I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

He had barely taken a step when he was met head-on by Daosaburo's gleaming blade:

"You think you can stop two swordsmen from the Chiba family all by yourself? Aren't you being a bit too confident?"

Dozaburo swung his two swords, each unleashing a different move: his left sword slashed downwards, while his right sword swept horizontally, blocking all of Sukuna's escape routes.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Su Nuo could only grit his teeth, gather strength in his waist, and take the blow head-on from Dao Sanlang's slash.

With two loud clangs, Daosaburo's twin swords were deflected.

Sukuna ignored Dozaburo and rushed after Eijiro.

Before he could even turn his gaze, Dozaburo had already re-established his stance and pounced on him again.

Dao Sanlang relentlessly pursued Su Nuo, leaving him no time to spare, showing no sign of giving up.

Both of them are rare dual-wielding swordsmen... From this perspective, they are truly a wonderful pair of rivals.

While Dozaburo was holding Sukuna back, Eijiro ran past Sukuna and chased straight after Shuten-dōji.

Soon, his figure disappeared from the sight of everyone present, leaving only a trail of dust.

Seeing that catching up with Eijiro was hopeless, Sukuna gritted his teeth in resentment, his expression dominated by intense frustration.

Despite his deep resentment, he could only silently pray for Shuten-dōji in his heart, and then concentrate all his mind and body on the opponent in front of him.

"Come on, Chiba Dosaburo, let me see your world-renowned 'Hokushin Two-Sword Style'!"

Daosaburo said calmly:

"Then open your eyes wide and take a good look."

In an instant, four blades cleaved out, slicing the air into shreds! It was terrifying!

On the other side, the battle between Chiba Jutaro and Umibozu can be described as "a duel between two ferocious beasts"!

Both men were tall, strong, and powerful.

Although Jutaro is a proper successor of the Hokushin Itto-ryu school, his fighting style is not quite in line with the style of Hokushin Itto-ryu, but is closer to the Shinto Munen-ryu or Jigen-ryu school!

He frequently raised his sword above his head and then slashed down with force—the same fighting style was used by the Sea Monk opposite him.

They used all their strength in every attack.

Therefore, whenever their blades collided, the powerful shockwave would cause dust and smoke to swirl and fly around, with fragments of the blades flying out from time to time.

Such a scene makes one wonder: given their fighting style, will their stamina run out first, or will their knives give out first?

……

……

After penetrating deep into the Ninomaru, the figures of the guards reappeared before Shuten-dōji's eyes.

"He's the only one left!"

"We absolutely cannot let him advance any further!"

"We have been paid by the shogunate for nearly three hundred years! It is time to repay the shogunate's kindness!"

Perhaps because it is close to the heart of Edo Castle, the garrison here is exceptionally brave.

Their skills and training level may not be outstanding, but their courage in the face of strong enemies is commendable.

Seeing the defenders surging forward again, Shuten-dōji lowered his eyelids and exhaled a breath of stale air.

There were no companions around him... To be honest, he had never felt so lonely as he did at this moment.

For some reason, at this moment, he seemed to understand the feelings of Otani Seiichiro, who had charged into battle alone earlier.

Whether he can take Tokugawa Iemochi's head depends entirely on his performance next.

The fate of the massive "Heavenly Spear" project, which has been in the works for many years, now rests entirely on his shoulders.

This pressure made him anxious... but it also made him feel incredibly excited!

"Get out of my way...!"

A deep, muffled growl erupted from its throat.

The next moment, he slightly bent his knees, then sprang up like a spring! In one breath, he closed the distance and plunged headlong into the ranks of the defenders!

A series of sword flashes shot out.

Puffs of blood mist gushed out and splattered.

Strange rays of light flickered in Shuten-dōji's eyes.

The sculpted Shuten-dōji looks exactly like a heartless killing machine that only knows how to wield a sword!

He swung his knife with precision and without pause, reaping life after life.

Suddenly, a splash of blood splattered into his eyes, making them burn instantly.

My left eye has temporarily lost its sight; all I can see is a dark, murky patch of blood.

My right eye is slightly better, but a small portion of my vision is still obscured by blood.

Blood blurred his vision, impairing his eyesight... In the midst of battle, this was undoubtedly an incredibly dangerous accident!

Ordinary people would probably be at a loss due to this sudden change.

In fact, even Shuten-dōji was stunned at this moment.

However, he quickly regained his composure and continued to fight the enemy without stopping!

The limited vision did not affect his eyesight; on the contrary, it aroused his ferocity!

By now, his five senses have been heightened to their maximum.

Using his senses of smell, hearing, and intuition, he accurately pinpointed the location of each soldier.

Slash, slash, and slash again!

Kill, kill, and kill some more!

The solid feel of the blade cutting into the human body was continuously transmitted to his palm.

Am I injured?

Where am I now?

How far are we from the citadel?

How many enemies are still ahead?

He had no time to think about these problems... or rather, he was simply unable to think about them.

His mind was blank, devoid of any thoughts; he simply drove his body to swing the knife and kill in a monotonous and mechanical manner!

Through his blurry vision, he could vaguely make out faces.

An angry face.

A face of hatred.

A frustrated face.

A face filled with fear.

The soldiers guarding the front lines were displaying a variety of negative emotions.

Looking at these faces with their varied expressions, he suddenly recalled the past for some reason.

This happened a long time ago.

At that time, he was a kabuki actor.

Back then, his greatest hobby was performing on stage and carefully observing the expressions of the audience afterward.

An excited face.

An excited face.

An expectant face.

An excited face.

Whenever he sees these faces radiating genuine joy, he feels immense satisfaction, and all his fatigue vanishes.

Suddenly, the scene before my eyes changed drastically.

The scenes from my memory have vanished.

Those jubilant, excited faces disappeared.

Instead, faces contorted with anger and fear appeared.

He returned to the real world.

The beauty of the past is ultimately just a fleeting memory.

Suddenly, he felt his field of vision widen—the densely packed garrison had vanished.

He looked around blankly while wiping his eyes to remove the bloodstains.

As his vision returned, he gradually came to terms with the situation.

Looking up ahead—there were no soldiers left in front of him.

Looking back, the ground behind me was covered with countless corpses.

He utterly destroyed every single one of these layers of defenses!

Then, he noticed where he was.

There was a bridge beneath my feet, and below the bridge flowed a bottomless river.

Shuten-dōji recognized it at a glance—this was the second moat of Edo Castle.

Edo Castle has two moats: one outside the third naval base, and the other running between the main naval base and the second naval base.

Since this river beneath our feet is the second moat of Edo Castle, then...

Shuten-dōji slowly raised his head, looking at the tall city gate before him without any joy or sorrow.

"Oh dear...we've arrived at the citadel..."