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In an instant, it can multiply the caster's own speed: 2 times for Tier 1, 4 times for Tier 2, 8 times for Tier 3... and 128 times for Tier 7.

At his peak, Inuyama He could unleash a seventh-level technique, and if he swung his sword at lightning speed, no opponent in the entire island nation could even see it.

Despite the murderous intent emanating from all around, Angers remained relaxed, even sporting a mocking expression.

The next moment, the clear sound of swords echoed across the dance floor.

Inuyama He and Angers brushed past each other. Onimaru Kunitsuna was still in his scabbard, maintaining the same posture as before he drew his sword. In fact, in that instant, he had already completed a full "Iai" technique.

Sixth-order instantaneous strike, 64 times the speed of a divine slash.

Sixty-two years ago, Inuyama He was defeated by Angers, and he has never forgotten it in these sixty-two years.

Sixty-two years of honing a sword, all for this day.

Inuyama He didn't stop. He unleashed a second round of Iaijutsu, a seventh-level Instantaneous Slash, 128 times faster than normal!

The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round... Inuyama He kept swinging his sword, the light of the blade like a torrential rain, but he still couldn't touch Angers even a little bit, and he couldn't even force him to use his full strength.

"Too slow! Too slow! Too slow!" Angers's sarcastic voice echoed in my ears.

A sense of humiliation filled his heart, and Inuyama He recalled his first encounter with Angers many years ago, back in the 1950s.

He was eighteen years old that year, a pimp whose job was to introduce prostitutes to American soldiers. He had to put on a smiling face every day and lived without any dignity.

That year, Angers was sixty-eight years old and a ramrod-straight officer.

At that time, the steel behemoth crossed the ocean and stopped at the port. Angers, dressed in white, had an extraordinary demeanor. He stepped off the ship and recognized Inuyama He's identity.

Angers told him to go back and tell the adults in his family that they had only two choices: submit or die.

For some unknown reason, Inuyama He became Angers' apprentice. During that time, Angers gave him strength, but also trampled on his dignity.

Inuyama He served as Angers' sparring partner for three years, during which Angers repeatedly knocked him down, trampled him to the ground, and mocked him with the most vile language.

Inuyama He dared not resist because he was too weak. When his family mocked him, he never spoke back, because it was all true.

Every time Angers stepped on his head and mocked him, Inuyama He would think of the prostitutes he had sent out for business, and how they were wantonly humiliated, just like him, without any dignity.

"I don't despise gangsters, I only despise trash! Want dignity? Sure! Defeat me and you'll have it!" Angers sneered in his ear, echoing in his memory.

Is this Teacher Yao? Do I gain dignity by defeating you?

Ninth-tier instantaneous strike, 512 times the speed of a divine slash!

At that moment, both the eighteen-year-old Inuyama He and the eighty-seven-year-old Inuyama He roared like lions in their hearts, and Onimaru Kunitsuna was drawn from his sheath, drawing a beautiful arc.

Never before in history has a blade been so swift, nor has there ever been such poetic killing intent; its loneliness is enough to sever time itself.

In that instant, Onimaru Kunitsuna surpassed the speed of sound, slicing open the skin on Angers' shoulder, the blood blooming like wildflowers scattered by the wind.

Tian Xiwei stared blankly at the two paragraphs of text on the screen for a moment.

She tilted her head and glanced at Cheng Che, who was doing something beside her.

Is this a script that humans could write?

That's amazing...

After being injured by Inuyama He, Angers was not angry, but rather relieved. He then flipped the hilt of his knife and easily sent Inuyama He flying with the back of the blade.

"Baka," Angers muttered under his breath.

Inuyama He was slightly concussed from the slap, but he still managed to ask him if he could be half as fast as Inuyama He.

The principal didn't know, but he told Inuyama He, "You've grown up."

"I'm so old I'm almost dead, and you think I'm only grown up now?" Inuyama He laughed, taking a deep breath.

Tian Xiwei smacked her lips and shook her head silently.

How far does a person have to go before they are considered grown up?

Nobody can explain it clearly.

After the battle ended, they sat down again and had a good talk.

Angers taught Inuyama He another lesson: to confront grief. He recounted Inuyama He's past without reservation.

Back then, the island nation was in a precarious situation. The Inuyama family was weak, consisting only of Inuyama He and his two older sisters, while other families were eyeing them covetously, wanting to devour them.

The eldest daughter of the Inuyama family died in a street fight, and their only remaining son was also demanded by their enemies to be handed over as an apology.

In an effort to save him, the second daughter in the family, Inuyama He's older sister, sought help everywhere, but no one offered assistance.

She only managed to gain some protection when she was desperate and sold herself out of desperation.

This was the greatest pain in Inuyama He's life, so he craved power more than anyone else.

Angers saw this and repeatedly defeated and humiliated him, making him remember his weakness, making him resentful, angry, and sad, until he finally exploded and the lion in his heart began to roar.

In retrospect, as an educator, he had a remarkably sharp eye.

Inuyama He felt so much pain that his body felt like it was about to break. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Angers' back.

In that instant, more than sixty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

A memory suddenly flashed through Inuyama He's mind—his true first encounter with Angers—

He took two girls with him to do business, but the other party refused to pay him.

The two girls were trembling, wanting to escape but having no way to do so. Inuyama He was the only one who could save them.

Perhaps thinking of his second sister, Inuyama He charged at them bare-handed, only to be whipped to the ground by a belt. One person stepped on his head, while another kicked his crotch.

But he refused to beg for mercy and instead stubbornly continued to spew profanities.

Angers arrived before he was killed.

Dressed in white, he knocked the two men away and kicked Inuyama He, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds.

"He looks like a little devil who isn't afraid to rush into the thicket of thorns, but he'll only grow up after he's out of the thicket."

Tian Xiwei's eyes crinkled into a smile.

She knew it! The principal wasn't that kind of awful person; that Tachibana Masamune was just slandering him.

She was overjoyed and immediately turned her head to kiss Cheng Che on the cheek.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Che asked, somewhat surprised.

"Well written," Tian Xiwei said. "This is a reward for you."

"..."

Cheng Che was very happy to be kissed, but he didn't dare to say a word.

"...?"

Tian Xiwei belatedly realized that something was wrong.

What's wrong?

It seems that so far... no one has died!?

Her expression changed, and she continued reading.

Inuyama suddenly understood everything, and understood Angers' good intentions, but due to their different positions, he still could not stand on Angers' side.

Angers didn't care, because he had already achieved his goal of educating his students and was about to leave.

But at that moment, a metallic clanging sound came from above, and the murderous intent returned.

The four machine guns hidden on the roof began to roar, the gunfire deafening and covering an area of ​​dozens of square meters, leaving no way to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the Ninth Order of Inuyama activated again, and Inuyama threw himself into Angers' arms, pinning him to the ground amidst a hail of bullets.

The shooting lasted for a full half minute before it ended.

In an instant, dust rose everywhere.

Angers sat cross-legged, with Inuyama He, covered in bullet holes, resting his head on his knees.

As fellow users of the Speed ​​Word, Inuyama He couldn't even see the principal's movements clearly; the principal only suffered minor scratches around his eyebrows.

Unlike Inuyama He, he shielded Onimaru Kunitsuna with his left chest. Although his heart was not destroyed, the rest of his body was riddled with bullet holes.

He lunged at Angers not to kill him, nor did he draw his sword to attack; he did it to survive and shield Angers from the bullets.

With his last breath, he told Angers that those guns had nothing to do with him.

Angers knew this, of course. He told Inuyama He that he would avenge him and take care of his goddaughters.

On his deathbed, Inuyama He may have finally let go of all his hatred for Angers, but more likely, he never had any hatred for him at all.

"May I hug you?" Inuyama asked.

"Of course, no problem." Angers leaned down and hugged his head in his arms.

The child who took over eighty years to learn to grow up died in his arms.

"..."

Tian Xiwei took a deep breath, her eyes faintly reflecting light.

She clenched her fists and abruptly turned to look at Cheng Che.

He was holding his phone in one hand and drinking water from his glass in the other, looking quite busy.

next moment--

"boom--"

A small fist slammed into Cheng Che's head... and then into the back of the sofa just two centimeters away.

Cheng Che swallowed hard.

Is there a risk of survival?