Miyamoto Shigeru easily dodged the sword. At this moment, Miyamoto appeared behind Jiang Guangrong at an accelerated pace. With a smug smile, Miyamoto slashed Jiang Guangrong on the back with his sword.

Miyamoto was not merciful. The force of the sword was so strong that Jiang Guangrong staggered forward, almost falling to the ground.

Miyamoto Shigeru's initial motive was revenge. Seeing the situation deteriorate, both sides decided to assess each other's strength. In the spirit of not daring to offend someone suspected of being related to the Qin Family, Miyamoto stopped in front of him, and at this moment, he saw an opportunity. He said in a deep voice, "Brother Jiang, victory is divided and shared. Do you want to continue?"

Jiang Guangrong looked back at Miyamoto, let out another roar, and staggered a step.

Miyamoto slightly shook his head and once again easily blocked Jiang Guangrong's sword. The wooden sword in his hand struck Jiang Guangrong's abdomen, and when Jiang Guangrong was defeated by his own mistake, he viciously hit Jiang Guangrong's right chest with the sword.

If Jiang Guangrong was hit hard, he would stagger back more than a dozen steps.

Miyamoto Yasuyuki smiled and said, "Brother Jiang, are you sure you want to continue? If you want to continue, to defeat you and make you lose the ability to fight, I will give you a heavy blow!"

Jiang Guangrong still didn't speak. He took a deep breath, once again grabbed the wooden sword, and charged towards Miyamoto.

Miyamoto Shinichi unveiled Jiang Guangrong's sword, and in no time, fiercely slashed Jiang Guangrong's right side and right shoulder.

Jiang Guangrong finally lost control of his body and fell to the ground. At this moment, Jiang Guangrong felt his entire right side was numb and unconscious.

Seeing this, Wei Xinyang couldn't stand it anymore and stood up anxiously, saying, "Brother Guangrong, give up! You hardly know any martial arts. It's not shameful to lose to a demon from a Martial Arts family!"

Miyamoto Zhengyi was obviously displeased with Wei Xinyang's words and stared at him discontentedly.

Jiang Guangrong struggled to stand up again with a wooden sword.

At this moment, many others from different fencing fields had come to watch, including Nangong Ying and Tian Jue.

Nangong's shadow couldn't help but hum coldly: "A person who doesn't know how to survive or die."

All the people from Company B glared angrily at Nangong Ying. Nan Hongying felt very embarrassed for a while. Although he was arrogant, he didn't dare to become an enemy of the company at the same time.

Tian Jue looked sympathetically at Jiang Guangrong and said softly, "Come on, Nangong is still very young. How do people survive and die? At least they dare to resist this Easterner, unlike some people..."

Of course, Nangong Ying understood Tian Jue's words. They coldly snorted and pretended not to hear Tian Jue, not going too far.

Miyamoto couldn't help but admire Jiang Guangrong. Regardless of why Jiang Guangrong accepted the challenge, or his skills, he admired Jiang Guangrong's perseverance.

Jiang Guangrong struggled to stand up, his body like a straw that the wind might blow down at any moment. Although he was swaying, he ultimately did not fall and once again raised the wooden sword towards Miyamoto.

Miyamoto Keiko, seeing this scene, couldn't help but be moved. Even though this person wanted to provoke him with his weak words, he admired his indomitable spirit. He knew continuing to fight would yield no result. When he thought of how Miyamoto had provoked Jiang Guangrong, Miyamoto Keiko, who was only interested in martial arts, couldn't help but feel curious. Internally, he wondered: what kind of woman is worth fighting for?

Miyamoto Keiko's doubts were greatly related to the cultural differences between the two countries. In the Eastern Country, men were absolutely superior to women. People from the Eastern Country would be surprised, eyes wide open, to see someone willing to do such things for a woman.

Miyamoto, also somewhat narrow-minded, reminded, "Brother Jiang, you have to admit defeat. I have never been stingy with a competitive opponent.

Qin Zheng retreated, shouting, "You idiot, do you know what you're saying? Are you crazy?"

Jiang Guangrong looked back at Qin Zheng, then continued staring at Miyamoto Zhengyi. Jiang Guangrong was obviously injured internally, with blood at the corner of his mouth. After a moment, Jiang Guangrong weakly said, "I owe her. I owe her too much in this lifetime. So I won't allow anyone to insult her. I don't care about my reputation, but I care about hers. I care about everything about her..."

Qin Zheng's eyes turned red. Ignoring Jiang Guangrong, a steel man from the northwest was almost crying. After a while, he cursed, "Idiot!"

Hearing Jiang Guangrong's words, Miyamoto Gongjing bowed respectfully to Jiang Guangrong, "I'm sorry, Brother Jiang Guangrong. I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to force you to duel with me. I'm ashamed of my previous actions and offer you my sincere apology!"

Jiang Guangrong shook his head gloomily, "No need!"

Miyamoto slowly raised his head, "Even if I apologize to you, as your opponent, out of respect for my opponent, if you don't admit defeat, I will not be merciful!"

Jiang Guangrong gently shook his head, a smile appearing on his face, "Thank you for your respect. Let's move!"

Miyamoto frowned, held his sword with both hands, placed his sword to the right, and reminded him, "Alright, let me remind Brother Jiang, I am ready for the duel. If Brother Jiang doesn't give up, I will use my sword to chop your head. Be careful!"

Jiang Guangrong nodded silently.

"Ah!" Miyamoto shouted, charging towards Jiang Guangrong.

Miyamoto Shigeru was also a trustworthy person. As expected, a sword aimed directly at Jiang Guangrong's head. Miyamoto thought to himself: Jiang Guangrong, surely you can block it with your sword, right? Unfortunately, you have no energy now. You can't block this sword. Even if you block it, I can still slide down from your level sword to your shoulder. No matter what, you won't be able to block it. Whether it hits your head or shoulder, you will fall to the ground and lose your combat power!

"It's time to end this match!" Miyamoto took a big drink, and with a heavy sword, he slashed Jiang Guangrong.

As Miyamoto had expected, Jiang Guangrong raised his sword horizontally as if to block Miyamoto's sword.

Miyamoto smiled to himself: It's useless. Do you think you can block it?

With this thought, Miyamoto gathered his courage, and his sword, like lightning, stabbed directly towards Jiang Guangrong's head.

A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Jiang Guangrong's mouth.

Though Miyamoto Shigeru had his own swordsmanship, the training he received from a young age meant he dared not underestimate his opponent. Although the sword in his hand slashed towards Jiang Guangrong, he continuously observed Jiang Guangrong's every move. Jiang Guangrong's strange smile naturally caught Miyamoto's eye, causing him a sudden sense of unease.

In the crowd, Miyamoto Keiko suddenly saw the two like a torch and couldn't help but blurt out in Dongyang language, "He's going to change his move!"

Sure enough, as Miyamoto Keiko's voice lowered, Jiang Guangrong changed his move!

When Jiang Guangrong reached his shoulder, he suddenly stopped, sliding in a very strange arc to Miyamoto's neck.

Miyamoto understood Jiang Guangrong's intention for a moment. Jiang Guangrong had no intention of defending at all. The original pose with the sword was just to confuse him! Jiang Guangrong wanted a mutual destruction!

However, for Miyamoto Shigeru, it was already too late to understand Jiang Meihao's intention. He had no chance to defend or dodge. Miyamoto's only hope was that his sword could hit the opponent faster than Jiang Meihao's sword.

Jiang Guangrong suddenly smiled: "Perhaps this is the best ending..."

Two clear sounds resounded throughout the fencing field.

Miyamoto Yi's sword heavily struck Jiang Guangrong's forehead, while at the same time, Jiang Guangrong mustered his last bit of strength to hit Miyamoto Yi's neck.