In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"Dementor! Take off!"

Sargent, at least in his judgment of the battle situation, was indeed a senior student: he could tell at a glance that Miyamoto Musashi had no ability to fly, and he also chose to decisively let the Soul Eater get out of Miyamoto Musashi's attack range.

In any case, only by staying alive can one deal damage—the Soul Eater's ultimate attack doesn't rely on distance. If you keep it at a distance, even if the power of each ultimate attack is reduced, it will accumulate enough to wear down the old man.

—But he's fighting a freshman, a freshman from the Knights Academy, in a ring! And he's using a phantom creature that counters physical attack units like this, yet he still has to fly up and fight from above…

Where will he put his pride?

Sargent subconsciously glanced at his classmates and, sure enough, saw undisguised mockery on their faces—some even pointed at his Dementor, as if criticizing his weakness as its master.

—In that case, there's only one way to save face…

Sargent fixed his gaze on Lu Mingfei, his jaw clenched.

We'll beat him 0-3 and shave his head bald!

……

Lu Mingfei didn't think too much about it; instead, he was fully focused on the battle between Miyamoto Musashi and the monster.

To be honest, if you asked Lu Mingfei to be a lecturer and explain Miyamoto Musashi's techniques in detail, he wouldn't be able to do it. But he has one advantage over others: he has a spark in his mind that allows him to unravel the mystery and record every change in Miyamoto Musashi's body when he fights.

Then, we can further analyze this to understand Miyamoto Musashi's techniques and extract what he can use.

"So, how will Miyamoto Musashi deal with an enemy capable of taking to the air?" Lu Mingfei focused his attention even more intently, watching Miyamoto Musashi's movements:

He placed the scabbard containing Joan of Arc's sword on the ground, bent his knees, and crouched down, his tiger-like eyes fixed firmly on the enemy in the sky.

"Is he...is he going to kill it?"

Is it really possible? How can a demon flying in the sky be slain by a swordsman on the ground?

Lu Mingfei subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see more clearly, but Jing Shu blocked his way. Seeing the helpless look on the dragon maid's face, Lu Mingfei smiled awkwardly and stepped back.

Fortunately, he didn't miss any important moments during the time he was away: Miyamoto Musashi was still gathering his strength, and he seemed to have transformed into a cat the size of a person, preparing to leap into the sky and catch the birds.

—Okay, not just preparing, but preparing and implementing.

The force rose from the ground, traveling up to his waist, abdomen, shoulders, and elbows. Without any leverage, Miyamoto Musashi leaped several feet into the air, almost face-to-face with the Soul Eater.

Then, despair gripped his heart and voice. A suffocating feeling, like death itself, gradually crept over him, even stiffening his normally flexible joints—

"Is that all?"

With a chilling question, Miyamoto Musashi swung his sword fiercely!

"It's just death, do you think I can't overcome it? Answer me, demon!"

But the Soul Eater could no longer answer Miyamoto Musashi's question—the Joan of Arc's sword, shaped like a Western rapier, drew an elegant arc, gleaming coldly, and cleaved the Soul Eater's body in two.

Miyamoto Musashi landed lightly and pulled out the scabbard that was three-tenths of an inch into the ground.

The sharp blade drew a sword flower in mid-air before being slowly pushed into its sheath.

"Who else dares to challenge me?" His domineering air practically overflowed from his words. Sargent's face flushed and paled in turns as he turned his gaze to the blond swordsman—

When Miyamoto Musashi leaped and slew the Soul Eater, Sargent already knew he was doomed to lose. Forget about winning 0-3; even the remaining two spirits were questionable about whether they could defeat the aged samurai before them.

His ability to reverse the elemental advantage and kill in one step demonstrates a power that students cannot even begin to assess. Only the Pokémon his father trained specifically for such duels, whose energy levels were compressed and refined, can rival him—and perhaps even surpass him.

Even so, fleeing without a fight would be even more shameful... I can only hope that the two cards in my hand can kill this old warrior, and that I won't be defeated 3-0...

"Oh, the southern barbarians—" Miyamoto Musashi held the blade in one hand, with the other hand behind his back, assuming a starting stance of Western swordsmanship. "When I traveled back then, I also encountered some sword masters from the southern barbarians."

"I wonder how big the gap is between you and them?"

The swordsman did not answer—well, even if he wanted to, he couldn't, since not every elf possesses intelligence—but instead drew his sword and assumed a similar stance.

The two swords did not clash, but instead probed each other from a distance: the swordsman, maintaining a springy gait, lightly stepped forward and touched the side of the blade with the tip of his sword, then immediately retreated—

"ah--"

The next second, his posture went awry, and he fell to his knees.

"Hmm... is this all the magnanimity you have?" Seeing this, Miyamoto Musashi even stopped assuming a fighting stance, completely relaxing his body and gently walking towards the fallen swordsman, sword in hand. "Can't even withstand a strike you imagined?"

Even as Miyamoto Musashi reached his head, the swordsman remained writhing on the ground, helpless as Miyamoto Musashi severed his head.

"Where's the next one?"

Only after Miyamoto Musashi turned and returned to his original position did the swordsman's corpse dissipate, transforming into pure magical light—

Normally, such brilliance would signify victory, but now, with the corpse coming from one of their own magical spirits, things were far from pleasant. Sargent gritted his teeth and looked at the construct.

He had assumed that, given the same skill level, swordsmen possessed skills like "Duel" and "Life and Death Flow," which should have been enough to severely injure Miyamoto Musashi.

But what he didn't expect was that the cycle of life and death, the delay in death, could only preserve his body for a short while, and could not do anything more.

The only remaining unit is the construct. A machine devoid of blood and tears is naturally incapable of being intimidated. It strode heavily onto the stage, raising its sword and aiming it at Miyamoto Musashi's head.

—Then, they charged.

"This is truly astonishing..." Miyamoto Musashi drew his sword, wielding it with both hands—

If it's about killing someone, then he only needs one finger, which is enough to provide enough force to cut through bones and split a person in two.

But if you were to cut down such inanimate objects...

Miyamoto Musashi's face instantly contorted in a ferocious expression; even his loose work clothes couldn't conceal the bulging muscles on his body. The massive stone statue suddenly collapsed, scattering rubble everywhere—

But then, more small stone statues crawled out from the rubble, brandishing guns, spears, shields, and swords, and all sorts of weapons rushed up.

But this single attack was enough to shock everyone present, including Rong En, who had moved closer to Lu Mingfei. He gently reached out, grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm, and whispered:

"Lu, what is this elf's name?"

"His full name should be Shinmen Musashi-no-kami Fujiwara Genshin—but that name is too long, so I usually just call him Miyamoto Musashi."

"Gong..." Rong En tried to pronounce it, but he couldn't even pronounce his three Chinese names properly, let alone the more complicated Japanese names. Seeing this, Lu Mingfei could only sigh helplessly.

"You can just call him Musashi."

"Oh." Rong En nodded, and seeing Miyamoto Musashi clearing away the small stone statues one by one with a single strike, he raised a hand and shouted loudly:

"Musashi!"

It seems the students of the Knights Academy had all agreed beforehand, and now they joined in with Ron's shouts—even some students from the Fools' Academy who loved dueling joined in, contributing their own strength.

The cheers of "Musashi!" "Musashi!" nearly shook the house to its core, and made Sargent's face grow even more somber. He turned to leave—