Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Inuyama He in the picture took action. He pressed the entrance of the scabbard, and the bamboo sword was unsheathed from his waist and turned into a wisp of afterimage. That was the Iai style. Iai is the fastest move in the world. Combined with Inuyama He's "Word Spirit·Setsuna", this is almost the fastest sword in the world.

Gen Chisei was deeply impressed by Inuyama He's swordsmanship. The old man was the strongest swordsman in the entire Snake Eight Clan. His Iai was able to kill several people in a row without seeing the sword light. Including the descendants of Mr. Nibu Iwa, no one could match his skill.

However, in the next photo, what is shocking is that Ange's figure actually disappeared from the picture, like a ghost that disappeared out of thin air. The frame rate of the camera of that era could not capture the extremely fast man at all. His movements were even faster than the human eye and the lens.

Inuyama He's bamboo sword undoubtedly cut through the air.

In the next picture, Ange's back reappeared. There was no knife in the world so fast. When the camera captured him, he had already sheathed the knife. It was as if he had paused the time of the whole world for a moment. In this moment, the situation changed drastically.

Inuyama He's bamboo sword broke into two pieces and rolled in the corner. Bruise marks appeared on his chest, wrists, back and face for no apparent reason. He lay on the ground, curled up in pain, and it seemed that he didn't even know what happened. This short duel ended with his defeat.

Yuan Zhisheng looked down blankly. This set of photos had an unusually concise caption, just one sentence.

"During Ange's three years in Japan, Inuyama He challenged Ange a total of 1,024 times, but never won, always losing."

Chapter 262 A lightning-fast confrontation, one against a hundred!

Inuyama He stared at Ange intently. He suppressed the anger that surged in his heart and slowly lifted the hem of his haori kimono.

A long sword hung at his waist, with a deep red hilt and a jet-black scabbard engraved with gorgeous golden stripes, and the blade was curved in an extremely sharp arc.

The famous sword "Onimaru Kunitsuna" was made by the blacksmith Kunitsuna Saisuke over a period of three years.

Legend has it that Hojo Tokimasa, the first shogun of the Kamakura shogunate, used this sword in a dream to decapitate an oni. The sword earned the name "Onimaru" and later became a Hojo family heirloom. After the Hojo clan's fall, Onimaru Kunitsuna passed through the possessions of various powerful figures of the time, including Nitta Yoshisada, Oda Nobunaga, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi. During the Meiji era, it was acquired by the emperor, who considered it a treasured and renowned sword. Shortly after the fall of the Kamakura shogunate, Onimaru Kunitsuna was acquired by the Ashikaga clan, who established the Muromachi shogunate, becoming a family heirloom and continuing to this day.

Now, Onimaru Kuninaga has fallen into the hands of the Inuyama family and serves as the sword of the head of the family, Inuyama Kazuo.

Inuyama He reached out and pressed the crimson hilt of the knife. A flash of light and shadow passed by, and Onimaru Kuninaga unsheathed the knife at an invisible speed. Inuyama He held it horizontally in his hand, and it made a sharp sound like a tiger's roar.

"Inuyama-kun, have you made up your mind?" Miyamoto Shio asked in a deep voice.

Onimaru Kuninaga has unsheathed his sword, which means that Inuyama He has already made up his mind to kill. This old sword master of the Snake Eight Clan always greets people with a smile. His sword has never been unsheathed for many years, but at this moment everyone can feel the imposing blade and murderous intent. His golden eyes have been ignited, which is the posture of a half-blood ready to kill the enemy.

Inuyama He's move undoubtedly completely broke off his relationship with Ange, but the Eight Snake Families had already declared war on the Menggui Clan and were no longer able to go to war with the secret party. Miyamoto Shio was reminding Inuyama He not to drag down the entire family because of his momentary recklessness.

"Don't worry, Master Miyamoto. The battle between him and Principal Ange is just between him and me. It has nothing to do with the Snake Family or the Inuyama Family." The Inuyama Family stared intently into Ange's eyes. "This is a duel between men. Such duels have been staged a thousand times over the past sixty years. The principal shouldn't have forgotten, right?"

"Honestly, I've forgotten." Ange scratched his temple. "I never remember you and I ever having a man-on-man duel. In my memory, it seems like you always came to me for advice, and then I beat you with a bamboo stick or a wooden sword, knocking you to the ground, holding your head and crying... Ah He, do you think there would be hundreds of man-on-man duels between me and a mama-san?"

Ange turned his wrist and took out his folding knife, but Inuyama He waved his hand to stop him.

This time, Ange's ridicule failed to arouse Inuyama He's anger. On the contrary, he calmly waved his hand and let the two girls come forward.

Miwako held a long sword with a black sheath and knelt at Ange's feet. "The famous sword 'Ichimonji Norimune', please, Principal."

Nanako held a short sword in a lacquered sheath and knelt to the other side of Ange's feet. "The famous sword 'Red Snow Samaji', please, Principal."

A tachi and a kodachi, both are famous magical weapons in Japanese history. Their lengths perfectly match Niten's sword-wielding method. It seems that Inuyama He had anticipated this battle with Ange before and had prepared weapons that suited Ange early on.

"As a swordsman who once shared equal prowess with Mr. Nibuiwa, sixty-two years have passed. Isn't the principal too old to even wield a sword now?" Inuyama He asked expressionlessly. "Do you need half an hour to warm up, principal?"

"My swordsmanship has indeed become rusty due to lack of practice, and I'm also old." Ange reached out to press the handles of both swords, smiling and responding, "But there's no need to warm up when dealing with a half-baked swordsman like you, Ah He."

Inuyama He stopped talking, and practiced the three steps of Iai: looking, breathing, and kori-kou-kiri... Inuyama He's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.

Pull it out!

The blade is pulled out of the sheath, the first sword of the horizontal character, which is the life of Iai. It is steady and slow at first, and then accelerates in the middle. When the tip of the blade is about to leave the carp's mouth, it is as fast as a flash of wind!

Originally, there was a long table of more than ten meters between Inuyama He and Ange, and they were standing on each side. But after a blurry light and shadow flashed, the exquisite plates, wine glasses and wooden boats on the long table shattered with a bang, and the petals of the cherry branch were split into two invisibly.

It was a long but extremely sharp sword light, blood-red, dragging a rainbow of more than ten meters, without even stirring up a trace of wind, and everything in its path was cut in half.

This is a truly extremely fast slash. Iai is originally the fastest type of Japanese swordsmanship. Inuyama Ka's Iai sword is also superimposed with his word spirit, Moment. Inuyama Ka draws the sword, and it only takes a moment from the long sword being unsheathed to chopping people. This is a speed that the human eye cannot capture. Often, before the opponent realizes it, the enemy's head has already rolled down.

This is Inuyama Ka's ultimate Iai. In the past twenty years, no one in the entire Japanese kendo field could be his opponent in one round.

But Inuyama He's enemy at this time is the sword master who reached the pinnacle sixty years ago, Hilbert Jean-Anger!

Inuyama He rushed forward for more than ten meters with an indomitable momentum. His speed and strength were almost unstoppable, but Angé just watched silently, motionless.

It was not until the sharp long rainbow rolled up by Onimaru Kuninaga was approaching his face that Inuyama He showed up and came close to Ange, with the blade almost cutting Ange's face, that Ange began to act.

His movements were also impossible to capture with the naked eye. He swung out two katana with his hands, one long and one short. The two swords drew invisible sword flowers in the air. The blade of the short katana was against the back of the long sword. The two swords crossed and blocked Inuyama He's attack path with the combined force of his hands.

Cut it off!

With the sword that completely knocked the opponent down, Inuyama He used the method of drawing a large arc from above to chop down Angers' Suigetsu with such great force and speed that it was like a falling thunderbolt.

The close combat, sparks flew, like silver flowers blooming on an iron tree, Onimaru Kuninaga, Ichimonji Norimune and Hongxue Sahmonji rubbed against each other, producing thousands of angry bee-like sounds, extremely harsh.

Everyone present, whether it was the two family heads Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō, or the sword girls like Miwako and Nanako, all covered their ears... Only Sakurano, she suppressed the manic sound, and stared at the unparalleled confrontation between the two sword masters in the field with great interest, her eyes burning with eagerness to try.

Ange retreated all the way to the door of the Japanese-style room.

Inuyama He knelt down where Ange was, with the tip of the knife at a standard distance of twenty centimeters from the floor and the blade horizontal.

With the blood vibrating, the heart being broken, and the sword being sheathed, Onimaru Kuninaga carried the long rainbow and put it into the black scabbard. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if he had performed them thousands of times.

Only after a complete set of Iai was performed did Inuyama He, who was half-kneeling on the ground, look up. The broken cherry blossoms fell on his shoulders. His speed was so amazing that Onimaru Kuninaga had been sheathed, and the effect of blood vibration was highlighted.

A series of blood drops scattered from the tip of Onimaru Kunitsuna's knife and fell on the white screen. All the bloodstains fell on exactly the same position, without bias. The last drop of blood hit the previous drop, like an arrow, and the white paper screen was actually pierced by the blood arrow!

The last drop of blood rolled down the side of Sakurano's face and was caught by her fingertips.

Inuyama He turned his head to look at the screen pierced by the chain of blood beads, and suddenly smiled. He turned back to look at Ange: "Principal, you are too old. Is this enough to hurt you? You can't even catch up with half of what Mr. Nibuiwa was back then, right?"

"Do you regret not taking my advice and warming up for half an hour, Principal?" Inuyama He stood on the wooden table, looking down at Ange who was standing at the door. "Is your chest okay? It shouldn't hurt with such a small wound, right? If you lose later, you won't use my sneak attack as an excuse, will you?"

"Baka." Sakurano in the corner cursed inwardly as she looked at Inuyama He who looked smug and mocked Ange.

This old man is still so naive, thinking that such an attack can hurt the principal? He didn't even take a closer look at who was injured before showing off his strength, as happy as if he had found a second spring in his old age... How badly was he bullied by the principal back then? He was bullied stupidly, so stupid that it is both adorable and pitiful!

Ange also shook Ichimonji Norimune and Benyuki Samamonji. Since the scabbards were not with him, he skipped the process of sheathing the swords. He smiled at Inuyama He and saw that his student, who looked over sixty years old, was so excited and in high spirits, like a child who won a toy from his father.

Inuyama He looked at Ange's smiling face and was suddenly stunned. He was too familiar with this smile. Deep in his memory, Ange would always show such a smile every time he sheathed his sword, and his pupils would reflect the twisted and wailing figure of Inuyama He lying on the ground.

Inuyama He lowered his head belatedly realizing that a huge hole had been cut in the lining of his kimono. Blood dyed the white kimono scarlet. Pain came like a tide, and only then could Inuyama He clearly feel a huge wound on his chest.

So it was me who was injured in the first place? My sword didn't even touch Ange's body, but it was Ange's follow-up strike that left a crisscross wound on my chest. A deeper wound would have been fatal... and I didn't even notice it!

The nerves began to hurt again. This knife was like a cut on Inuyama He's dignity. More than sixty years of humiliation condensed into a slap, hitting his old face hard, causing a burning pain.

Seeing Jia injured, the dancers and singers gathered around him. Some of them pulled out broken blades from their thighs, and some pulled out long swords from under their guzhengs. These beautiful girls were carefully selected not to be just vases, but each of them was a well-trained killer.

In other words, there are now hundreds of assassins gathered in Tamamonomae. Even a swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of skill can only do a "ten-round fight". Fighting one against ten is almost the limit of kendo. According to common sense, it is almost impossible for anyone to break out of the siege of a hundred assassins and remain safe and sound.

But Gilbert Jean Ange could never be judged by common sense.

The singers rushed forward first, and Ange quickly turned the double swords in his hands 180 degrees, with the blades facing inward and the backs facing outward.

The singer closest to him was almost sticking to him, and the imitation of Hongxue Samamonji could cut Ange's neck in the next second, but the next moment, the dagger was pulled off by a huge force.

No one could see clearly when Ange drew his knife, or with what posture. From everyone's perspective, Ange did not make any movement at all, but when the singer was about to succeed, she suddenly flew out sideways and lost consciousness after landing. A straight red mark appeared on the back of her snow-white neck, as if she had been whipped and fainted.

More and more girls rushed forward one after another, displaying various styles of slashing techniques, such as sword drawing, kasaya slash, Yagyu Shinkage-ryu, Kagami Shinake-ryu, Satsuma Shigen-ryu... The sword lights and sword shadows formed a dense net, covering the sky and the sun, and it was airtight... However, in the center of the pale light and shadow, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, dozens of "pa pa" sounds of whipping rang out at the same time, overlapping each other, loud and crisp. Dozens of girls who rushed forward flew out at the same time and landed on the wall or railings. Without exception, there was a conspicuous red mark on their delicate white bodies, which was caused by Ange's whipping.

The old man held the Monji Zezong and Hongxue Zuomonji in reverse, like the most severe teaching whip and stick in the world. Any disobedient bad girls who brandished swords and tried to play tricks in front of the old man would be mercilessly beaten away by this strict teacher and fainted on the ground.

The dancers and singers were defeated one after another. These beautiful killer girls carefully trained by the family could not even bring the slightest smile to Ange. Their smiles were barely enough for him to warm up slightly, not even enough to make him sweat.

At this time, the ten girls in the room moved.

Miwako pulled out another famous sword, Mikazuki Munechika, from the secret compartment on the wall. The shuriken seemed to appear out of thin air in her palm. She was actually a ninja!

No wonder Miwako is proficient in various dances at such a young age. For a female ninja's resilience and body control, participating in a dance competition is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

Five shurikens with strange trajectories attacked first, but were blocked by Ange with his two swords. Following the last shuriken was the figure of Miwako holding a knife. Her swordsmanship was actually at the level of Miyamoto Musashi's Enmei. Such skills can be regarded as an ace killer in any organization!

However, there is an essential gap between Enmei Ichi-ryu and Niten Ichi-ryu. Miwako's fancy attack only made Ange move a few steps... Then the back of Ichimonji Norimune's sword hit her left cheek hard, and the ballet girl flew out in a 720-degree turn.

After Miwako came Maki. She took out two Beretta pistols from her waist, with the magazines filled with powerful live bullets. She knelt on one knee, holding the gun with both hands, aiming at Ange with one eye and firing ten shots in succession. The trajectory of each shot was perfect.

This rising star in the film and television industry is actually a sharpshooter with considerable talent in the use of firearms!

Chapter 263 Lu Mingfei vs. Angers

No matter how sharp a sword is, it depends on the wielder's use. Bullets are indeed cold-blooded and ruthless. Once they are ejected from the barrel, their purpose is to kill.

The bullets fired by Maki cut through the air and approached Ange, and the barrage of bullets covered all blind spots of Ange.

But strangely enough, none of the bullets, which were extremely accurate, hit Ange, not even grazed the corner of his clothes.

In Ange's golden eyes, the traces of each bullet seemed to be slowed down dozens of times, and the routes became clearly visible. Ange waved the two swords in his hands freely, using the blades of the two swords to gently lift or press down the trajectory of the bullet. The collision of the blades and the bullets produced dazzling sparks, splashing streams of light in the air.

To others, dozens of fatal bullets seemed to have missed the target and passed by Ange, leaving behind black, smoking holes on the ceiling or floor.

Ange smiled as he watched Maki refilling the magazine with bullets. He casually took a ball from the railing behind him, threw it up, and then used the Ichimonji Norimune in his hand as a bat to hit the ball.

He made a home run gesture, and the back of Ichimonji's knife hit the colored ball fiercely, and the fluffy colored ball flew out like a high-speed baseball.

Maki had just finished reloading the bullets. When she raised her gun to aim at Ange, she found a colorful ball rapidly enlarging in her sight and shooting towards her like a cannonball. She wanted to escape, but it was too late. The ball hit her forehead with such force that she fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

The ball exploded with a bang as it bounced off Maki's head, scattering colored paper and streamers all over the field, and a round red mark appeared on Maki's forehead.

It is hard to imagine that such a soft colored ball can be shot at such an amazing speed, and even knock people unconscious. A sharpshooter holding two guns was killed by the old man in front of him with just one colored ball.

Everyone then realized that this old man was not only a polite old gentleman, but also more like a warrior who had experienced many battles. Any inconspicuous object could be transformed into a ferocious weapon in his hands... This was when Ange deliberately restrained himself and did not want to take their lives.

Nanako took a deep breath and suddenly smashed the switch in the corner with the handle of the knife. The whole Tamamonomae was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the moonlight was blocked outside the opaque dome. The darkness was as thick as ink and nothing could be seen.

Dazzling high-power searchlights suddenly lit up from all directions, and each light shone directly at one target - Angers in the field.

In the dark environment, all the light sources are focused on him, just like the protagonist who is forced onto the stage. It is difficult for a person standing under the strong light to see the situation in the dark, but he will undoubtedly become the focus of everyone.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Ange from the darkness, and Ange, who was illuminated by the concentrated beam of light, subconsciously squinted his eyes. His sight was pale and his vision was temporarily deprived.

Several crossbows emerged from the darkness. In the dark, the threat of crossbows was several times greater than that of guns. The firing of crossbows was almost silent. Even if one heard the sound of crossbows cutting through the air at close range, it was already too late. It was difficult for Angers to change the trajectory of a series of crossbow arrows with a sword, and sharp arrows were more difficult to dodge than bullets.

The first batch of crossbow arrows were shot out with a "whoosh". The sharp arrows were powerful and swift, with a straight trajectory. The metal arrow tips met in the center of the searchlight, collided with each other, and rubbed out sharp and piercing sounds and dazzling sparks.

But Ange disappeared out of thin air.

"How despicable! Shining such a high-powered flashlight on an elderly person? What if they damage his eyes? The medical bills would be very expensive." Ange's voice suddenly appeared behind all the girls holding crossbows. "Girls, it's more pleasing to the eyes if you sing and dance. Pointing such a dangerous toy at an elder is unkind."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the crossbows were cut off at the same time. The cuts were as smooth as if they were cut by lasers. All the searchlights were moved to shine towards the huge glass dome. The strong light source was reflected by the edges of the glass to every corner of the venue. The entire Tamamonomae was suddenly as bright as daylight.

When his vision became clear again, Ange's figure had reappeared at the previous position like a ghost, playing with two swords in his hands, calm and composed, as if he had never moved.

The scattered light reflected by the dome illuminated everyone's face. Everyone looked at the old man in the field as if they had seen a ghost, with astonishment and fear. No matter whether they were the well-trained dancers and singers, or Inuyama He's goddaughters who were gifted in killing skills, both hot and cold weapons were deployed, but no one could do anything to the old man.

If Ange had been more cruel and had murderous intent, the girls present would not even have been able to draw their weapons alive, and Tamamonomae would have been covered in blood. However, the reason Ange allowed them to attack him was simply to use their hands to warm up.

When he reappeared, he had already taken off his jacket, suit and lining.

He was surrounded by girls he had knocked over. They fainted on the floor or hung on the railings, their bodies lying on the ground. Only Ange was standing, his muscles stretched in blocks, sweat condensed into mist... It was hard to imagine that this was the physique that a 132-year-old man could have. His physical condition was even more robust and powerful than that of a young man.

Everyone who saw Ange's appearance gasped.

Using the old man's body as the canvas, a grand and shocking Ukiyo-e was painted.

What we have seen before, whether it is the tiger head and yaksha on the arm, or the fiery clouds on the chest, are only part of this huge painting. Now this highest-level tattoo in the Japanese underworld has finally revealed its full picture.

Countless tigers and yakshas were intertwined in the Cloud Kingdom. When Ange moved his wrist, the tigers showed their sharp teeth and the yakshas bared their green fangs. When Ange stretched his back and chest, flames of war surrounded the entire land, flags covered the sky, thunder surged, tigers and ghosts fought each other, they bit each other's throats in the clouds and fire, using up all their murderous nature, and all the cruelty and tyranny in the world were revealed to the fullest in this man!

The style of the tattoo is like an ancient mural, but the colors are stunningly beautiful, and the murderous intent that fills the body is pouring out like substance.

Just by looking at it, one feels as if they are on a devil's battlefield. The air is filled with the strong smell of blood, and the sounds of howling and claws clashing seem to echo in their ears... Every girl who sees this painting of "Evil in All Realms" can't help but have this feeling. Perhaps only the king of evil in this world would dare to paint such a ferocious pattern on his body.

The girls in the Japanese-style room who were eager to try seemed to be frightened by this vicious man. They forgot to attack for a moment and hesitated to move forward.

Inuyama He glanced at his goddaughters who were hesitant and dared not step forward, and was ready to take off his haori to fight Ange himself... But when he was halfway through taking off his clothes, a figure in the distant corner suddenly rushed out.

It was Sakurano. She rushed towards Ange without any warning, like a gust of wind suddenly blowing out of the plain.

It was hard to imagine that such a thin girl could possess such amazing explosive power. When her feet stepped on the floor, almost the entire floor shook violently. The wind lifted her skirt, and the long sword hidden behind her revealed its black scabbard.

A pair of bare hands brushed across the long sword, and Sakurano held the sword at her waist. As she rushed forward, she placed one hand on the jet-black scabbard, lowered her head, arched her back, and lowered her center of gravity.

This posture was actually... Before anyone could react, an arc of light flashed, and the long sword at Sakurano's waist was unsheathed.

Xu, broken, urgent!

The three-word rule of "one horizontal character"!

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, not a single breeze was stirred up, but the dresses of the fainting girls standing between Sakurano and Ange were suddenly torn, the green bamboo leaves at the door fell silently, and the pale arc of light stretched out a light and shadow of more than ten meters. Everything was silently cut in half wherever the light and shadow passed, like a bolt of lightning striking Ange.

The sword move that Sakurano used was actually "Iai"!

Although the posture is not as good as Inuyama He's standard, the speed is almost as good, and the power and momentum are not inferior at all... There is no doubt that this sword has also reached the ultimate meaning of Kendo Iai, and is a well-deserved swift cut in Japanese swordsmanship!

Miyamoto Shio and Ryoma Genichirō looked at each other, and each of them could see the confusion in the other's eyes... This girl's attainments in kendo are actually comparable to Inuyama Kagawa's, and the artistic conception of this sword has clearly reached a level of perfection. Does the head of the Inuyama family actually have a master of this level under his command?