciting laughter from the audience below.

Facing the mocking laughter from the audience, Cyrus simply raised his middle finger silently.

"Sorry, not targeting anyone specific here, but what I mean is, you're all trash."

When Cyrus calmly uttered these words, a loud bang! Instantly ignited the fury of everyone present. Several hotheaded individuals were itching to rush forward and give him a punch.

"Damn it! Hiroshi, teach him a lesson!"

"So arrogant! Hiroshi Aso, step down. I'll take this match."

Yuuji and his friends were completely dumbfounded. If they had known this guy could provoke so much hatred, they would never have let him step up.

"Good, I've been looking forward to this." Hiroshi Aso in the center of the ring was so angry that his chest heaved up and down. He even wished he could crush Cyrus's teeth with his back molars.

Seeing these people so enraged, Cyrus smiled instead.

This smile of his was extraordinarily insulting.

Even before the referee could announce the start, Hiroshi swung his sword towards Cyrus, the wooden sword whistling through the air. Everyone in the audience subconsciously widened their eyes, afraid of missing this satisfying moment of retribution.

"Too slow, Hiroshi-san. Did you not have enough to eat?" In Cyrus's eyes, his speed seemed laughable. With his current level of swordsmanship, he could even predict the angle and force of Hiroshi's strikes.

Cyrus stepped back slightly, and Hiroshi's sword tip just missed his chest by a millimeter.

Snap! The next moment, Cyrus's blade landed precisely on Hiroshi Aso's hand, and what's it like to be hit by a tendon? Hiroshi Aso couldn't help but cry out in pain and reflexively grabbed his injured hand.

"You're not up to par either. Just thinking that my seniors are all like you makes me feel absurd."

As a strong person, you have to humiliate the weak.

Just like Cyrus, every time he hit his opponent, he would mock him.

Hiroshi Aso knew that the other party was deliberately provoking him, so he tried hard to adjust his mentality. However, even so, he couldn't keep up with Cyrus's rhythm, and he couldn't even see Cyrus's sword movements.

After a few rounds.

Hiroshi Aso was sweating profusely, while Cyrus beside him remained calm and composed.

At this moment, there was silence in the audience. The shocked gazes of everyone present couldn't be hidden. After all, they had never seen anyone who could effortlessly dominate Hiroshi Aso almost playfully. It was unimaginable, and their worldview was collapsing.

"You're too weak, Hiroshi-san."

Hiroshi Aso curled up in pain on the ground, but because Cyrus didn't attack his sword hand, he still held onto the wooden sword.

"Damn it!" Hiroshi Aso, seeing the questioning gazes from the audience below, suddenly jumped up, his eyes bloodshot, and attacked Cyrus's lower body. It's worth noting that there are no protective gear in that position, and generally speaking, students wouldn't attack that position during a duel.

The sudden dangerous scene.

Caused many people to exclaim, and Yuuji and others in the audience nervously shouted.

"Cyrus, be careful of the sneak attack."

However, Cyrus on the stage seemed to have anticipated long ago that Hiroshi Aso would act recklessly. With a snap, he sent his wooden sword flying out of his hand. At the same time, Cyrus's sword tip was aimed directly at Hiroshi Aso's throat.

The referee, who had just recovered his senses, hurriedly pulled the two apart.

Hiroshi Aso at this moment still hadn't reacted, just staring blankly ahead with vacant eyes.

"Still daydreaming? It's already over," Cyrus reminded.

"Impossible, it must be you... it's you..." Hiroshi Aso struggled to accuse him of cheating but couldn't spit it out. He forced himself to argue, "If I hadn't used up my energy fighting Yuuji, there's no way I would have lost to you."

Seeing Hiroshi Aso stubbornly making excuses, Cyrus turned directly to the group of senior students. "Trash is trash, always finding excuses for themselves. If you can't handle it, come at me together."

With that, he raised his middle finger again, smiling.

"Bastard, don't think we're afraid of you."

With consecutive insults, several people couldn't take it anymore, drawing their swords and charging towards Cyrus on the stage.

"Are you crazy?!" Cyrus casually swung his sword, tossing it aside. Honestly, these chickens and dogs weren't even worth his attention.

As cries of pain echoed, the previously aggressive individuals were now clutching their right hands in agony.

This scene stunned Yuuji. At that moment, a phrase Cyrus had said echoed in his mind.

"I've studied it for a while; it's a pretty good sport."

"This isn't just studying for a while. I'm afraid even those professional swordsmen can't compare to Him."

As he was lost in thought, Cyrus had already descended from the stage. With a slap on Yuuji's shoulder, he said nonchalantly, "Tell me, can I apply for iron sword training? This thing is too light."

Yuuji snapped out of it, his face flushed with excitement. He nodded eagerly like a chick pecking at grain. "Definitely no problem. You're going to be famous now. I guarantee everyone in the school will know about you tomorrow. You're too powerful, Sword Saint! You're the Sword Saint himself."

Now, people around them were looking at Cyrus with fervent eyes, some even with a hint of reverence.

"I'm not a Sword Saint; I've just studied swordsmanship a bit," Cyrus modestly waved his hand.

"No, you're the strongest swordsman I've ever seen. Even the president couldn't defeat so many people in such a short time."

The admiration of people for the strong is unimaginable.

At this moment, Cyrus had become an idol for many members of the Kendo Club.

Cyrus found it difficult to adapt to suddenly becoming an idol and hurriedly left the crowd. Later, under Yuuji's guidance, he successfully applied for an iron sword made for daily training.

Walking down the streets of Tokyo, Cyrus carried a long object wrapped in black cloth on his back. His slightly upturned mouth showed that he was in a good mood. It's no wonder people around the world want to be his fans; this feeling of being admired is special.

However, Cyrus didn't linger in this feeling for too long. He never forgot his pursuit—to become a true ultimate being. Everything is ephemeral; only strength and truth can be eternal.

The sky darkened gradually.

Cyrus walked down paths rarely traveled by people.

He vaguely remembered that in the original work, parasitic creatures usually hunted solitary humans in remote places.

Rustle... Under the moonlight, on the road behind Cyrus, a deep shadow with a crooked neck was reflected.

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