"Unless Miyamoto Kiyokawa can seriously injure him, the main goal should be to kill him; kidnapping him is almost impossible."
"yes!"
At this moment, the Japanese Emperor's face was grim and unpleasant. He stared at the Minister of Intelligence and angrily reprimanded him:
"Wasn't it said that Chu Mo only had the strength of the upper-level Foundation Establishment stage? How come he was able to withstand a single attack from Martial Saint Miyamoto?"
The intelligence minister, his face covered in cold sweat, hurriedly explained:
"Your Majesty, a little over a month ago, Chu Mo was indeed only at the upper level of Foundation Establishment, but he may have broken through recently."
"Such geniuses and prodigies cannot be judged by ordinary standards."
The Emperor impatiently waved his hand, interrupting his explanation, then stared at an elderly man beside him and asked seriously:
"Master Tojo, what do you think Chu Mo's strength is? How many moves would it take Miyamoto Musashi to defeat him?"
"Your Majesty, Chu Mo was able to withstand this attack so easily, meaning he must have reached at least the Golden Core stage."
"He's only a low-ranking Saint Ninja, but in any case, he could never be a match for Lord Miyamoto Musashi."
"The reason this situation has occurred must be because Lord Miyamoto was too careless."
"As long as Lord Miyamoto adjusts his mindset and stops underestimating Chu Mo, the opponent will definitely not be able to withstand a second move."
"Yoshi, Master Tojo is right. Before the great Miyamoto Musashi, any martial artist would be utterly helpless!"
The Emperor smiled smugly, finally feeling a great weight lifted from his shoulders.
Other high-ranking Japanese officials and ministers also breathed a sigh of relief.
This explanation also perfectly aligns with their viewpoint; in their opinion, it must be that the Martial Saint was careless and underestimated his opponent.
That's why I let my opponent survive one move, but it was only one move.
now.
Miyamoto Kiyokawa's second sword beam, like a long river of sword energy, descended upon Chu Mo's head.
The area within a radius of a thousand meters was enveloped by his massive sword aura, as if every inch of space was a sharp and unyielding blade.
Compared to his first strike, this was Miyamoto Kiyokawa's true strength.
"Chu Mo, that was only seventy percent of my strength just now. This time, you deserve to die!"
Miyamoto Kiyokawa snorted coldly, his tone calm and confident.
"Is that so? Sorry, I only used 40% of my strength just now. You should just die."
Chu Mo sneered.
Then, with a casual wave of his hand, a lightning sword beam a thousand meters long suddenly rushed down from the sky, terrifying like a cataclysmic disaster.
It's like Thor punishing the world.
"How is that possible?"
The moment Chu Mo drew his sword, all the powerful figures present gasped in shock.
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