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Miyamoto Musashi laughed wildly and shouted, and then used a full-strength diagonal slash to temporarily force the opponent back: "Anjuro, be careful!"

Holding the sword with both hands instantly changed to holding the sword with one hand with his right arm, holding it empty with his left hand, and a shorter invisible Kodachi appeared directly out of thin air. It was derived from his consciousness, and it was something that no swordsman in the Warring States Period could achieve. The highest theoretical realm——

"No knife".

Use the invisible blade to cut off the visible body, break the muscles and bones, and damage the consciousness and spirit.

There is a blade in my heart, and the knife appears in my hand, even now...

It also has a faint real weight.

His hands naturally drooped, and his knees suddenly relaxed. Almost in the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Musashi's burly body disappeared directly from the place like a spring.

The arms he waved at the same time seemed to have completely disappeared from the sword and his forearms.

That instantly increased the speed of the sword swing to an incredible level, and was accompanied by dozens of invisible slashes that appeared at the same time.

"'First class every day'."

Miyamoto Musashi, who had already completed the close approach, stared at the swordsman in front of him with wide eyes, and slashed out the unparalleled blade in his hand with all his strength.

Even if there is a two-meter-high boulder in front of him at this time, it will still be cut off without any suspense.

In response to this, Purgatory Anjurou's pupils shrank, and the vital points in his body felt like being pricked by needles. This was instinctive signaling of danger.

The range of this slash... cannot be completely avoided.

Judging this in an instant, Purgatory Anjuro twisted his wrist, took a breath, took a step back, and then swung the side sword violently, centering on himself, and unleashed a swirling fire slash.

"'Breath of Fire·Four Types·Whirlpool of Prosperous Flame'"

Clang, Clang, Clang——

A dozen thought slashes were all blocked, and all of them were dissipated in the flames on the blade.

The sword that was chopped down at the speed of sound was directly deflected, and he almost lost his grip.

But at some point, the invisible Kodachi broke through the defense of the flame vortex at a tricky angle, and swung upwards to chop the opponent's chin.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the handle of the knife hit his wrist accurately. The pain that was transmitted made Miyamoto Musashi's eyes open wider.

"Musashi, your strange way of swinging the sword is really hard to guard against."

Purgatory Anjuro sighed in admiration, ignoring the blood line that appeared on the back of his hand at an unknown time, taking a heavy step forward, and swung the Nichirin sword in his hand from bottom to top in a rapid arc-shaped slash like fierce flames.

That is the second sword type in Breath of Fire——

"'The rising flames'."

"Clang-Click!!!"

Almost subconsciously, he leaned back sharply, blocking the "National Tiger" in front of him while still retreating sharply.

Miyamoto Musashi, who instinctively tilted his head, had not had time to recover from the shock that the opponent easily blocked his full-strength slash with an unheard-of move. The crisp sound of the blade breaking again reached his ears, and... ....

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through skin and flesh.

"..."

He looked down in shock, seeing blood staining his black cloth. A conspicuous line of blood spread from his chest muscles to his left shoulder, sending waves of familiar yet unfamiliar stinging pain.

Decades later, he was wounded by a swordsman's blade again.

"Musashi, the victory or defeat has been decided..."

“It’s not over yet!!!”

A somewhat rude roar interrupted Purgatory Anjuro's words, and his red eyes like a devil stared at him.

The long knife slashed hard.

A crimson sharp blade resisted the attack, but was cut slightly downward by the insanely huge force.

On the wooden floor under your feet, two shallow pits with dense cracks appeared directly due to the unloading force, and sawdust scattered everywhere.

Looking at the other party's ferocious look like a hungry wolf, Purgatory Anjuro's smile faded a little, and he frowned slightly and said in confusion.

"Musashi, what do you mean?"

In his opinion, the knife that hurt the opponent just now was enough to determine the winner.

After all, this is just a discussion, not hunting cannibals and dividing life and death.

"The sparring isn't over yet, you just cut too shallowly!!!"

The facial muscles trembled, and Miyamoto Musashi shouted loudly while pressing down the sword desperately.

"It only cut the skin and didn't even damage the muscles. This kind of point-and-shoot slash... What kind of victory or defeat is considered? Anjuro, are you looking down on me, Miyamoto Musashi? !! "

Clang, clang, clang!

The sharp sword began to slash continuously like a storm. The angle of the sword was tricky, and it was pointed directly at the vital point. The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of the dynamic vision of the human eye, but -

Still being blocked by all.

Facing the opponent's increasingly crazy slashes, Purgatory Anjuro kept retreating, while a look of shock and confusion flashed across his face.

He couldn't figure out why the other party was so angry suddenly?

This is just a discussion.

Even the Wind Pillar Immortal Kawa Saneya, who values ​​the outcome of the game the most in the Demon Slayer Corps, would not be like this.

Obviously in the short time we got together, the other party seemed to be a very rational person.

A strange feeling emerged from Purgatory Anjuro's heart.

He didn't know that this was a difference from the times, a difference in the concept of winning and losing in the comparative test, a huge difference like a world of difference.

You know, Miyamoto Musashi has won more than a hundred battles with various swordsmen in his life, and because of this, he has become famous and enjoyed all the glory and wealth. In that war-torn era, defeat in the competition often meant that ...

die.

And even if he survives, he will become a stepping stone for others. The reputation he accumulated in the past will plummet, and he will fall directly from the high position back to the bottom.

This was not allowed to happen to any swordsman at that time!

"Come again, come again - come again!"

He swung the sword in his hand more fiercely and rapidly, and the invisible Kodachi struck with all his strength without stopping, accompanied by a series of invisible consciousness.

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth and stepped forward wider and faster.

He roared like he did on the battlefield.

"Purgatory Anjuro, what are you hiding from? Fight back!!!"

The angry roar echoed throughout the dojo, and the complex emotions contained in it made Tokugawa Mitsunari, who had been hiding in the corner, look silent.

Because even an old ordinary person like him can see an obvious fact.

That is from the Warring States Period of four hundred years, the unparalleled swordsman in the world, the most powerful pronoun, Miyamoto Musashi...

Going to lose.

This made him unable to speak to himself for a long time, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words. However, the eyes that were watching the battle in the field never moved away and remained fixed.

He wanted to witness with his own eyes the final result of this battle.

At this time, the smile on Purgatory Anjurou's face had disappeared at some point. While he kept waving the Nichirin sword in his hand, he also looked at the scarred man in front of him with a serious face and had experienced hundreds of battles.

Even now, he still doesn't understand the other party's strange obsession with victory, but he has confirmed one thing.

That is, if he wants to decide the outcome, he must directly decide the outcome of the battle with an undisputed move.

Musashi, I'm sorry...

The competition is coming to an end.

“Chang!!!!!”

The pace that was originally retreating suddenly stopped, and the fierce collision between the crimson blade and the silver sword made a huge sound, which was constantly shaking the eardrums of everyone present.

Veins bulged in the muscles of his arms, but he could no longer press down any further.

Just when Miyamoto Musashi was about to scream and overextend his body, he was stunned when he met the eyes of the person in front of him.

Because he didn't know if it was his imagination, but he seemed to see in those eyes——

A raging fire like hell was ignited.

"boom----"

At this time, an unstoppable force suddenly came from the sword.

The tiger's mouth holding the sword had already cracked, and Miyamoto Musashi was directly cut away this time. While he was shocked, he rolled in mid-air to adjust his posture, relieved his strength, and landed steadily.

But before he could rush forward again, the sky filled with fire filled his entire field of vision.

His footsteps paused, and under his dull gaze, a ferocious and majestic tiger, the king of beasts composed of blazing flames, opened its sharp and dangerous claws and roared towards him.

It was a huge slash that was beyond the scope of his understanding.

"'Breath of Fire·Five Types·Fire Tiger'!"

"Ho ho ho ho!!!!"

The seemingly real and fake flames enveloped his whole body, and the deafening roar of the tiger echoed in his ears.

Staring at the bloody mouth coming in front of him, Miyamoto Musashi's hair stood on end, his pupils tightened, and he almost subconsciously cut out the sharp blade in his hand, but the next moment...

"Ka————"

There was a crisp sound.

The figures of the two people passed each other.

The half-cut knife spun rapidly in the air, and finally landed not far away, deeply inserted into the floor.

After a long time.

"sharp......"

Miyamoto Musashi slowly turned around and looked at the man in front of him who was still smiling, with a very complicated expression.

In the end, it was just a deep helpless sigh.

The clenched right hand loosened, and the remaining handle of the knife fell to the ground, making a sound that also announced the final result of this battle.

"I lost."

Chapter 152: Primitive Man Living in the Sewer

Looking at the half-cut knife stuck on the floor not far away, Miyamoto Musashi couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Kill, kill...kill!

The scenes in his memory of the enemy's wailing before death and the blood flowing down the blade suddenly began to reappear in his mind.

He has fought against strong men more than sixty times in his life.

If you include the trivial competitions, there will be no fewer than a hundred. If the enemies he killed on the battlefield are also counted, then he can be said to have killed a thousand people earlier.

Kill, keep killing...

And with the continuous killings, his reputation gradually began to spread far and wide, spreading to Kyoto, Nara, and Edo——

Be famous!

After that, the great names of various countries could not ignore his existence. They all wanted to recruit him. Everyone was shocked by him as a world-famous swordsman, and the remuneration offered to hire him also increased. As a child, everyone praised him highly. Wherever he went, he would be surrounded by crowds and even the roads would be blocked.

Beautiful girls, dazzling gold, delicious food, and wine...

Whatever you want, you get it! ! !

Relying on his unparalleled slashes, he climbed up step by step, stood out, received praise, and was constantly praised by others. He was constantly praised by others.

In the end, he became a celebrity with nowhere to hide in Tibetan capital! ! !

And even four hundred years after his death, he was still being talked about, which made him very happy! but......

He loses now.

For the first time, my skills at "cutting" were not as good as others.