Chapter 143 Heartbroken
Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.
Inside the competition cage made of alloy castings.
The stands were filled with Tokyo's Onmyoji family.
The first swordsman in the Kanto region of Japan, the Tsukahara swordsman family.
Tsukahara Ichiyo.
He came to challenge Zhang Benhe, the owner of the underground boxing ring in the Kanto area.
This kind of scene has not been seen for hundreds of years.
Just the sword master from the Kanto region hasn't appeared in many years.
"Zhang Benhe, this battle has nothing to do with the elder you killed. I just entered a new realm and I'm eager to find someone to spar with."
"I heard that you are the successor of Chinese boxing. My ancestor, the swordsman Tsukahara Bokuden, wanted to go to China to challenge, but unfortunately he was unable to do so."
"Today I will let you know that the Japanese swordsman is the highest realm of martial arts."
Tsukahara Ichiha was wearing a gray samurai costume, holding the Mikazuki Munechika katana in both hands, standing at an angle.
"Hypocritical bastard." Zhang Benhe, who was wearing black shorts, an ordinary sweatshirt, and a pair of flip-flops, sneered, "Revenge is revenge, but you can't lower your status. A guy like you who doesn't even dare to tell the truth, what future do you have? Stop talking nonsense, come on."
Tsukahara Ichiha narrowed his eyes, grasped the knife with both hands, said no more words, and chopped down heavily in the air.
A snow-white crescent flew out with the knife, but the speed was abnormally slow.
It was so slow that it had moved less than half a meter until the second blow was made.
[Secret Technique: Surge]
Tsukahara Ichiha held the Mikazuki Munechika's samurai sword and swung it with his backhand, and another crescent moon followed suit.
Then he swung the knife quickly from top to bottom, wave after wave.
The crescent moon is like a wave, accumulating layer by layer
When the sixth crescent-shaped sword appeared, the long-accumulated sword energy rushed down like a bursting dam tide.
There was a series of tiny explosions in the air, and the sand in the air exploded one by one.
With the sound of whistling wind.
Six waves of crescent blades combined into six consecutive waves, sweeping towards Zhang Benhe like a tsunami.
Zhang Benhe sneered disdainfully.
A swift right punch was thrown.
A dazzling red flame suddenly burst out from the center of the fist, like the morning sun tearing through the vast night and rushing towards the six consecutive crescent sword waves.
The red flame flashed and turned into a red fist mark.
The fist mark crashed into the sword wave, instantly smashing the crescent sword energy into pieces.
It was like a sledgehammer smashing into an ordinary pane of glass.
Countless sword energies scattered, centered on the fist, and splashed in all directions, falling down quickly.
The fist continued to move forward with unabated force, blasting towards Tsukahara Ichiha's face with unparalleled speed.
Tsukahara Ichiyo didn't expect the punch to be so powerful, and hurriedly chopped it down with his sword.
[Xinyinliu: Broken day].
Mikazuki Munechika turned into a ray of cold light and slashed towards the fist print.
The red fist print was split apart by the cold light, but it still did not disappear.
It turned into two fist prints and flew towards Tsukahara Kazuha's head.
Tsukahara Kazuha quickly shrank his head.
The other limbs did not move, and he dodged two punches like a turtle.
'Boom, boom.'
There were two loud noises behind him, and two deep fist marks were left on the alloy wall.
The hair on Tsukahara Ichiyo's head was completely wiped out by the wind from his fists, which looked extremely funny.
There was a scar on the scalp, which slowly began to bleed.
"Yeah, uncle is awesome." Nagano Rei clapped her hands quickly beside him: "Come on, uncle!"
Sword Master?
That’s it?
Zhang Benhe nodded at the jumping Nagano Rei and sneered.
Pooh.
Spit.
"I'm sorry, what is this Tsukahara Swordmaster? What's so special about it? If the Swordmaster is only this level, I can only say that it's a good thing your ancestors didn't go to China."
"Otherwise, if you die and have no place to be buried, your messy family will not exist, and you will not exist either."
"Use whatever tricks you have. I'm afraid you won't be able to use them in time after I punch you."
As soon as the words fell.
There was a burst of booing from the Onmyojis in the surrounding audience seats.
Martial artists were originally looked down upon by Onmyojis, but Tsukahara Ichiyo had reached the highest legendary realm of Sword Saint.
Respected by everyone.
But it still looks vulnerable.
Tsukahara Ichiha's face turned pale and his eyes swept across the audience stands fiercely.
The audience in the stands calmed down a little.
The heads of the major Onmyoji families looked at Zhang Benhe in surprise.
This newcomer who suddenly inserted himself into the Tokyo circle of influence in recent years has had conflicts with the Yin-Yang Family before.
There have been many conflicts in the fight for underground black boxing venues, and the final result is that the Onmyoji family is defeated and withdraws from the sphere of influence of underground black boxing.
Later, no one came forward.
After all, this piece of cake is not very rich compared to the prosperous Japanese market.
But now, no one expected that Zhang Ben and this guy could be so powerful.
No one thought that Tsukahara Ichiha was a sword saint in vain. Just based on the few strikes just now, these family heads thought they could take on the attack.
But it's not that easy.
certainly.
The most powerful thing about Onmyoji is the Shikigami, which is also the reason why martial artists are in decline. Their strength depends entirely on improving themselves.
For an ordinary Onmyoji, giving him a Shikigami is like giving an ordinary person a pistol.
Especially when the shikigami can be transformed and upgraded in various ways.
No one looks down upon ordinary martial artists.
suddenly.
The largest electronic screen in the venue flashed, and it was supposed to be commercial time, but the figure of Keiko Minamikawa appeared.
Keiko Minamikawa sat in the studio reading the script.
"Now, let me interrupt you with some breaking news. A fire broke out in a large residential building in the Omihachiman area. The fire affected the shops next to it, and the entire street was on fire. As of now, the fire has not been put out."
"The specific casualties and property losses are still being calculated."
"Ah!" Nagano Rei suddenly screamed.
Zhang Benhe looked over in confusion.
I saw tears welling up in Nagano Rei's eyes.
"That's my family's dojo. It's my family's dojo."
"Woo woo woo, it must be you, it must be you who started the fire."
Nagano Rei pointed at Tsukahara Kazuha and cried.
"Why, why did you do this, Tsukahara Morihi, I didn't mean it, it was during a competition, we signed a life and death agreement, why did you look for my family?"
Tsukahara Ichiha glanced at Nagano Rei, who was crying so hard that her face was pale and she was almost out of breath.
Sneered.
A slut from a rural place like Omihachiman, who doesn't know what's good for her.
How dare you kill my most beloved and nurtured son.
Tsukahara Ichiyo ignored Nagano Rei.
He held the knife in both hands and pointed it at Zhang Benhe from a distance.
For the first time, anger appeared on Zhang Benhe's casual face.
"Did you do it?" Zhang Benhe tore off his white sweatshirt, revealing his dark muscles covered with scars. "No need to answer me, whether you did it or not, you will die, I say."
As he spoke, he slowly gathered strength throughout his body, emitting red spiritual energy which slowly condensed behind him.
A red-bearded dragon slowly emerged, growing larger and larger, and hovered above Zhang Benhe's head.
Tsukahara Ichiha raised the Mikazuki Munechika katana with both hands and pointed the sword in the air.
[Secret Sword: True One-no-Tachi]
The whole body bursts with momentum.
Rush up to the sky with the samurai sword.
A ten-meter-long white sword energy formed around Mikazuki Munechika.
Both sides have gathered their strength to the extreme.
The huge sword energy locked onto Zhang Benhe tightly and chopped down fiercely.
Zhang Benhe shouted loudly.
The red-bearded dragon exploded, transforming into a red fist more than ten meters wide that crashed into the white sword energy.
With a loud bang.
The dazzling fist mark disappeared in an instant.
The white sword energy stood still.
A tiny crack appeared on the surface, and then the crack spread infinitely, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground like sand.
"Death."
Zhang Benhe shouted loudly.
Without waiting for Tsukahara Ichiyo to gather strength again.
His fists were glowing red like rockets, and countless fist marks covered the sky and blasted towards Tsukahara Ichiye.
At this time, Nagano Rei curled up in Fang Zuo's arms, crying heart-wrenchingly, and couldn't even speak clearly.
It took him a long time to tell the whole story.
By the time he finished speaking word by word, his face was red, he was out of breath, and his hair was messy.
Her tears even wet Fang Zuo's shirt.
Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and watched the movements in the venue.
The outcome is already clear.
Although Tsukahara Ichiha was wielding Mikazuki Munechika, he blocked some of the red fist marks.
But most of the body was still hit.
The whole person was like a sandbag, being hit in the air by random punches and unable to land on the ground.
at last.
He fell to the ground like a piece of rag.
Vomiting blood and groaning.
The pride of the Sword Saint clan is now no different from a pile of cow dung.
"I told you I'd beat you to death, you bastard."
Zhang Benhe spat in disdain and walked over slowly.
Tsukahara Ichiha struggled to get up from the ground: "The Tsukahara Sword Saint clan will not lose."
He threw the Mikazuki Munechika samurai sword in his hand out.
Mikazuki Munechika was thrown into the air, emitting a captivating black light.
A huge black gas rose into the sky.
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Reina Morisawa walked towards a manor.
Here, there were several old guys waiting for her.
Although they have been hiding behind the Yamaguchi-gumi all along, they have hardly ever been involved in anything.
Only when the other side also has an old guy will he come forward to contact and negotiate, or kill each other.
Why did he suddenly jump out and come to Tokyo?
After all, their deterrent has been here for so many years.
If it were in the past, I would probably have to go in on my knees.
But, ever since that man came into being... Rena Morisawa sneered, straightened her waist, and walked in gracefully.
(End of this chapter)
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