Japan has three major martial arts schools.

The renowned Ninja Way School and Martial Way School.

Another one is the One-Sword Style.

However, compared to the previous two, although Ittō-ryū is very famous, very few people can actually come into contact with it.

The difference between Ittō-ryū and the other two styles lies in its greater mystery.

What's so mysterious about it?

To this day, no one knows exactly how many members the Ittō-ryū have, or where their headquarters are located!

The Ittō-ryū style also appeared during the covert war between the Japanese and the Fengtian Army.

There was even a master of the One-Sword Style who took charge of the overall situation.

But those are all branches of One-Sword Style, belonging to pseudo-One-Sword Style.

The true master of One-Sword Style is represented by Muto Hideki.

They were scattered far and wide in the martial arts world, focusing on studying swordsmanship, rather than participating in military and political affairs in the imperial court.

This is also the principle of the One-Sword Style.

He devoted his life to studying swordsmanship and did not participate in worldly affairs, which gave him a somewhat otherworldly air.

If you see someone pursuing power and wealth, they are definitely not a shrewd individual.

Master Muto Hideaki is a case in point.

Despite being one of the most powerful men in Japan, he never used force to gain anything for himself. His ambition was to travel the world of martial arts and hone his own swordsmanship.

He succeeded!

He is the only Japanese person to have traveled the world of the Great Xia Dynasty without ever being defeated.

Of course, this myth has now been shattered by Lin Yu.

This is intolerable for those who practice the One-Sword Style; the shattering of the myth is tantamount to the shattering of their faith.

If this grudge is not avenged, the Ittō-ryū school will have no face to stand in the world.

Therefore, Mako issued a decree.

In an instant, masters of the One-Sword Style who were traveling all over the world set off and headed towards the Great Xia.

The purpose is self-evident: to avenge Master Muto Hideaki.

The swordsmen of the Ittō-ryū style are all proud and aloof, and they know nothing of fear.

So what if it's the Mystic Realm? So what if it's the Human Emperor?

Decades of rigorous training, countless brushes with death, and they never flinched in the face of death.

"Everyone has to die eventually, it's just that the ways they die are different. There's a saying in your Great Xia: 'The death of a person can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather!' To die for the martial arts is definitely the former, while to cower and dare not move forward is definitely the latter!"

On a large ship in the waters off Fusang, a young man dressed in white is crossing the ocean to the south.

This was a fishing boat from the Great Xia Dynasty, and the young man appeared on board at some unknown time.

An old man was sitting on the boat. I had just seen him standing on a lone boat in the sea, braving the storm and waves, as if it would capsize at any moment. That's why I brought him onto the big ship.

I just asked one question: "Young man, aren't you afraid of dying?"

Unexpectedly, this young man, feigning profundity, actually compared himself to Mount Tai.

The old man wasn't annoyed; he simply sat by the boat, facing the misty rain, and continued fishing.

"A typhoon is coming, go home early, young man. When you get to my age, you'll know that nothing is more important than being alive!"

"Oh, really? I don't think so!"

The young man in white, with a slight smirk on his fair face, said with a hint of disdain and arrogance, "A life without goals is a waste of life, utterly meaningless. It's like fishing on this vast ocean! That's just wasting your life!"

"You call this a waste of life?" The old man chuckled and shook his head, slowly pulling the fishing rod back from the sea. The young man's pupils trembled slightly.

"There's no hook?"

He was somewhat puzzled, feeling that the old man had fished in vain.

The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I spend all day cultivating myself, but I don't know what cultivation is. I spend all day fishing, but I don't know why I'm fishing. Once a person has a purpose, it's hard to stay detached. As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion! In fact, the true way is to follow nature, watch the sunrise, watch the sunset, watch the tides come and go, with no anxiety in my heart and no self outside of my heart. Only then can I know that I am who I am!"

The young man's pupils trembled suddenly.

At that moment, I suddenly understood something.

At this moment, his inner persistence and loneliness merged with the raging wind and rain, and in his eyes, the vast sea transformed into a steep mountain peak.

A giant dragon suddenly leaped out and coiled around the mountain peak.

"I saw it, that was my heart—proud, indifferent, persistent, and biased!"

"I have a demon in my heart, and I must slay that demon!"

Unexpectedly, the old man's words gave the young man a sudden realization, and the next second, Canglang!

The seven-foot-long sword was instantly drawn and slashed towards the dragon head on the mountain.

Boom! A head fell, a wave rose, and a giant wave tens of meters high crashed towards the fishing boat, like the palm of Buddha.

The astonishing force made the old man's body tremble.

With a grab, an invisible field radiated outwards, like a giant palm, catching the massive wave that weighed over a thousand pounds.

After a short while, everything returned to calm, and the sea mist lessened, replaced by a gentle breeze.

The young man stood blankly on the ship's railing, seemingly still immersed in the realization he had just had.

"The Great Xia is indeed full of hidden talents. I never expected that a random old man fishing would turn out to be a Martial Saint!" After a long while, he couldn't help but sigh.

The old man coughed lightly and chuckled, "You're not bad either. At such a young age, you've had extraordinary opportunities and have actually entered the Saint Realm. Your future is limitless!"

In fact, the old man had already realized that this young man was extraordinary, which was why he had led him all the way.

Unexpectedly, after just a few words of guidance, the young man grasped the essence of the Dao.

"My name is Nakagawa Ryosuke!" the young man said calmly.

The old man's expression faltered slightly, as if he hadn't expected this.

"Japanese people?"

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