"Mother, in how many seconds do you think Matsumoto will win?"

"Matsumoto possesses advanced ninjutsu, and your father thinks highly of him. He should be able to win in ten seconds."

Sato Ayumi suddenly warmed up again, with her long legs clamped on the roof of the car. The warriors next to her turned their heads quickly. Anyone who dared to look at Her Royal Highness the Princess would not be allowed to see her.

"Your Majesty, the other side has sent out their strongest troops to fight. As long as we take down Matsumoto, we can basically confirm the strength of these people." Oda Yoshio said respectfully, his purpose was also to test the other side's strength.

Satofu smiled gently: "I am curious about the strength of that man."

"That depends on the strength of these extremely beautiful women."

"Too…"

In the sky.

Matsumoto Shunya quickly formed seals with both hands and took a deep breath: "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

A ball of blazing flames suddenly appeared, illuminating the sky. The temperature around it rose sharply, and it devoured Sun Ting like a ferocious beast.

However, Sun Ting just exhaled, and a frosty air instantly blocked the scorching flames.

"She actually blocked Matsumoto-sama's fire escape!"

"Who is this woman?"

The samurai were all surprised, especially Matsumoto's subordinates. Who could stop them except General Oda and the Emperor?

But the woman blocked it with just a breath.

Matsumoto Shunya was shocked and knew that he could not be careless because this woman was very strong.

Just as he was about to make another seal, he suddenly smelled a fragrance, and the woman opposite him appeared in front of him without him noticing.

What a fast speed!

He immediately gave up on forming seals and drew his sword, but it was too late. He only felt a chill on his neck.

"So weak." With a hint of disappointment, Sun Ting grabbed Matsumoto Toshiya's head in her hand and threw it to the ground.

Matsumoto Shunya's head rolled over and he stopped at Oda Yoshio's feet.

Everything happened so fast that before the samurai could react, Lord Matsumoto was beheaded and even his head was thrown over. It was a naked humiliation.

Oda Yoshio's face turned dark. He didn't expect that his capable subordinate would be killed instantly.

"I won."

The three words spoken by Tang Ze echoed around.

Brush, brush, brush.

The warriors in the crowd drew their swords one after another.

"Kyouichi, what are you doing!?"

"Ryosuke! What are you doing with your sword drawn?"

"I don't know either."

"My body is out of control, what's going on!"

Under the horrified gazes of the surrounding warriors, those who drew their swords stabbed directly into their own abdomens and slashed violently.

The upper body is separated from the lower body.

The white ice surface was instantly dyed red with blood.

Tang Ze smiled gently and said, "One hundred thousand means one hundred thousand, not one more, not one less."