From Hokage to Visionary

Wang Jiang, Tachibana Masamune, Herzog. How many identities does he have?

No one knows the answer to this question.

But Yuan Zhisheng didn't want to ask anymore, because there was no need. Herzog had only one identity, and that was the enemy!

It is an 'enemy' that must be killed, it is the biggest and most evil 'ghost'!

"Masamune Tachibana, no, it should be Herzog."

Yuan Zhisheng's face showed no mercy, his pupils were flowing with molten iron-like gold, and the blood of the 'Emperor' was activated: "In the name of the 74th generation of the Sheqi Eight Clan, I will kill you here today and will not let your conspiracy succeed!"

Word Spirit·Royal Power!

The ancient and solemn language, like the chanting of God, echoed on the ground of Tokyo Bay.

That was the anger from a king who inherited royal blood. With Yuan Zhisheng as the center, the physical rules of the space within a radius of dozens of meters around him were completely changed.

The hard ground groaned as it could not bear the weight, and cracks visible to the naked eye extended like spider webs. In this area of ​​'royalty', gravity was exerted dozens of times on everyone. Their original body weight of only a hundred kilograms was directly turned into a terrifying weight of thousands of kilograms.

Ten times the body weight acting on human bones is difficult to bear even for a hybrid with a strong physique.

"Zhisheng, your enemy is not me."

Herzog struggled to resist the gravity from the domain of "royalty", and remained calm.

A vanity dream, three lives are vague, fate has no trace,

Even though we are worthy of love, why do we need to meet again?

The soil is full of life, who can resist the flowing water?

Flowing eastward without end.

This is the lyrics from Bando Tamasaburo's "Yang Guifei", but the singing voice is so plaintive, as if mixed with a hint of resentment and hatred.

Yuan Zhisheng was startled for a moment, and looked up at the source of the singing. He saw a man wearing a wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with red spider lilies, holding a long red sword, and slowly walking towards him: "Long time no see, brother. No, we just met last time, hehe."

"Young girl."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the figure and said softly, "So, this is the path you chose, right?"

"Some things have to come to an end, don't they?"

Feng Jian Liuli pointed the blade at an angle, with a smile on his face that seemed to be neither a smile nor a cry: "Come on, you are the Supreme Emperor, and I am the most evil ghost, crush me with your justice, just like you did in the past, put an end to all this once and for all, brother!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 301: Uesugi Yue: Me? Just a ramen chef passing by

"Come on, my dear brother!"

Fengjian Liuli pursed her cracked lips with the tip of her tongue, and a bloodthirsty and cruel light flashed in her eyes.

As he spoke, Fengjian Liuli exerted force with his feet, and the powerful strength of the hybrid was poured into the hard concrete ground, leaving cracks in his feet. The crimson blade cut through the air, pulling out a brutal and enchanting silk thread, and wrapped in the whistling strong wind, he chopped straight towards Yuan Zhisheng's head.

Yuan Zhisheng reacted very quickly and blocked the attack with his sword.

when!

The sharp blades collided, splashing dazzling sparks.

In the night briefly illuminated by sparks, Kazama Ruri and Minamoto Chisei wrestled with each other, their blades pressed against each other, burning like molten iron, their golden eyes emitting dazzling light, revealing different expressions.

The brief eye contact revealed two completely different states of mind.

This is a battle between brothers!

"Girl, let me ask you again, do you really want to ascend the throne?"

Yuan Zhisheng held the knife with both hands, tightly against the crimson blade. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but he knew his brother could read his lips: "Do you remember the story I told you?"

"The Monkey King who jumped out of a stone was a gifted god of war. He later overturned the palace of heaven and fought fiercely with the gods."

"I was talking about how powerful and majestic the Monkey King was, but you were talking about how lonely he must be. He was a natural hero, but there was no one like him in the world. Isn't a king a lonely thing? I remember that you were most afraid of loneliness when you were a child."

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Feng Jian Liuli laughed wildly, looking like a madman, swinging the crimson blade, each blow faster than the last: "What Monkey King? I've already forgotten!"

As he spoke, he pushed Yuan Zhisheng away with force, then revealed a flamboyant and arrogant smile.

"Brother, we have grown up, and the knife has been stained with the blood of many people."

He took out a purple potion from his arms and grinned, "We are no longer pure, so what qualifications do we have to get together and tell fairy tales?"

"Is that a Molotov cocktail?!" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the potion, his heart suddenly shocked and he was shrouded in uneasiness.

"Yes, this is the last one."

Fengjian Liuli no longer hesitated and raised her head to drink the dangerous potion.

"do not want!"

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

He rushed forward, but was forced back by Fengjian Liuli's sword. He could only watch him drink the last drop of potion into his body.

Gudong!

His already noble bloodline was further enhanced by the violent potion, pushing him into the abyss of 'ghost'.

"Come on, brother, this is the last time."

The blood vessels on Fengjian Liuli's forehead bulged, and her entire skin was red, as if she was emitting high temperature, and hot air was steaming around her.

Transparent scales covered the surface of the skin, emitting steaming blood when it opened and closed, with tangled muscles and protruding bones. The delicate face like a woman was surrounded by a ferocious exoskeleton, like a dragon, scanning everyone present with its violent and dazzling golden eyes.

Now, Fengjian Liuli has completely escaped from the category of "human" and stepped into the abyss of "ghost"!

"In that case, then follow me on a long journey." Yuan Zhisheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, his expression as indifferent as a stone carving, and he tightly grasped the ancient sword Spider Cut: "As far as Huangquan!"

boom!

Almost at the same time, the ground shook violently.

Then, the two figures were like a high-speed train, pulling out violent gusts of wind and waves and colliding with each other under the gaze of the people around them.

The deafening roar, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, created visible rolling air waves.

Yuan Zhisheng was knocked back, and the blade pierced the ground and slid for more than ten meters before barely stopping, leaving two clear grooves. The hands holding the handle of the knife were already shaking uncontrollably, and the knuckles were cracked by the shock, which showed how great the impact was.

Fengjian Liuli was like a pounced tiger, bringing with her brutal and fierce gust of wind, not giving Yuan Zhisheng any chance to breathe.

Left horizontal cut, right horizontal cut, reverse blade cut, upper section cut, and robe cut, the essence of Japanese swordsmanship, as if ink was splashed freely and performed within the narrow range of several meters, the dense sword light filled every gap, as if to expel the air, bringing up a terrifying gust of wind.

What a fast speed!

Looking at the two people fighting, Inuyama He showed a trace of astonishment and surprise on his face.

You know, this is within the realm of "royal power".

With the weight being dozens of times heavier than his own, not only did the opponent's speed not decrease, even the swinging action did not show any deformation at all!

More importantly, Fengjian Liuli's suppressive power was obviously stronger. Her violent offensive was as suffocating as a storm. Yuan Zhisheng was suppressed and retreated step by step. However, in just a few breaths, many wounds appeared on his body. Blood flowers bloomed among the interweaving sword lights, bright and weird.

Listen, the tearing air and the whistling of blades, that is the roar of the evil ghost!

At this moment, the advantage of the super hybrid was displayed without reservation. No one could lock their eyes on Fengjian Liuli. He turned into a phantom while moving at high speed. Every time he slashed with his sword, it was so powerful that Yuan Zhisheng had to use all his strength to resist it.

Sparks flew when the blades collided, like fireworks blooming in midsummer.

If they were not holding alchemical weapons, they would have collapsed under the enormous force.

Fengjian Liuli drew his sword and chopped. Having completely transformed into an alien species, his strength was no longer something that ordinary people could match.

when!

The force was like a mountain collapsing, causing Yuan Zhiqi's blood to boil and he retreated again.

Taking advantage of the gap, Ruri Kazama stepped on the ground and, with the help of the explosive force, rushed forward like a cannonball, accompanied by a terrifying storm.

"Royal power!"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes shone with dazzling gold, royal blood flowed in his body, and the majesty of a king spread out.

The gravity falling on Fengjian Liuli increased dozens of times in an instant, causing a brief disconnect in his movements. Yuan Zhisheng seized this opportunity keenly and tightly grasped the ancient sword Spider Cut. The blade made a creaking sound, which was an infusion of extreme power.

The next moment, Yuan Zhisheng's figure suddenly disappeared, followed by a thunderous explosion.

Amid the howling wind, the broken rocks from the earth flew around like bullets, and the air seemed to be broken. The surging and burning fighting spirit in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes turned into blazing lava. With a ghost-like roar, he launched the strongest attack of his life.

“Brother! Brother! Brother!”

Fengjian Liuli also responded, exerting explosive force with her legs, causing the entire ground to collapse and cave in.

Rubble flew everywhere, his alien body that was not like a human was filled with cruel and brutal murderous intent. He swung the crimson blade, almost tearing out a sharp roar in the air. The extremely fast blade light brought with it a strong wind, and rushed forward like a raging wave.

boom! ! !

The violent collision of the two swords even created cracks in the surrounding ground.

As dazzling sparks flew, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his golden eyes suddenly dimmed a little, but Fengjian Liuli was not affected at all, and he clenched his fist and punched out with force.

The punch, which was powerful enough to shatter bronze, hit Yuan Zhisheng's abdomen solidly.

boom!

Yuan Zhisheng immediately flew backwards, and the ancient sword flew out of his hand, drawing an arc in the air.

"It's over, brother." Feng Jian Liuli had a trace of loneliness in her eyes. She held the long red sword and slowly walked towards Yuan Zhisheng: "But this time, the winner is me."

"Little Lord!"

"Childish!"

Sakura and Inuyama He were shocked and were about to help when they suddenly froze.

A man suddenly broke into this cruel and bloody battlefield. He was dressed like a ramen chef, which was somewhat out of place with the current scene.

Feng Jian Liuli was slightly stunned, looking at the ramen chef who suddenly appeared, feeling a little confused and a little ridiculous at the same time: "Hey, old man, did you go the wrong way?"

"I have made mistakes all my life, but this time I didn't make the mistake."

The ramen chef sighed, as if he had unspeakable sorrow, and said softly: "Fortunately, we finally caught up."

Hearing this, Feng Jian Liuli frowned. He felt an unprecedented pressure from the old man, and a tyrannical look appeared in his eyes: "Who are you?"

"I?"

The ramen chef chuckled and said, "I'm just a ramen chef passing by."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 302: Uesugi Yue: What should I do if my son doesn't obey me? Just give him a beating.

The life-and-death battle was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of the ramen chef, which made Kazama Ruri feel very unhappy.

His narrow and long vertical pupils revealed a chilling coldness. Under the stimulation of the potion, his dragon blood exceeded the critical blood limit, turning him into an extremely evil ghost. His emotions and reason became even more violent and cruel. His dazzling golden pupils revealed a terrifying sense of oppression.

Feeling the chill piercing into his bones and the terrifying oppression that seemed like an abyss, even Inuyama He was shocked.

Yuan Zhisheng, who fell to the ground seriously injured, took a deep breath and managed to get up.

The previous blow had already broken seven or eight of his ribs. Even with his mixed-blood physique, he would need to rest for a long time at least.

But now, there was obviously no time to rest. Yuan Zhisheng endured the severe pain, staggered to his feet again, looked at the ramen chef who was blocking the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, I don't know who you are, but... this is a matter between him and me, please don't interfere."

As he said this, he was about to go look for the ancient alchemical sword that had been knocked down and continue this brutal fight between brothers.

"Little Lord!"

Ying bit her lips lightly, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"The blood of the young girl is cursed."

Yuan Zhisheng bent down to pick up the fallen Spider Cutter, and after re-gripping the handle, he raised his hand to wipe the blood off his lips, with a trace of determination in his eyes: "It shouldn't remain in this world, and you and I are the last heirs of the royal blood. If we both die here, our fate will end, right?"

He had already made up his mind, since as the 'Supreme Emperor', he could not stop the 'Extremely Evil Demon'.

Then let him go to hell together!

It seemed that Fengjian Liuli saw some kind of will in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, and she couldn't help laughing towards the sky, so sarcastic and mocking.

"Ying, Master Inuyama, please listen carefully."