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

Nagakura Shinpachi narrowly dodged the blow, but behind the blade was Samura's foot.

Zuocun's body spun like a windmill on the ground, and he kicked Nagakura Shinpachi in the chin.

"Uh-"

Nagakura Shinpachi stumbled and involuntarily retreated.

Zuocun stood upside down on the ground, using his hands to perform several somersaults, facing Nagakura Shinpachi from afar.

"You've got some skills." Nagakura Shinpachi wiped the corner of his mouth.

Zuocun remained silent, then leaped high into the air.

What to do when encountering a power-type swordsman?

Avoid their sharp edge?

No.

Avoiding their sharp edge will only lead to repeated defeats.

There is only one way.

Use a sword that is stronger and heavier than the opponent's.

"New Feather Wheel".

"One of the Wings!" Zuo Cun endured the pain in his left shoulder and gripped the hilt of the Crane's Wing with both hands.

"Hehe, interesting, that's more like it, Anno Samura!"

Nagakura Shinpachi laughed.

Let me show you the ultimate swordsmanship of the Shinto Munen-ryu style, which no one has ever comprehended.

With his sword at his side, Nagakura Shinpachi took a step forward.

boom--

Cracks appeared on the ground.

"The Profound Meaning of the Flow of No Thought in the Divine Path—"

With eyes blazing and eyes wide open, Yongcang Xinba's imposing aura was palpable.

"He Liu—!!!"

"The King of No-Thoughts—!!!"

Lightning struck—and hit the wildfire!

hum-

boom!!!!!!

Zuo Cun's hair ribbon was snapped off by the strong wind of the sword, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.

The two men gritted their teeth and roared.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Zheng—

The two people were positioned separately.

Nagakura Shinpachi clutched his chest and knelt on the ground.

"Puwa—"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

"...I lost."

A vertical slash appeared on Nagakura Shinpachi's chest.

thump.

Nagakura Shinpachi lay on the ground, unconscious.

Zuocun clutched his lower back.

On the right side of his hip bone, Nagakura Shinpachi had made a large incision.

"Drink—drink—drink—"

He was breathing heavily and knelt on one knee.

In addition to the wound on his waist, the wounds on Zuocun's face and shoulder were further torn open due to the violent movements.

"Captain Nagakura—Captain Okita—!!!"

"Hey--"

A kick came from nowhere and came towards Zuo Cun. Zuo Cun barely reacted, overlapping his wrists to protect his chest, but he was still kicked far away.

"...Who was it?" Zuo Cun raised his head and looked at the spot where he had just been.

Three more people appeared on the battlefield.

Two of them I know, and one I don't know.

Saito went to check on Nagakura Shinpachi's condition, while Inoue Genzaburo helped Okita Souji to the side.

A bald, hooded monk carrying a long spear, but wearing a light blue haori, glared angrily at Zuocun.

"...State your name!" Zuo Cun stood up, smiling, and looked at the monk soldier.

"Captain of the 10th Division of the Shinsengumi." The monk twirled his spear, striking a pose. "I am Harada Sanosuke!"

The weapon he was holding, to be precise, was not a gun, but a composite polearm that combined several weapon types.

"...Hozoin-ryu spear technique?" Samura didn't want to say anything more.

"Traitor, prepare to die—!"

Harada Sanosuke, carrying a long spear, charged directly towards Samura.

"Harada!" Inoue was startled, but when he saw Samura covered in blood, he couldn't say a word.

"Then... let's fight!"

Zuo Cun straightened up.

Accompanying the impact was a thrust!

As Samura stepped aside, about to strike, he noticed that Harada had pulled his spear back.

—There's a blade on the back too!

Zuo Cun reacted in an instant, lowered his head, and narrowly avoided the blow.

But—it's not over yet!

The spear slammed directly downwards.

This time, Zuocun had no choice but to hold the crane wings across his chest.

Ping Pong —

"Ugh—Pfft—"

Although the sharp edge was blocked, the force still penetrated into Zuo Cun's chest.

Zuo Cun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

In desperation, Samura forced himself to act, grabbed the ground with his left hand, twisted his body, and kicked Harada Sanosuke in the ankle.

Harada had no choice but to be kicked into the splits by Samura, who took the opportunity to roll to the side and escape Harada Sanosuke's attack range.

Is this the Hozoin-ryu spear technique? — It's terrifying.

Samura stood up and looked at Harada Sanosuke with a serious expression.

Every action is an attack; no matter how you use your weapon, you can inflict damage on your opponent.

Harada Sanosuke, like an angry Vajra, stood up again and stared at Samura.

"You villain who killed the general—today is your death day!"

"Death date?" Zuo Cun chuckled, a mocking smile on his face. "With your level of skill?"

"Smooth-talking!"

"...Try killing me."

Instead of retreating, Zuo Cun charged forward.

Although his thrusting attack is not what Samura excels at, Samura will definitely not let this become his weakness.

Ping Pong —

The weapons clashed, producing a dull thud.

Ignoring the danger, Zuocun grabbed the gun barrel with his left hand.

"What—!" Harada Sanosuke was startled.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Zuo Cun exerted force with both feet and pressed the spear downwards with his hands.

With a nimble change of stance in mid-air, Samura's feet landed directly on Harada Sanosuke's abdomen.

"Ugh—Pfft—" Harada Sanosuke, caught off guard by the attack, involuntarily shrugged.

opportunity!

Without hesitation, Samura grabbed the handle of Harada Sanosuke's spear with his left hand.

Harada was kicked a long way by Samura until his back hit the trunk of a tree and he stopped.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and unsurprisingly, Harada Sanosuke lost consciousness.

Zuocun broke off the handle of the spear and threw the spearhead far away.

His left hand was dripping with blood, yet he stood ramrod straight.

He looked at Inoue Genzaburo and Saito Hajime in the distance.

"Who's next?!"