The island country is very respectful of kendo, and for this reason it also includes kendo as one of the compulsory courses for students.

The samurai spirit learned by their kendo is like the chivalrous spirit of medieval European countries, which has a great influence on the education and philosophy of each of them's growth path. Therefore, as long as they can achieve something in this area, they will have a certain social status in this country.

In such a country, when Wang Qing moved quickly at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch, and swung the wooden knife, everyone held their breath and watched the scene tightly.

Wang Qing's posture of waving the wooden knife was ordinary, and it looked like a very ordinary slash, which could be done very accurately for almost every islander.

But what they think of kendo is certainly not so easy.

What the sword art practices is not only sword art against the enemy, but also learning and understanding the courageous and persevering momentum. This momentum is the focus of the sword art.

Wang Qing's current actions attracted them, and the reason why they unconsciously stopped other thoughts and actions was that they felt this momentum.

This kind of power that can be felt by others around you is something that only masters who have been immersed in kendo for many years can do.

However, the momentum displayed in Wang Qing’s “Sword Way” is different from what they have learned and understood.

It is not the spirit of moving forward bravely, nor the spirit of unnecessary sacrifice, but a... smell of blood!

Buzz —

A dull sound came from the tree.

The dark red wooden blade body passed by the dead ancient tree in front of him. The rough wooden knife in Wang Qing's hand was not sharp at all.

But this wooden knife that was not sharp at all showed indescribable lethality in his hands. It was deeply embedded in this giant tree that was unknown to the age of but had obviously lost its vitality.

Whether it was media reporters like Nakajima, or the starring actors who watched coldly, they were all stunned.

They finally understood what director Ototoki said was that Wang Qing had the most suitable ability for the character Kenshin Himemura.

This is a fake knife made of wood!

And that size is completely equipped with the absolutely "safe" wooden knife for students in the school.

But even such a wooden knife, which seemed to be slightly lower than a wooden stick, cut a large part of an ancient tree in Wang Qing's hands and sent half of the blades into the interior of the ancient tree.

In the silent venue, Wang Qing's eyes were plain and "pulled out" the wooden knife from the tree.

The whole process was easy, as if you were really taking back the sharp blade that was pierced from a person.

His eyes scanned the media reporters below, but his calm eyes seemed to have a strong sense of oppression.

Just like a creature at a higher level of life, when looking at a lower level of life, the indifference and ruthlessness that is unconsciously revealed.

"This is why Director Otoki chose me."

Wang Qing's eyes finally stopped on the Nakajima reporter who had been completely stunned. "He felt that the sword in my hand belonged to the sword of that era. He hoped that through this movie, I could show the glory that those ronin swordsmen in your island country's history should have."

"Are you satisfied if I explain this?"

Quiet.

Nakajima looked at Wang Qing in a daze, but he didn't answer.

Frowning, Wang Qingchao took a step forward and walked towards them.

And as he approached step by step, his eyes and his actions just now lingered in the hearts of every media reporter, deepening his impression over and over again.

When Wang Qing returned to the position he had just stood, all media reporters including Nakajima reporters took a step back unconsciously.

Yes, it's everyone.

Under his fierce gaze, out of the instinct of living things in the face of danger, all of them took a step back at the same time.

But when they stood still, they reacted from the unconscious behavior, and then looked at Wang Qing with even more horror, as if they were looking at some demon and monster.

"Nakajima reporter."

Looking at Nakajima who had not answered for a long time, Wang Qing looked at him coldly, "Although I can forgive you for not doing your homework or even lying before the interview, isn't it a bit too arrogant for you to ignore my questions?"

"I..."

He spoke up and stood in front of all media reporters. Nakajima, who is the representative, unconsciously took a step back. "Satisfied, your explanation is reasonable. I also think Director Ototo Katsu chose you to participate in this movie, which is really suitable."

At this time, he no longer had the appearance of making up refuting whatever they said just now. He just wanted to end it early and then stay away from Wang Qing's sight.

Although in this era, Nakajima knew very well that Wang Qing could not commit a crime in the street, facing his eyes and momentum, he still couldn't help but want to give in and avoid Wang Qing's gaze.

"Very good." Wang Qing nodded with satisfaction, put the wooden knife in his hand back into the prop pile just now, and returned it to the leading team behind.

In order to target Wang Qing, the island media specially found Nakajima, whom he had to leave with trembling feet. Of course, no one dared to ask Wang Qing some difficult questions that were difficult to answer, and no one even dared to do any interviews with him, the male protagonist.

No one asked questions. Wang Qing, who didn't like to show off his face on such occasions, was also happy to be leisurely. He acted as a background board next to him and looked at other people's interviews.

Most of them asked questions about what preparations the entire crew made in advance in order to make this movie well.

Of course, there are also casting issues, but compared to the difficulties he made when making things difficult for him as an outsider, when asking some local actors, these media reporters seemed very sensible, which made Wang Qing a little depressed.

The press conference of the opening ceremony lasted for about two or three hours. It just ended. Wang Qing learned that there was no plan to shoot in the afternoon and the official shooting began tomorrow. So he said goodbye to others and returned to the hotel to rest first.

Anyway, it seems that people here are quite repulsive of him, so he didn't think about putting a warm face on his cold butt to please others.

He came to the island country with only one purpose, that is, to make good films, and earn enough money for his studio to further improve his career, and to open up his own acting career, let his fame go abroad and spread to the whole world.

What he didn't know was that after he left, the other starring actors who had a standard smile on their faces and looked very distant, came to the ancient tree where Wang Qing had just waved his sword, staring at the deep cut above like a race.

As the heroine, Saki Takei went to the prop pile to find the wooden knife that Wang Qing had just used, and stroked the sword body in surprise.

"sharp!"

"This...is this still a wooden knife!"

"Is he the reincarnation of the Sword Saint?"
Chapter completed!