I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

—In reality, this young man, who hadn't even made a move yet, was stronger than he could perceive?

Such thoughts flashed through Duomu Yuanzhong's mind.

But he quickly rejected it.

Because the young man before them was definitely not at the level of a ghost or god; that was the only thing that could be confirmed.

But since they weren't at the level of demons or gods, nor were they the elites from the three major families of the present world that he remembered, the direct descendants of an ancient Onmyoji family, people related to the current Sword Saint, or the core disciples of the Grand Academy...

If that's the case, then what am I afraid of?

Aside from these true geniuses of the present world, there's no reason why anyone below the level of gods and demons in the present world could defeat the Five-Colored Guards.

Even though he was seriously injured in the previous battle, he was still able to figure out some of the young man's tactics.

—At worst, if we can't win, we can just escape the arena.

With this thought in mind, Duomu Yuanzhong gripped the sharp iron crutch in his hand again, mentally reviewed the hidden weapon once more, and revealed a ruthless smile once more.

Looking Uesugi Tetsuya up and down, who remained motionless, he thought to himself, "However, this young man's state of mind is much higher than the previous two. No matter what I say, he remains completely unmoved."

How old is he? Is he twenty or something...?

"Have you finished thinking about it?"

Uesugi Tetsuya stared at him calmly, his tone unwavering: "Have you thought about how you want to die?"

As soon as he said that, the half-star and one-star demons in the audience started to jeer again.

"Black Guard? I think he's just a coward!"

"You old maggot! You old maggot! You got scared by a pretty boy!"

"I could take on ten of these skinny guys!"

The two players inside the arena remained completely unaffected by such idle gossip.

But Uesugi Tetsu still felt it was a bit too noisy.

These noobs are so noisy, no matter what they say.

He took out the Prajna Mask from his backpack and hung it on the side facing the noisy little demons.

In an instant, the audience fell silent.

The little demons froze, as if they had lost their souls, and some even knelt down in complete submission.

Uesugi Tetsu nodded in satisfaction.

An audience member should act like an audience member.

It's one thing to argue, but if someone keeps giving unsolicited advice, even the most composed player will become dissatisfied.

Mototada's gaze was also drawn to the Hannya Mask.

"A Prajna mask imbued with the aura of demons and gods... his spoils of war?"

Silently, the cunning Hei Bei had already secretly retreated towards the edge of the arena, ready to leave at any moment.

Regardless of whether the young man killed Prajna himself, he had no chance of defeating Prajna head-on—this was evident from the lingering aura on the mask.

Before Duomu Yuanzhong could retreat more than a few steps, he suddenly realized that one of the forces supporting his body had disappeared, and his center of gravity had vanished.

Suddenly, the world spun around me.

It wasn't until the leaden-gray sky through the gaps in the ancient tree branches and leaves appeared in Duomu Yuanzhong's eyes that he realized he had fallen.

Hei Bei suddenly raised his head and discovered that his left leg had been separated from his body at some point, lying on the ground, gushing blood.

Duomu Mototada quickly sealed the wound with his internal energy, then looked at Uesugi Tetsuya, who was still standing there without moving, with undisguised astonishment.

when? !

When did he draw his sword?!

Uesugi Tetsu patted the hilt of his sword, speaking in a tone used to coax a child.

"Alright, alright, it's just a matter of suppressing your power. How could an old man withstand an eight-fold debuff from a single strike?"

Uesugi Tetsu followed the gaze, his eyes filled with pleasure.

"Don't accidentally kill this old bastard."

Duomu Mototada's breath hitched, and he finally realized that the gap in strength between the two was even greater than the chasm.

So it turns out... my previous guess was correct.

—In the audience, the samurai from the Edo period was startled and instinctively stood up from his soft rattan chair, his eyes wide with shock.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?! Which school's secret technique is it?!

Throughout the entire fight, he had been watching the two in the arena without blinking, yet he still couldn't figure out how the sword that broke Hei Bei's leg was delivered.

quick! too fast!

So fast you can't even see it!

With just this one sword strike, the samurai believed that the young men in the arena were already capable of becoming dojo masters.

"My lord, Duomu is dying."

Beneath the pale Noh mask, Shirobe's voice was hoarse.

"I know."

Hojo Ujiyasu lowered his gaze and let out a long sigh: "I never thought I would misjudge someone like that."

The restorer of the Hojo family closed his eyes and slammed his fan shut.

"The die is cast, and now it's up to Duomu Qing's fate."

Inside the arena, eighteen kinds of hidden weapons, dazzling Uesugi Tetsuya, shot out from the body of Mototada Domu, who was enveloped in a fierce aura.

The clanging and banging created quite a lively scene.

It's no use.

No matter what kind of poison a hidden weapon is coated with, it is meaningless if it cannot touch Uesugi Tetsu's physical body.

Under the command of the Spirit Control Technique, a terrifyingly powerful Qi cycle is formed by the interweaving of various Qi Sea attributes and pure spiritual power.

All sorts of hidden weapons that ordinary people would find difficult to defend against were easily blocked in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Instead, it was the sword light, unleashed by Uesugi Tetsu using the profound technique of the Mumei sword, that, though of little power, was full of mockery, and it kept falling on Tamaki Mototada.

Bloodstains bloomed on his aged skin.

"Tsk... Is there no other way?"

After feeling the pain from the faint sword light once again, Mototada realized that he couldn't continue like this.

In an instant, dust filled the air, obscuring Uesugi Tetsu's vision.

The suppressed inner energy within Duomu Yuanzhong erupted downwards, propelling him at incredible speed toward the edge of the arena.

"Want to escape?"

Then, his nose was crushed by a size 42 shoe sole that fell from the sky, and he was slammed back to the ground.

"Damn..."

Duomu Yuanzhong cursed angrily, with dark purple blood gushing from his mouth.

He immediately began to silently recite the incantation for the Blood Burning Secret Technique in his mind.

—The only option now is to fight to the death!

The next instant, Uesugi Tetsu noticed the abnormal fluctuations in Kurobe's aura.

He raised an eyebrow: "Trying to unleash your full power? Do you think this is a magical girl movie set?"

Uesugi Tetsu reached out, and the ordinary plain gun appeared out of nothingness in his hand.

The tip of the gun flashed a cold, sharp light in mid-air.

From top to bottom, from the top of his head to his hips, examine Mototada Doya—

split into two.

Boiling crimson blood sprayed into the air, then dripped down, only to be completely blocked from Uesugi Tetsuya's body by the circulating qi.

"In reality, no one will wait until you've transformed before making a move."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone and all the demons, Uesugi Tetsuya crushed half of Tamaki Mototada's head with a single kick.

Just like the old man had done at the beginning, he spat on the corpse and revealed the same mocking expression.

"That's it?"

Uesugi Tetsu looked up, puzzled, and asked, "What's the difference between this old geezer and the maggot I kicked to death on the roadside?"

The Hojo family's waiting area was deathly silent.

Hojo Ujiyasu gripped the fan tightly in his hand, his cold eyes surging with deep killing intent.

Behind him, Bai Bei remained silent, while the younger Qing Bei smiled, seemingly unaffected by Hei Bei's near-humiliating death.

"The second one, hurry up and come up."

Uesugi Tetsu glanced at a non-existent watch on his wrist and addressed the Hojo family members earnestly.

"I'm in a hurry."

"My lord, I shall go."

In the silence, Bai Bei's voice remained unchanged.

He took out a medicine jar from behind him and poured several glistening brown pills into his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Bei's slightly unstable aura stabilized, and he regained his full strength.

Just as Hojo Ujiyasu was about to tell him to leave, he heard Bai Bei's voice.

"If I go up, it will allow the lord to see the opponent's strength more clearly, so that he can play the corresponding cards."

The eyes beneath the Noh mask remained unmoved: "Victory is what we and our lord both crave, isn't it?"

Hojo Ujiyasu remained silent.

A moment later, he took out a small doll from his waist, tore off the white cloth from it, and handed it to Kasahara Yasukatsu.

"Kihara-sei, sign your name on it with your blood."

Without a second thought, Bai Bei bit his fingertip and wrote his name on the white cloth with flowing strokes.

Hojo Ujiyasu put away the white cloth and the doll, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He said softly,

"Kisahara-san, your military fortune is prosperous."

Bai Bei nodded deeply to him and walked into the arena, dragging his long, narrow kusarigama.

While Bai Bei was unaware, Uesugi Tetsu, standing in the arena, clearly saw what Hojo Ujiyasu had solemnly pulled out.

Substitute doll.

Judging from the almost identical style and white cloth, what the Hojo patriarch took out was undoubtedly a substitute doll.

"They really don't hold back when it comes to their subordinates," Uesugi Tetsu remarked.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this generosity that Hojo Ujiyasu was able to stand out among all the Hojo clan heads throughout history.

In the towering stands, samurai from the Edo period, who had witnessed hundreds or even thousands of life-or-death duels, held their breath.

He suddenly realized that there was going to be big news in the annual ring arena.

And not now, but at the moment when Hakubei was defeated and retreated, and the third member of the Hojo family was beheaded by this young man.

—【Three of the five Hojo clan members were completely defeated by an unknown young man?】

This is definitely a hot topic.

Having been in the City of Chaos for some time, the samurai had seen many people in the arena carrying strange devices and having started a [live stream].

[Live streaming] is said to be the best way to get people from all over the world to pay attention to this duel.

It's said that it's quite normal for hundreds or even thousands of people to watch this live stream.