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Chapter 93 Yagyu, challenges Oboro Ryu!
"And the way to select the strongest one is to defend the ring!"

Mikadoin Haruaki calmly announced the method for deciding the strongest five. Then, he added with a smile, "In the following competition, everyone must stop at a certain point. Moreover, the final winner will have to face an even more terrifying existence. Therefore, this is not only an honor, but also a responsibility. Please consider it carefully."

He had just finished speaking when everyone present was still looking at each other in bewilderment.

The person in the main seat who had been silent coughed.

Suddenly, everyone looked at the solemn-looking general Tsunayoshi.

He raised his hand slightly, and Qingming, who was standing in front of him, immediately cast a spell, adding the effect of amplifying the sound to the general's mouth.

So, the general said calmly: "The five strongest men, regardless of whether the subsequent crusade is successful or not, will be rewarded with a thousand taels and given the title of 'The Strongest in the World'. Their schools or dojos can be opened in Edo Castle, and I will personally ask the Emperor to grant them the title of 'Imperial'."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the people who were originally sitting below became excited.

Zhou Yan sat in the corner, motioning Long to observe the expressions of these people, and said with a smile: "Long, you see, wealth, fame and gain are the driving force behind people's courage to fight for their lives. A good show is about to begin."

Long was confused: "The title of the strongest in the world is just an empty title, what is there to fight for. Besides..."

She turned to look at Zhou Yan with a firm look in her eyes: "What's the point of them fighting? Even the strongest person is just a mortal. How can he compare with Lord Yan?"

Ahem, Long, you're being a little mindless here.

Zhou Yan's face turned red. Ever since the girl saw him kill Ibaraki Douji in seconds, it seemed that she had turned into a pure crazy fan.

At this time, Qingming on the field saw that everyone was enthusiastic, and immediately smiled and said: "Everyone, please be patient and wait for an incense stick of time. I need to build a stage for you to show your strengths."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a strange finger seal again, and after quickly chanting a spell, he unfolded the five-fold bone fan in his hand and gently waved it forward.

In an instant, many tiny paper figures flew out from his fan blades, grew against the wind, and after landing, they stood firmly and became the same size as ordinary people, and all bowed to Qingming.

Qingming smiled and waved his hand, and saw these dozens of paper figures began to move quickly. Some brought wood from outside the venue, some found saws and axes to process materials, and some began to drive piles and build. With the well-organized division of labor, they soon built several prototypes of the arena.

The talented people in the audience couldn't help but marvel when they saw Qingming's Yin-Yang magic that was like throwing beans to create soldiers.

Zhou Yan also looked at Qingming's pretense with envy, and couldn't help but sigh: "If I knew this, I could just recruit a construction team and be the foreman. But Qingming is too cunning. If I beat him into submission, he might be willing to offer this Yin-Yang magic."

Long, who was closest to him, was a little confused when he heard his master's mumbling. He was talking about some kind of construction team contractor and had no idea what he was talking about.

Instead, Qingming, who was pretending to be cool on the field, twitched his mouth slightly and glanced at Zhou Yan in the corner inexplicably.

After thinking for a while, Qingming chanted a spell with the hand hidden in his sleeve and his lips moved slightly.

Zhou Yan twitched his ears out of boredom and glanced at Qingming on the field, who blinked at him.

"Tsk." Zhou Yan scratched his ear, his expression somewhat puzzled. "You are really amazing. You offered me a price that I cannot refuse."

"Same here, after all, I'm also afraid that you'll do it for real."

"Being targeted by a swordsman of the Oboro Ryu, let alone me being Haruaki Gomonin, even if my last name was Ampere, I would probably have trouble sleeping and eating."

Long looked at Zhou Yan who was talking to himself and asked curiously, "Sir, who are you talking to?"

Zhou Yan shrugged: "An annoying guy."

After that, he patted the girl's hand and said, "Long, when the arena is set up, go up there and have a try. See how many people you can defeat."

"Ah? Sir, shall I join you?" Long was stunned for a moment, "I thought we were here to watch the fun"

"We originally came here to watch the fun, but that guy promised to teach us some secret techniques he collected that can be used with demonic power." Zhou Yan signaled Qingming with his eyes.

Long immediately understood, and a look of desire appeared in his eyes.

Although Longliu is very capable in killing monsters, who wouldn't want to have so many wonderful spells like this Onmyoji?

Zhou Yan looked at the excited girl and the smile faded.

Long. What if I can't take you away? Maybe, you can stay in this demon-killing hut.
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Soon, in less than an incense stick of time, Qingming's paper shikigami had completed their work.

Five square arenas with sides of more than ten meters in length stood in the martial arts arena, almost filling up the originally huge arena.

Gomonin Haruaki opened his fan and waved it, and the paper people flew up, shrank, and went into the fan.

Then, he said in a loud voice: "The arena has been built. Gentlemen, if you are confident, you can step onto the arena to fight others. Don't worry about your physical strength and injuries. As long as the injuries are not fatal, I, Gomonin Haruaki, as the strongest Onmyoji of the contemporary era, guarantee that even if you fight in a round-robin battle, I can replenish your physical strength. Even if your limbs are broken, I can heal them for you."

After saying that, he confidently returned to sit next to the general.

The field fell into a brief silence, accompanied by the sound of whispers and discussions.

Long looked at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan smiled and nodded at her.

The girl immediately stood up without hesitation, took a few quick steps in front of everyone's surprised gaze, and then leaped onto one of the platforms.

Standing on the stage, she mustered up her courage and boldly announced: "Longliu Swordsman - Long, now meet the heroes of the world!" "Oh my god." Zhou Yan couldn't help but covering his eyes as he looked at the girl who became arrogant and handsome after coming on stage.

It's already very ostentatious to let you go up, and you even loudly declare war. It seems that you think there are not enough opponents!

Unexpectedly, under Long's leadership, several people came out from their positions in the blink of an eye, and all chose different arenas and jumped on them.

"Kagami-shin Akechi-ryu swordsman - Momoi Kurando, if you have the guts, come and challenge me!"

"Shinto Ichi-nen-ryu swordsman - Fukui Soemon, invites you to fight the strong men!"

"Hozoin School - Juechan Yinrong, I am willing to contribute my humble efforts to the people of the world!"

As a result, there were four rings left, but five people jumped on them, and inevitably, two people appeared on one of the rings.

They immediately confronted each other, and after briefly introducing themselves, they started fighting in an instant.

Since the two men started fighting with shouts, the scene changed rapidly.

One after another, various swordsmen and monks came on stage to challenge the champion.

During this time, a swordsman who couldn't remember his school jumped onto Long's ring with hatred on his face. Then, with a passionate shout, before he could even draw his sword, the girl slashed his entire right hand off with a swift blow, and then kicked him to the ground.

Amidst the wailing, his arms and body were lifted in front of Qingming.

Then, with the opponent's miraculous Yin-Yang magic, the arm was successfully reconnected.

Although he exited safely in the end, the tragic scene of being killed instantly by the little girl still made everyone who came on stage later only dare to compete for the other four arenas.

To put it bluntly, for a girl who has mastered the Oboro-ryu, her fighting style is no longer the same as that of other conventional schools.

It's not even the difference between realism and swordplay, but the difference between realism and anime fantasy.

Zhou Yan calmly sat in the audience and observed the fighting in the ring, where everyone except Long kept changing champions. He basically assessed the individual combat power level of humans in this world.

Comparing it with some anime or movies he saw on Earth, the levels of most of these masters who were invited to the "Imperial Gathering" were between "Swordsman's Death Match" and "Rurouni Kenshin".

To put it simply, it is the "lower" level among the "low martial arts".

If these ordinary people cooperate well, they can barely deal with ordinary ghosts like the "Red Ghost". However, if they encounter a third-level monster like the "Ippen Tatar", they will probably be easily slaughtered.

Not to mention having to face a demon king like Ibaraki Douji.

No wonder, the Longliu school, which is able to gain superhuman speed and strength by harnessing demonic power, is unrivaled in the world.

Others describe it as a cultivator of immortality. If it is not unrivaled in the world, who is unrivaled in the world?

I don't know what the "high-end human combat power" in this world will be like.
While Zhou Yan was thinking, he looked at several places that caught his attention - Yagyu, Kagami, Ming Shen, Lan, and Ming Wang Temple.
The competition on the field was in full swing, but these schools or families were unmoved.

The way they looked at the people in the field was calm but scrutinizing, almost the same as Zhou Yan's scrutinizing look.

These are probably the group that truly possesses the "supernatural power" like the vague flow.

In this way, time passes slowly as those ordinary people work selflessly.

After nearly an hour, no new people came on stage. The only ones left were Long and four other warriors who had completed the defense of the ring.

Seeing this, Qingming walked to the front of the arenas again and said with a loud laugh through the sound transmission technique: "If no one else leaves, then I will announce the result?"

Hearing his words, except for Long, the other four warriors all showed expressions of surprise and anticipation on their faces.

However, they were obviously too happy too soon.

The next moment, amid Qingming's calm smile, several figures finally stood up from their seats and took the stage in an astonishing way.

"Mingoji - Fudo Peak, have mercy!" A tall monk over two meters tall, who had never been seen in this world, walked up to the stage step by step, grabbed the opponent who wanted to resist, and threw him off the stage easily with a backhand.

"Kamiya Kagami - Kagami Myo, my apology!" A beautiful woman with a graceful figure dressed in a shrine maiden's costume jumped onto the ring. When the opponent's swordsman rushed over, two automatically drawn large bows appeared out of thin air behind her. Two arrows were shot out, nailing the opponent's feet to the spot.

"Murakami Taisha - Mikaguchi Aya" The woman covered in a hooded priestess uniform slowly walked onto the stage. She pointed her finger, and the spearman opposite her was shocked as if he had been electrocuted. He fell to the stage trembling all over.

There was a brief silence.

While Oboro was still watching the excitement, he saw a representative of the "Yagyu" family, with a sword on his shoulder, jump onto the stage with a few leaps and confront Oboro.

He took off his hat, revealing a face with a twisted scar.

"Young master of the Yagyu clan, deputy head of the Demon Slayer's Dormitory, Yagyu Tsukamoto."

"Challenge the Oboro Ryu!"

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(End of this chapter)