I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Not only are the quantities vastly different, but the quality is also worlds apart, and even the varieties are not the same.

"Are you really a swordsman? Why are you carrying a chainsaw?"

Zoro couldn't help but jump in and interject.

"Zoro, don't be rude," Koushirou gently stopped him.

Zoro's interruption made Sigurd focus on his Justice Suit for the first time.

After observing Zoro and the others' expressions, Sigurd belatedly guessed what was going on.

I was so focused on feeling safe that I completely forgot about my image...

With so many things slung around his waist, especially a conspicuous chainsaw, it looked really strange.

Sig drifted off into thought, recalling the strange looks he'd received from passersby when he excitedly donned his gear and walked through the village.

He hadn't quite realized what was happening yet, and asked the bald man why.

"Boss, they are awestruck by your wisdom and prowess."

This is how the bald man answered at the time.

Sig took a deep breath and looked at the bald man and his men behind him, but the bandits did not show any signs of discomfort.

"Hey, hey, none of these guys think my equipment is weird, right?"

"Do they genuinely think I look incredibly wise and heroic in my justice suit?"

Sig was also surprised.

These underlings are beyond saving.

"From now on, I'll distribute these righteous equipment to my subordinates so they can also benefit from them."

"Isn't it normal for a strong person like me to have a subordinate who carries my sword?"

"Even though they're carrying chainsaws..."

Despite a jumble of thoughts running through his mind, Sieg's expression remained completely unchanged.

With Sigurd's current acting skills, he naturally wouldn't be distracted by Zoro's words.

However, he also had some worries.

Li Jing possesses the qualities of a "sword master," and if he intends to use Koushirou and Zoro as experience points to grind, then he cannot afford to let his image as a sword master crumble.

So the next performance is this: although I'm using a spiked club and a chainsaw, I'm still a master swordsman.

A thought flashed through Sieg's mind, and he began his performance.

“Of course I am a swordsman,” Sig replied calmly.

His gaze fell on the two wooden swords that Zoro was holding in his arms.

"It's just that I have a few more swords than others; it's merely a difference between sword styles."

Zoro paused, then grew even angrier, pointing at the pile of Justice Suit items that Sigurd had placed on the ground, and shouted:

"These aren't swords at all!"

"For example, this is clearly a wolf fang..."

"The Wolf Fang Sword!" Sig blurted out first.

Zoro, after being rebuffed, pointed to another spot, unconvinced:

"Then this chainsaw...."

"Chainsaw Sword!" Sig answered again.

"You..." Zoro was speechless, his face turning red.

"cough."

Koushirou coughed lightly, smiling as he tried to smooth things over:

"Mr. Sig’s swordsmanship and unusual weapons are indeed very rare and have broadened my horizons."

Sig's eyes lit up, and he quickly climbed up the pole, sighing with relief:

"Indeed, there are very few swordsmen like me who know how to constantly break through and adapt to the trends of the times."

"Times have changed."

"Many swordsmen are conservative and complacent with the sword techniques passed down from their predecessors. They do not know how to innovate and lack a pioneering spirit."

"In my eyes, the chainsaw...sword is no worse than a regular sword. We can try it if you don't believe me."

Sig casually picked up the chainsaw, turned it on, and then his gaze fell on the Wado Ichimonji in Kuina's hand. He said softly:

"Wado Ichimonji is one of the 21 Great Swords, and it is considered a famous sword even in the world."

"I just don't know whether this great sword is faster, or my chainsaw sword?"

The chainsaw in Sieg's hand made a buzzing noise as the blade began to spin at high speed.

For a moment, no one spoke; only the buzzing noise of the chainsaw could be heard.

Kuina's eyes widened, and she instinctively hugged Wado Ichimonji tightly, freezing on the spot.

Koushirou, who always had a squinty smile, froze on his face, wishing he could swallow back what he had just said.

Sig has actually set his sights on the Wado Ichimonji, and even plans to use a chainsaw to fight it out!

Even the usually composed Koushirou was momentarily speechless, his expression changing.

Meanwhile, Sieg, carrying the chainsaw, felt ashamed.

He originally just wanted to maintain his image as a master swordsman, but now he seems to have gotten carried away and even blurted out his previous wild thoughts...

"Something's not right! Did I drink alcohol just now? Why am I feeling tipsy?"

"I only drank Koushirou's tea. Could he have secretly added sake to it?!"

Sig was a little embarrassed and quickly prepared to turn off the chainsaw.

But suddenly, his movements slowed down.

A strange feeling gradually welled up in my heart.

There's a saying that weapons are an extension of the arm.

Sig had a similar feeling when he killed the King of the Near Sea with his sword after obtaining Li Jingka.

It was as if the longsword had become a part of his body, and he could wield it with ease, as if it were an extension of his arm, without any hindrance.

And now, when Sieg holds the chainsaw, he has a similar feeling.

There was no longer any obstacle between the person and the chainsaw; they became one.

This moment.

Sig is the chainsaw, and the chainsaw is Sig; he has reached the point where man and saw are one!

Chapter 74 Chainsaw Swordsman

Buzzing.

Inside the dojo, Sig carried a chainsaw, seemingly lost in thought.

His mind returned to the time when he slew the king of the near sea with his sword.

That time, everything about the Sea King—flesh, bones, internal organs, and so on—was indistinguishable under Sieg's sword, cut in two with a single stroke, and easily dealt with without encountering the slightest obstacle.

Sig, carrying a chainsaw, had a similar illusion again.

It seems that he can cut anything in two with a chainsaw if he wants to.

Like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

The knife wasn't a good knife, nor was it particularly powerful, but it could still cut everything along the natural lines of things.

Of course, this was just a feeling, and Sieg didn't intend to put it into practice.

If he were to tentatively swing the chainsaw, a horrific accident of catching it barehanded might occur...

A surge of joy welled up in Sieg's heart.

He had initially worried that this chainsaw might not be able to utilize Li Jing's ability to catch a blade barehanded, since it wasn't exactly a sword...

"Li Jing is indeed the greatest swordsman of the Shang Dynasty!"

"Even with a chainsaw, one can still exert considerable strength and easily achieve a state of perfect harmony between man and saw!"

Sieg admired him in his heart.

To be fair, holding the chainsaw doesn't feel as good as the original one-handed longsword, but it's not too far off.

While Sieg was overjoyed, the expressions of the others in the dojo also gradually changed.

Even Zoro and Kuina, who were only around ten years old, could clearly sense that Sigurd's aura had changed.

When Sieg gripped the chainsaw, his breath became indistinguishable from the chainsaw itself, perfectly synchronized, finally revealing the aura of a master swordsman.

Especially Ivankov, the transvestite king.

He had witnessed firsthand the scene of Sieg slaying the King of the Near Sea, and was familiar with Sieg's aura at this moment.

Koushirou still smiled with his eyes narrowed, but for the first time, he began to take Sig seriously.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that someone could master a weapon like a chainsaw to such an extent.

In Koushirou's eyes, this was clearly a level of swordsmanship that had been cultivated to the point where one could hear the breath of all things and was capable of cutting through steel.

"Could it be that there really is a sword style called 'Chainsaw Style'?"

This confusion arose in Koushirou's mind.

Amidst everyone's astonishment, Sieg, carrying the chainsaw, keenly sensed the change in everyone's expressions.

As a film emperor, being able to read between the lines and make the next performance is a basic skill.

Does it matter whether it's a chainsaw or a sword?

Sieg whispered: