Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 143 Heartbroken
Inside Tokyo Ariake Arena.

Inside the competition cage made of alloy casting.

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 region.

This kind of scene has not been seen for hundreds of years.

Just one sword master from the Kanto region hasn't appeared in years.

"Zhang Benhe, this battle has nothing to do with the elder you killed. I simply entered a new realm and urgently want to find someone to spar with."

"I heard that you are the successor of Chinese boxing. My ancestor, the sword master Tsukahara Bokuden, wanted to go to China to challenge you, but unfortunately he was unable to do so."

"Today I will let you know that Japan's Sword Saint is the highest realm of martial arts."

Tsukahara Ichiyo was wearing a gray samurai costume, holding the Mikazuki Munechika katana in both hands, standing at an angle.

"Hypocritical bastard." Zhang Benhe, wearing black shorts, an ordinary sweatshirt, and a pair of flip-flops, sneered:
"Seeking revenge is seeking revenge, but you can't even lower your status. A guy like you doesn't even dare to tell the truth. What future do you have? Stop talking nonsense and 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 extremely slow.

It was so slow that it moved less than half a meter until the second blow was struck.

[Secret Technique: Surge]

Tsukahara Ichiha held the Mikazuki Munechika's katana and swung it back 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 small explosions in the air, and the sand in the air exploded one by one.

With the sound of howling wind.

Six waves of crescent blades combined into six consecutive waves, sweeping towards Zhang Benhe like a tsunami.

Zhang Benhe sneered disdainfully.

He threw a swift right punch.

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 flames flashed and turned into a red fist mark.

The fist print crashed into the sword wave, instantly smashing the crescent sword energy into pieces.

It was like a sledgehammer hitting an ordinary piece of glass.

Countless sword energies scattered, centered on the fist, and splashed in all directions, falling down quickly.

The punch continued to move forward with unstoppable force, striking Tsukahara Ichiha's face with unparalleled speed.

Tsukahara Ichiyo didn't expect the punch to be so powerful, and hurriedly chopped it down with a knife.

[Xinyinliu: Broken Day].

Mikazuki Munechika turned into a ray of cold light and slashed towards the fist.

The red fist print was split apart by the cold light, but it still did not disappear.

It turned into two fists and flew towards Tsukahara Ichiyo's head.

Tsukahara Ichiyo quickly shrank his head.

The other limbs did not move, and he dodged two punches like a turtle.

'Boom, boom.'

There were two loud bangs 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 rapidly beside him, "Keep going, uncle!"

Juggernaut?

That's it?

Zhang Benhe nodded at the jumping Nagano Rei and sneered.

Pooh.

Spit.

"I'm sorry, what's this Tsukahara Sword Saint? What's that? If this is the only level of a sword saint, I can only say that it's a good thing your ancestors didn't go to China."

"Otherwise, if you die and there's no place to bury you, your messy family won't exist, and you won't exist either."

"Use whatever special moves you have. I'm afraid you won't be able to use them in time after I punch you."

The words fell.

In the surrounding audience seats, the Yin and Yang masters made a lot of noise.

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 Ichiyo's face turned ashen, and his eyes swept across the audience stands fiercely.

The audience in the stands finally calmed down a little.

The heads of the major Onmyoji families looked at Zhang Benhe in surprise.

This newcomer who suddenly entered the Tokyo circle of influence in recent years has had conflicts with the Yin-Yang family.

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 Benhe and this guy could be so powerful.

No one thought that Tsukahara Ichiye's reputation as a swordsman was in vain. Just based on the few strikes just now, these family heads believed that they could take on the attack.

But it's not that easy.

of course.

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 Shikigami can be transformed and upgraded in various ways, no one will look down on ordinary martial artists.

suddenly.

The largest electronic screen in the venue flashed, and it was time for a commercial, but the figure of Keiko Minamikawa appeared.

Keiko Minamikawa sat in the studio reading the script.

"Now, a breaking news story: A fire broke out in a large residential building in the Omihachiman area. The fire affected the adjacent shops, and the entire street was engulfed in flames. As of this time, it has not yet been extinguished."

"The specific casualties and property losses are still being calculated."

"Ah!" Nagano Rei suddenly screamed.

Zhang Benhe looked over in confusion.

Tears kept flowing out of 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 Ichiyo and cried.

"Why, why did you do this? Tsukahara Morihi, I didn't mean it. We were in competition. We signed a life and death agreement. Why did you look for my family?"

Tsukahara Ichiyo 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, a fool who doesn't know what's good for her.

How dare you kill the son I value most and whom I have nurtured.

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 ripped off his white sweatshirt, revealing his dark, knotted muscles covered with scars. "Don't answer me. Whether you did it or not, you must die. I say that."

As he spoke, he slowly gathered strength throughout his body, emitting red spiritual power which slowly condensed behind him.

A red-bearded dragon slowly emerged, growing bigger and bigger, and hovering above Zhang Benhe's head.

Tsukahara Ichiha raised the Mikazuki Munechika katana with both hands and pointed it in the air.

[Secret Sword: True One-no-Tachi]

The whole body's momentum exploded.

Rush up to the sky with the samurai sword.

A ten-meter-long white sword energy formed around Mikazuki Munechika.

Both sides have accumulated 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, turning into a red fist more than ten meters wide and crashing into the white sword energy.

With a loud bang.

The dazzling fist mark disappeared in an instant.

The white blade remained motionless.

A tiny crack appeared on the surface, and then the crack spread infinitely, shattered into pieces, and fell to the ground like sand.

"Come die."

Zhang Benhe shouted loudly.

Without waiting for Tsukahara Ichiyo to gather strength again.

His fists were glowing red like rockets, and countless punches 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 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.

Fang Zuo's shirt was wet with tears.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows and watched the movement in the field.

The winner is already obvious.

Although Tsukahara Ichiha was waving Crescent Moon Munechika, he blocked some of the red fist prints.

But most of the body was still hit.

The whole person was like a sandbag, being hit by random punches in the air 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 his feet, "The Tsukahara Sword Saint clan will not lose."

He threw out the Mikazuki Munechika katana in his hand.

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, 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 with each other, or kill him.

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 appeared.
Morisawa Reina sneered, straightened her waist, and walked in gracefully.

(End of this chapter)