In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

call out--

Zuo Cun, who had just jumped down from the city wall, had already entered the woods.

But just then, a gust of wind blew against his back.

A chill ran down his spine, and Zuocun instinctively drew his sword in mid-air and turned to block.

Miss Ah Long was like a ghost, her long, black, and stiff hair dancing wildly like a snake.

The claws extended and clashed with Zuo Cun's blade.

Snapped.

Zuo Cun gritted his teeth and stared at his knife.

With just a simple contact, his katana, which he had bought in Kyoto, broke in two.

Without thinking, Zuocun's instincts led him to kick Ah Long's abdomen with both feet.

Before Miss Alon could react, she used the force to fly towards the ground.

With a roll to dissipate the force, Zuo Cun's hand gripped another knife.

Wakizashi pheasant feathers.

Miss Ah Long has charged forward again.

Ping!

Snapped!

The claws met the blade, but the high-quality pheasant feathers did not break like a katana. Samura barely managed to withstand Ms. Aryū's attack.

Meanwhile, the more they fought, the more alarmed Zuocun became.

This woman... is so strong!

Even if he only uses his fists, feet, and claws, he is stronger than Zuocun.

"Pfft—!" Miss A Long punched Zuo Cun in the stomach, sending him flying. He crashed into the trunk of a tree and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Miss Ah Long bared her sharp teeth and panted heavily.

Zuocun swayed as he stood up from the ground.

Hold the knife in your right hand with one hand, the knife and your arm forming a straight line.

Zuocun has abandoned thinking.

"This is the first time... I've encountered someone who can completely overpower me..."

His laughter was somewhat unrestrained.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes like an icy river, staring intently at Miss Ah Long.

“Although you are a woman and not a samurai, but—”

"Hyakucho-ryū, Saemura Anno".

"Be prepared... to kill me or... to be killed by me."

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Chapter 295 The Still-Immature Dragon

Zuocun just stood there, and Miss Along suddenly felt a little cold.

call--

Zuocun jumped up, stepped onto a tree branch, and looked down at Miss Along.

Miss A-Long took flight, trying to catch Zuo Cun.

but--

Zuo Cun exerted force with his feet and jumped up again.

When Miss A-Long turned to continue searching for Zuo-Cun, Zuo-Cun disappeared again.

Miss A-Long landed on the ground, gritting her teeth as she glared at Zuo Cun, who was leaping around in the treetops.

"Slippery mudfish!" Black lightning gathered on his hands.

Miss A-Long no longer wanted to fly up and play the ghost-catching game with Zuo Cun.

I'll remain unchanged amidst all changes; I don't believe you can escape.

Once you attack, I will—

I'll kill you.

Miss Ah Long's eyes widened.

Zuocun grinned menacingly in the air.

Did she think that simply waiting in place would be enough to win? Inhuman woman.

Zuocun stepped onto the softest branch at the top of the tree and leaped into the air.

Zuocun took one last look at his prey, which was still resting on the ground.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes, just like a real bird.

Taking a deep breath, Zuo Cun fell face down, tucked his arms in, and plummeted straight down.

This is my Hundred Birds Stream.

New Feather Wheel, One of the Different Wings —

Crane, stay!

Miss Ah Long laughed wildly and looked up.

Damn it, I finally caught him!

Black lightning condensed in Miss Alon's right hand.

"I'm going to beat you so badly that every bone in your body will be shattered—!!!" Miss A-Long swung her fist at Zuo Cun's blade.

Bang.

hum-

The ground beneath Miss Ah Long's feet collapsed, centered on her.

"Hey, stop right now!" an urgent voice came from outside the battlefield.

Zuocun's pheasant feathers slashed down from the upper left, colliding perfectly with Miss Along's black lightning.

The two remained locked in a stalemate, but in reality, the black lightning, whose power was no less than that of a human, had already begun to scorch Zuocun.

But Zuocun just grinned menacingly, his eyes fixed on Miss Along's eyes, his hands only focused on exerting force.

Miss A-Long felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the crazed look in Zuo Cun's eyes, but Ryoma's voice had already reached her, so she couldn't care less about anything else.

Black energy also began to emerge from Miss Ah Long's legs.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh—" Zuo Cun ignored it all.

His only goal was to behead his opponent!

In the end, Zuocun suppressed Miss Along.

but.

Samura's Hyakucho-ryu style is based on the katana (Japanese sword).

Pheasant feathers are wakizashi.

Zuocun only left a small wound on Miss Along's forehead.

Miss A-Long stepped back and kicked Zuo-Cun in the stomach.

Zuo Cun was kicked away, but someone caught him.

It's Ryoma, who got lost before.

"Whoosh..." Miss A-Long's strength is indeed great. Ryoma almost got knocked away when he caught Sa-Mura.

Zuo Cun had lost consciousness, suffered burns in multiple places, and had been violently struck in the stomach twice by Miss A Long. However, Zuo Cun had only managed to leave a shallow wound on Miss A Long's forehead, and the amount of blood he vomited was less than what Zuo Cun had vomited.

Ryoma laid Zuocun flat on the ground and sighed.

Miss A-Long ran over and hugged Ryoma tightly.

Ryoma patted Miss Ryoma on the back, his voice somewhat downcast: "Relax, relax."

"Hmm." Miss A-Long didn't want to think too much; all she cared about was Ryoma.

Miss A-Long released Ryoma, glaring angrily at Zuo Cun lying on the ground, and raised her hand to strike him.

Ryoma was startled: "Hey! Calm down, Miss Ryoma!"

“Ryoma, but…” Miss Ryoma was a little unhappy.

Ryoma's eyes dimmed as he took Miss Ryoma's hand.

"Miss Ryoma, calm down." Ryoma squatted down and checked Zuocun's injuries.

"What happened today... was my fault." He stood up, took a small piece of gauze from his pocket, and placed it on Miss Ah Long's forehead.

“If I hadn’t been following this man, he wouldn’t have mistaken us for people with ill intentions, and this fight... shouldn’t have happened.”

"I overestimated myself and underestimated this gentleman," Longma reflected.

Miss A-Long covered her forehead and quietly looked at Ryoma.

"Let's take this gentleman back first. You went too far; he's badly injured," Longma sighed.

Perhaps he was lamenting his own immaturity.

“Hmm…” Miss A-Long obediently followed behind Ryoma, pouting as she looked at Ryoma carrying Samura on his back.

On the other side of the woods, a figure emerged.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes.