I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 93 Eighth Order Moment!

With a dark red glow, Onimaru Kunitsuna slowly sheathed himself.

Yamaga had practiced this Iaijutsu-slaying technique countless times. It was originally intended for Angers, hoping to be used on Angers one day. However, it was unexpectedly used on Angers' student ahead of schedule.

Although there was a slight regret, there was more of an exhilarating feeling. Inuyama He had never used this Iaijutsu so smoothly as today.

When Onimaru Kunitsuna was sheathed, Inuyama He felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration, as if years of pent-up emotions had finally been released with the swing of the long sword.

Looking at Cheng Sui, who stood opposite him holding the broken sword, Inuyama He smiled. This smile was not mocking, but rather a kind of condescending magnanimity belonging to a victor.

The young man was too reckless. Now his knife is broken, like a lion losing its teeth. A lion without fangs has only two fates: either to be kept in captivity or to be hunted and killed.

However, Inuyama He wasn't arrogant enough to believe that the previous stab would be fatal to Cheng Sui. He pressed his right hand against the knife and said to Cheng Sui, "Cheng Sui-kun, do you need a band-aid? Or would you like some sake to relieve the pain?"

These were the words Angers said to him back then: "Ah, do you need some ointment? Or some liquor to relieve the pain? You look awful when you cry, like a prostitute being abused by a customer. Oh, I almost forgot you're a pimp, no wonder you cry like that—"

Inuyama He had never felt so exhilarated. He was replaying the humiliation that Angers had inflicted on him in front of Angers' most prized student, and he was now almost bursting into laughter with unbridled joy.

"I should be the one saying that to you. You should figure out first whether the bloodstains on your knife are mine or yours before you say that."

Inuyama He's smile froze, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his brow.

My fingertips touched something warm and sticky.

A thin knife wound silently split open in the center of Inuyama He's brow, and streams of blood gushed out from it.

Blood flowed down the old man's increasingly furious face, making his angry expression even more ferocious.

"Too slow."

With a flick of his wrist, Cheng Sui wielded the broken half of the sword, creating a dazzling display of blade flowers. Then, with a "ding," the broken blade returned to its sheath safely.

Cheng Sui rolled up his shirt sleeves and pointed at Inuyama He with the long sword sheathed in his hand: "Have you seen Rurouni Kenshin? But I guess an old guy like you from the early Showa era wouldn't be very interested in anime. The protagonist Kenshin was once a fearsome executioner, but he reformed and became invincible with a reverse-blade katana."

Cheng Sui raised an eyebrow at Inuyama He, his tone arrogant and unrestrained: "Although I didn't reverse the blade, it's about the same as using the scabbard to fight you. Come on, attack."

Inuyama He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood and qi, clearing his mind of all distractions, and focusing his attention solely on his sword.

He had done this countless times before, and this time was no different, Inuyama He told himself.

"drink!"

He let out a low roar, and with a burst of power from his feet, the entire corridor trembled! The bamboo leaves scattered on the ground were lifted up by the invisible shockwave and floated to his waist.

The next moment, all the bamboo leaves seemed to be cut off by an invisible blade.

That was the fierce wind from Inuyama He's ultimate sword draw!

The clear, resonant sound of a sword echoed through the corridor!

Visual inspection! Breathing in and out! A precise cut! Pull out! Cut off! Blood splattering! Sheath the knife!

The entire Iaijutsu movement takes less than a second.

Inuyama He and Cheng Sui brushed past each other, Onimaru Kunitsuna was still in the scabbard, and Inuyama He maintained the posture he was in before drawing his sword.

If you film it with a high-speed camera and then play it back in slow motion, you'll see that in the blink of an eye, Inuyama He has already completed a full set of "Iaijutsu" moves, with all seven steps perfectly executed and as beautiful as a dance. This is a move with strict rules, completely in accordance with the way of Iaijutsu.

Seventh-order instantaneous strike, 128 times the speed of a divine slash!

However, this is just the beginning!

Round Two! Round Three! Round Four! Round Five!

Inuyama He's figure flashed back and forth like a ghost, and with each intersection, a torrential downpour of sword light poured down!

The sharp sounds that cleaved through the air layered together, transforming into a raging torrent that reached the sky!

Cheng Sui, however, always held the sheathed broken sword in one hand, calmly and effortlessly parrying, deflecting, and deflecting the barrage of sword light, without diminishing the arrogance on his lips in the slightest.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

"Is that all? Is that all? Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

In my memory, Angers always roared like that.

It was spring sixty years ago, when cherry blossoms were in full bloom in Tokyo, and Inuyama He was shuffling along in Tokyo Harbor wearing wooden clogs.

He was a young pimp whose job was to introduce women to soldiers. One day, he was embellishing a sailor's description of a woman's beauty, speaking in eccentric fervor, when suddenly he heard the ship's horn blare.

He had spent many days among the sailors and had heard all sorts of ship whistles, but he had never heard a ship's whistle sound so high-pitched and majestic, almost deafening.

He turned around in surprise and saw a white battleship sailing in from the horizon.

The giant ship was as big as a city. In his dazzled state, Inuyama suddenly had a premonition that this ship would be the turning point in his life—later he learned that there was a US Army lieutenant colonel staff officer on board, whose name was Hilbert Jean Angers.

When they first met, Angers was wearing a white U.S. Navy officer's uniform. He glanced at the tattoo on Inuyama He's arm and said in a contemptuous voice, "Inuyama's kid? Go back and tell your parents that my name is Angers, Hilbert Jean Angers, a mixed-race from America. You can choose peace or dignity."

Peace means submission, dignity means death; Angers made his principles clear from the very first day they met.

"Is that all? Is that all? Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!"

Angers' words seemed to echo in Inuyama's ears.

Heartbreaking.

Time and again, Angers swung his bamboo sword and knocked him to the ground. Inuyama He pounced on him again and again, but in Angers' eyes he was just a puppy whose teeth hadn't fully grown in.

Angers was his teacher, something Inuyama He had been unwilling to admit for many years. Without Angers' support, the Inuyama family would not have been able to revive, and he would not have been able to become the first head of the Japanese branch.

Angers gave him strength, but also ruthlessly trampled on his dignity.

During the three-year intensive training, Angers constantly mocked Inuyama He, using every bit of scathing language imaginable.

Inuyama He was his sparring partner, and the job of a sparring partner was to be knocked to the ground again and again. Inuyama He dared not resist; he was too weak in front of Angers. Everything he had was a gift from Angers; he was a puppet used by Angers to rule the Snake-Headed Eight Families.

Even today, some people call him a traitor to the family and a lackey of Angers behind his back, but Inuyama He never refutes it because it is the truth.

In his memory, Angers always habitually sneered at him, telling him that dignity only exists on the edge of a man's sword, and if he wanted dignity, he should defeat him.

He has been practicing swordsmanship for so many years. Although he is very old, he still has a heart that refuses to admit defeat. There is still a young man in his heart who refuses to admit defeat.

But now, without even seeing Angers, is he already going to be defeated by his student?

Defeating you brings dignity, but if I cannot even defeat your student—where will the dignity of the Snake Clan, and the dignity of Inuyama Hei, be placed?!

Eighth-tier instantaneous strike, 256 times the speed of a divine slash!!!

This is the ultimate blow that encapsulates all the anger, humiliation, and roars of a man from his resentful youth to his old age!

The blade was so swift that it had already become a blur!

Faced with the old man's earth-shattering, all-out strike, Cheng Sui felt his blood surge, but his arrogant smile remained unchanged.

"Indeed, this is the kind of sword that Principal Angers described as being wielded by a lion-like man."

Before the words were even finished, the crimson Sharingan suddenly activated beneath the colored contact lenses!

In the final instant before the blade touched his body, Cheng Sui's hand struck first, albeit after being struck by the blade.

Like an iron clamp, Cheng Sui gripped Inuyama He's wrist holding the knife, forcefully controlling the thunderous strike and pressing it back into its sheath!

The all-out strike was forcibly suppressed!

Under Inuyama He's bewildered and incredulous gaze, Cheng Sui flicked his wrist, and the scabbard of Kirikagemaru, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, struck him precisely on the temple.

The light in the old man's eyes dimmed instantly, his body swayed, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, falling into a coma.

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