Musashi Ryu snorted coldly.
Yamamoto Musashi remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and said, "You want to kill my grandson? I'll make sure you don't succeed!"
Having said that, he turned abruptly and roared at Yamamoto Ichiro, "Yamamoto Ichiro, you step forward!"
Yamamoto Ichiro, his face grim and teeth clenched, stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, what are your orders?"
"Go kill this Chinese man!"
Yamamoto Musashi pointed at Ye Haochuan and said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Ichiro's face immediately filled with resentment, his eyes blazing with venomous light.
He originally intended to take the opportunity to get revenge on Ye Haochuan, but he never expected that he would actually have to kill Ye Haochuan himself, which made him feel as if he had been humiliated.
However, he could not refute it, because he dared not go against his grandfather's wishes.
"What are you standing there for? Go now!"
Yamamoto Musashi cursed angrily.
Without hesitation, Yamamoto Ichiro rushed toward Ye Haochuan.
Yamamoto Ichiro's body blurred as he rushed towards Ye Haochuan, his right hand transforming into a sharp claw that reached for Ye Haochuan's chest, his target being Ye Haochuan's heart!
Ye Haochuan was prepared and made his move as soon as Yamamoto Ichiro rushed over.
Ye Haochuan suddenly swung his left fist, smashing it towards Yamamoto Ichiro.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided in mid-air, producing a deafening sound and sparks flying everywhere.
Both men took a few steps back at the same time, neither gaining an advantage. They withdrew their hands, looked at each other, and their expressions became serious.
"This person is amazing!"
Ye Haochuan thought to himself.
"Head of the Musashi family, what brilliant ideas do you have this time?"
Ye Haochuan asked.
Musashi Ryu narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Musashi Musashi, Musashi Ichiro! Musashi Ichiro, Musashi Jiro!"
Ye Haochuan was slightly surprised; this was a secret manual from the martial arts of the Japanese pirate island nation.
This technique is specifically designed to deal with enemies. It is extremely powerful. Once used, the opponent will be locked on and will not escape even if they try to flee to the ends of the earth!
This secret manual is the most profound martial art of the Japanese pirate island nation, with unparalleled power. Even if a super master like him were to use it, he would only barely reach the level of a beginner samurai.
"So you're the head of the Musashi family!"
Ye Haochuan suddenly realized.
Musashi Ryu said coldly, "Now that you know my identity, our previous agreement is naturally null and void."
"oh?"
Ye Haochuan raised an eyebrow.
Yamamoto Musashi laughed, "Now that our feud is over, things are much easier. Mr. Musashi, as you've seen, Japanese martial arts aren't just about brute force. So, spare your grandson's life for now, and let's have a match."
"good!"
Ye Haochuan readily agreed.
"please!"
"Yamamoto Musashi said."
"please!"
Ye Haochuan smiled calmly.
The two stood by a stone platform.
"My name is Yamamoto Musashi, and I'm Musashi Ichiro's grandfather. You can call me the head of the Musashi family!"
Yamamoto Musashi laughed.
"Yamamoto Musashi! Musashi Ichiro!"
Ye Haochuan's lips curled into a sneer, revealing a hint of disdain. He said, "I've already experienced the martial arts of your island nation; they're utter trash. If you don't mind, let's have a match. Whoever loses keeps their life safe!"
Upon hearing this, Musashi Ichiro's face immediately darkened, and he shouted, "Insolence!"
Musashi's face turned ashen as he glared at Ye Haochuan.
Musashi possesses the strength of a high-level samurai at the peak. He has lived for hundreds of years and has long since cultivated internal energy, making him arguably the greatest master of all time.
The martial arts tournament is a grand event for the island nation, and he doesn't want to be underestimated.
"snort!"
Ye Haochuan scoffed coldly, "The martial arts tournament is a grand celebration for samurai. I'm merely here to challenge a weakling. Do I need to report to you? Besides, your samurai names are too effeminate: Musashi Ichiro, Musashi Jiro!"
"You idiot! You're asking for it!"
Musashi flew into a rage, clenching his fists, and his body instantly transformed into a cloud of black smoke as he lunged at Ye Haochuan.
"The samurai clan actually used a ghost wall technique!"
Ye Haochuan smiled coldly, took a step forward, and suddenly appeared behind Yamamoto Musashi.
He threw a punch.
Yamamoto Musashi felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, then his body swayed and he fell to the ground.
"snort!"
Ye Haochuan sneered and walked towards Yamamoto Ichiro.
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