Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3057 The Northern White Prince Arrives!

Duanwu and Guizhong Youming exchanged blows, their fists and feet flying back and forth, and they had already fought for more than a hundred rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

On Duanwu's day, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. Every punch and kick seemed to use all his strength.

He was secretly anxious. If he couldn't defeat Onizuka Youming for so long, enemies could come and surround him and Shadow at any moment.

At that point, getting out of trouble would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Thinking of this, Duanwu's eyes darted around, quickly scanning the surroundings for any terrain or other resource that could be used to gain the upper hand. Anything was acceptable as long as it could lead to victory.

Suddenly, he noticed a sharp, withered branch sticking out of the trunk of a large tree about fifteen meters to his right.

A bold plan quickly took shape in Duanwu's mind. While fighting, he subtly moved his body toward the tree.

Onizuka Yumei was completely unaware of the trap. Relying on his superior physical abilities compared to Duanwu, he could easily withstand several blows from his opponent in terms of fists and feet, which was his advantage.

Therefore, his moves were always wide and sweeping, and when he saw Duanwu retreating, he chased after him fiercely.

Duanwu dodged left and right, seemingly exhausted, and could hardly continue fighting with Guizuka Youming.

Onizuka Yumei thought the same thing. He assumed that Danwu was exhausted and wanted to escape, so he attacked even more fiercely and did not notice anything unusual. Even when Danwu deliberately broke the dry branch with her body, he did not notice anything.

After all, breaking tree branches is a common occurrence in this jungle; he had broken several before.

So when he heard the sound of a tree breaking, he still didn't take it to heart.

However, in that instant, a sudden change occurred. Ghost Tokizuka Yumei only felt a blur before his eyes, and Duanwu's figure vanished into thin air.

Onizuka Yumei instinctively sensed something was wrong and quickly looked around, but couldn't find Duanwu anywhere.

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the left side of his neck, as if a sharp blade had pierced it.

Onizuka Yumei's eyes widened in disbelief as he glanced to his left out of the corner of his eye, only to see a sharp, withered branch piercing right through his neck.

He had difficulty breathing and tried to reach out to pull out the dead branch, but found that his hands were no longer under his control and his body was gradually losing all strength.

His legs buckled, and he knelt straight down on the ground.

Duanwu emerged from behind Onizuka Yumei, looked at the dying Onizuka Yumei, and said calmly, "Your strength is indeed very strong, but you chose the wrong opponent."

Onizuka Yūmei stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. His throat had been pierced by the withered branch.

Duanwu ignored the dying Onizuka Youming, because he knew very well that this place was fraught with danger and was not a place to stay for long. Every second of delay could allow more enemies to swarm in.

He didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead or catch his breath before he quickly walked to Shadow's side, picked up his weapon, hoisted Shadow onto his shoulder, and disappeared swiftly into the dense jungle.

However, not long after Duanwu left, Kujo Miyamoto arrived with a group of Japanese soldiers, looking very menacing.

As the Japanese soldiers searched, they called out Onizuka Yumei's name. Clearly, they only knew the general area where Onizuka Yumei was located, but did not know exactly where he had set up an ambush.

When they finally arrived at the battlefield, they were immediately stunned by what they saw.

Onizuka Yūmei knelt stiffly on the ground, the sharp, withered branch at his neck particularly striking. Everyone was stunned. Onizuka Yūmei, hailed as a war god, had actually been defeated, and killed by a mere withered branch.

Kujo Miyamoto's expression gradually shifted from shock to anger, veins bulging on his forehead and fists clenched tightly.

He never expected that the powerful Onizuka Yumei would die here, and die so tragically.

"Baka! Chase after him! Find that guy and tear him to pieces!"

Kujo Miyamoto roared, his voice echoing through the dense forest for a long time.

Upon hearing the order, the Japanese soldiers immediately dispersed and searched the surrounding area, trying to find any clues left by Duanwu.

However, the Dragon Boat Festival has long since vanished without a trace, leaving only a silent forest, as if silently mocking their incompetence.

Kujo Miyamoto led a group of Japanese soldiers in a frantic search through the dense forest. They pursued the direction that Tanwu might have fled, and even sent men to ambush and intercept him in more distant places.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the Dragon Boat Festival seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

The Japanese soldiers were exhausted and panting, but they had gained nothing. They could only run back dejectedly to report to Kujo-no-kyo.

Kujo Miyamoto was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Because he knew very well that there would be no results even if he continued searching, he could only return to Matsubara Castle with Onizuka Yuumi's corpse in a dejected manner.

Upon returning to the city, he immediately ordered his Japanese soldiers to find a fine coffin and place Onizuka Yuumi inside.

After arranging the funeral of Onizuka Yūmei, Kujō Miyamoto dragged his exhausted body back to his dormitory.

All he wanted to do at that moment was get some rest; he had given up all hope of annihilating the anti-Japanese brigade.

He plans to return to China immediately tomorrow to avoid that madman, Kitashirakawa Minami, lest he get into trouble.

However, just as he entered the house and turned on the lights, the scene before him made his eyes widen instantly, and his blood seemed to freeze.

Two samurai dressed in kimonos stood on either side of a middle-aged man who was sitting with his back to him.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a long black robe and wore a black top hat with the brim pulled low, obscuring his face.

Kujo Miyamoto's throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a trembling voice and asked, "Who...who are you? What are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around, revealing a mocking expression. He was none other than Prince Kitashirakawa Minami, whom Kujo Miyako had deliberately tried to avoid.

However, wasn't Kitashirakawa Minami's father always keeping an eye on him? How could he have let him come to China without knowing?
This is what they mean by "the devil is always one step ahead of the saint."

How could Kitashirakawa Minami not be on guard after doing so many heinous things?

Kujo Masao's men had already discovered the person he sent. So he found someone to impersonate him. Meanwhile, he secretly made his way to China ahead of schedule.

He looked at Kujo Miyamoto, who had started trembling at the sight of him, and sneered, "You're still as useless as ever. I thought that after serving as a soldier for a few days, you'd become a little more like a man, but you're still such a coward, hahaha! Hahaha!"