Female Swordsman Training Dojo

Shiranui Ran casually unleashed a crescent-shaped energy blade, and all the azure light around her vanished, along with the heads of more than a dozen kappa and her own figure, leaving only a brief sentence: "Help me stop those kappa!"

"Ah...you really know how to order people around." Harunobu sighed and swung his sword, Asahita.

Thunder Breathing - First Form - Thunder Flash - 25-hit combo!

Twenty-five people... The kappa's head shoots skyward, below which are twenty-five small waterfalls.

The thunderous roar then spread out, startling all the newly multiplied kappa into a sudden pause, their faces showing fear.

"They're even conscious?" Harunobu looked at the red-haired fox not far away. With Nue's death, the black mist he released had completely disappeared. Therefore, Harunobu could see Yakumo Kurenai very clearly.

Hard.

"..."

"..."

Yakumo Hong bit the pipe in her mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her violently turbulent emotions. Then she coughed and pulled the pipe out of her mouth.

Damn it, has this guy never seen a woman before?

Gritting his teeth inwardly, the red-haired fox maintained a perfect facade, his gaze instantly landing on Katsura Taro's head at Harunobu's waist. Feigning surprise, he said, "You actually killed Katsura Taro? Are you really a samurai? Or did you not know the consequences of killing him? Even though he was one of ours…"

"Huh? Is he one of yours?" Harunobu interrupted Yakumo Kurenai with a look of surprise. "Then it seems we really made the right choice in killing him."

Yakumo Kurenai: "..."

She had to admit that the samurai in front of her had given her a surprise... and probably more than one.

"As for the consequences," Harunobu patted the head on his waist like he was slapping a watermelon, "the fox... oh, Lord Fire Demon should be able to handle it, right?"

That's why he kept his head; of course, the Special Higher Police should take the blame for such a high-ranking official.

No, what scapegoating? This is righteous divine retribution against a national traitor!

"It seems I really underestimated you. And since you've come, it means those two Suzuki brats have already failed, right?" Yakumo Kurenai lightly pinched her pipe, letting the rising smoke obscure her tense face, and casually started a conversation.

After all, judging from the current situation, it is clear that Taira no Harunobu had already reached a cooperation agreement with Shiranui Ran long ago. Therefore, Suzuki Ippei and Suzuki Ryuichi, who thought it was a diversionary tactic, have instead become fools who were divided and destroyed.

"You can go ask them in hell yourself; I'm willing to send you down there for free." Tough as he was, in formal settings, Little Head Dad couldn't wrest control from Big Head Son. Qingxin gazed at the alluring, hazy face behind the smoke and raised his light weapon.

This, however, caught Yakumo Kurenai's attention: "Hmm, interesting. It looks like an ordinary sword, yet it can harm Nue in its smoke form... Hey, is this sword for sale?"

"If you want it, come and take it yourself." Harunobu said, spinning around and slashing through the crowd of kappa who pounced on him, before charging towards Yakumo Kurenai.

Red Yakumo shook her head regretfully: "Looks like there's no chance—you did a great job, Ran."

The kappa that almost filled the surroundings suddenly began to dissipate, and Shiranui's blue figure appeared on the roof beam, her left hand's ninja sword piercing through a fox clay doll.

"Yakumo Kurenai, don't even think about it..."

Yakumo Kurenai interrupted Shiranui Ran: "Congratulations, Ran, you've successfully broken my seal and released the Western Demon Dragon. Enjoy it!"

Chapter 209

"Your achievement, of course. And you, you strange samurai, I look forward to hearing news of your successful dragon slaying."

The red-haired fox vanished from her spot, or rather, she had never been there at all; it was merely a projection of the barrier, an illusion. Therefore, she never made a move, and Shiranui Ran never attacked her either.

The fox clay doll, pierced by the ninja sword, let out a sharp laugh before disintegrating into a pile of fragments.

The floors of this luxurious villa were also reduced to dust.

A huge, ferocious head burst out from under it.

Inky black scales draped over the massive skull, outlining a terrifyingly majestic aura. Deep-set eye sockets held two dull yellow vertical pupils, exuding boundless cruelty. Scorching breath mixed with sparks erupted from two flat, black holes, stirring up dust and rubble, revealing the slightly open, gigantic jaws.

Sharp, massive teeth were lined up one after another in the enormous mouth, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine. In comparison, the dragon's tongue, with its horizontal barbs that resembled a long whip, was hardly noticeable.

“Miss Fox…” Harunobu looked at Shiranui Ran on the roof beam, “When did you betray us? Is it too late for me to join you now?”

Hearing Harunobu's teasing, Shiranui's pretty face under the blue mask flushed red, then turned pale, finally settling on the pitch black: "Yakumo! Kurenai!"

“You know what? I usually call your current state of impotent rage.” Harunobu habitually flicked his hand, looking at the silent dragon with only its head showing. “What do you think, Mr. Dragon?”

"..." After a moment of silence, Japanese with a heavy Western accent rang out: "You are strong, knight, and you are also strong, thief."

"I'm not a knight, but a samurai, though that doesn't really matter." Harunobu said with a grin, carrying his asaka. "But Mr. Dragon, that's not what you're talking about, is it?"

“Yes, samurai. But I don’t speak your language very well, so I hope you can be patient.” The dragon’s accent was still heavy, and its dark yellow vertical pupils swept over Harunobu and Shiranui Ran. “We can talk. I don’t want to fight strong people like you. Maybe we can make a deal.”

"What do you think of what he said, Miss Fox?" Harunobu looked at Shiranui Ran, who put the clay figurine fragments in her hand into her pocket and said to the dragon, "What do you want, and what can you give us?"

"Power," the dragon said. "I want to regain my strength and return to my homeland to fight my enemies. And I can give you my power so that you and your people can be freed from these weak bodies and possess the might of dragons."

Blood of the Demon Dragon.

Harunobu sized up the black dragon, wondering if the giant lizard genuinely believed that thing was a valuable artifact, or if it was treating them like fools. Harunobu hadn't forgotten what the mysterious priestess had said earlier: those who consumed the blood of the demonic dragon would have their souls devoured by the dragon.

Moreover, Harunobu naturally trusted the priestess more than the demon dragon.

Shiranui Ran maintained her cold tone and continued, "Specifically? How do you plan to restore your power, and how much power can you give us?"

The dragon's voice held a hint of pleasure: "I need flesh and blood, souls, from humans or magical beasts. For every ten, I can give you a portion of my power, enough to grant you the strength of a Grand Knight."

"Does it have to be a human or a magical beast?" Shiranui Ran frowned. "Wouldn't a low-level magical beast with only instincts be acceptable?"

“No, Fox,” the dragon blurted out in his native language, then switched back to heavily accented Japanese. “Those souls are too inferior; they’re of little use to me.”

“Then your exchange rate is too high, five to one.” Shiranui Ran sheathed her ninja sword behind her back, her tone no longer cold. “I need a lot.”

"No, it has to be at least eight to one, Fox. Don't be too greedy."

"Six to one."

"Seven to one."

"Five to one, but we can help you when you get your revenge."

"Hmm... six to one, but when I return to my hometown, you must give me one hundred great knights... or as you would say, great warriors."

"make a deal."

Shiranui Ran reached out her hand to the dragon, and the dragon rolled its eyes and slowly extended its left forepaw out of the hole in the ground.

Shiranui Blue's right hand, tightly wrapped in gloves, came into contact with a dragon's claw, which was larger than the entire fox. A hint of joy, and a touch of weariness, shone in the dragon's eyes.

Even a dragon would find it exhausting to engage in scheming and intrigue while still recovering from serious injuries.

Therefore, he didn't react immediately when Miss Fox's gloves started to glow.

Therefore, he was stabbed hard in the neck.

Man-eating lizard, die!

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Author's Note: I'm leaving for Dongguan at 9 AM and expect to arrive around 6 PM, getting back to my rented apartment by 8 PM. Hopefully, it goes as planned, then I can probably write another chapter. There's no way to write on the train; it's too noisy and stuffy. Anyway, this volume has already entered its final climax… Although I feel it's a bit lacking in excitement, that's just due to my limited writing skills and abilities. I hope everyone's experience isn't too bad. Finally, please vote! I've already dropped off the charts, sob sob.

Chapter 195: The Wrath of the Dragon

Amidst the bright light emanating from the Shiranui blue gloves, a silver blade, like a thread, pierced the neck of the massive dragon's head. Thunder roared, and the jet-black scales shattered, revealing the solid, bright red flesh and pale bones beneath.

Blood gushed out like a torrent, staining Qingxin's entire body crimson, leaving only his pair of clear black and white eyes burning fiercely.

Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form: Fire Thunder God!

Even now, this remains Harunobu's strongest killing move. It has almost no wind-up and is an explosive attack; the stronger one's physical abilities, the greater its destructive power. Harunobu's body, having undergone several enhancements, now unleashes the Fire and Thunder God Technique with speed and destructive power vastly different from before.

Ryuichi Suzuki was right; if Harunobu wanted to kill him, this one move would have been enough.

But this tactic is still a bit lacking when it comes to dealing with the demon dragon.

It's simple, the dragon is too big.

One of its claws was taller than Shiranui Ran's, large enough to accommodate both Harunobu and Shiranui Ran dancing inside. Its head was naturally even larger. The reason it stayed in the burrow was because its head had reached the maximum height this spacious mansion could accommodate.

The blade of the shallow-cut weapon is only 80 centimeters long, making it a deadly weapon against people of normal size and even some large monsters. However, against a behemoth like the dragon, this strike could only produce a small nick.

Okay, the cut was deep, even reaching the bone, but that didn't stop it from being just a minor injury for the dragon. It hurt, but it wasn't fatal.

"Roar!!!"

The dragon, writhing in pain, broke free from Shiranui Ran's trap and lunged at Harunobu and Shiranui Ran with its claws piercing the floor. The enormous claws obscured the bright white light, and Harunobu and Shiranui Ran quickly dodged, avoiding the dragon's claws. But this also meant the dragon had grasped solid ground.

The luxurious, neatly laid stone slabs were cracked by the dragon's black claws. The dragon forcefully emerged from the ground, smashing the extravagant crystal chandelier to pieces with its ferocious head, along with the broken ceiling, which crashed to the ground.

The expensive detached Western-style villa was turned into ruins in the blink of an eye. The freed dragon stretched out its wings and looked angrily at the two people standing in the ruins.

"You two wretched Jews—" the dragon roared in its native language, spewing scorching dragon breath, but after the intense heat subsided, all that remained was a floor that had almost become glassy.

Chapter 210

No results were achieved.

The shrine maiden's magical artifacts are as powerful as ever.

Harunobu assumed the stance of Hiraishogan, pointing the tip of his Asagi sword forward: "Just as we thought, this guy is still a spirit."

As an N-grade item, the Asahi-no-Tsurugi's sharpness is indeed quite poor, similar to the sword Harunobu used when he first fought Suzuki Doichi. That sword couldn't even pierce Suzuki Doichi's scales. Of course, that was because Harunobu's physical abilities and swordsmanship weren't up to par at the time. Now, even with that sword, he could easily defeat him—it's all about sheer strength.

But Harunobu didn't think his strength was great enough to fight a dragon with a sword of this level, let alone so easily cut into the dragon's flesh and blood, and almost cut off its neck bone.

But if the dragon in front of us is just a spirit, then it's quite reasonable for a shallow strike with a 10% damage increase effect against spirits to achieve this level of damage.

This aligns with their pre-planned assumptions: the corpse of a fully grown dragon could not possibly enter Tokyo silently, let alone enter Japan. But if it's just a soul, then there are many more ways they can manipulate things.

Shiranui Ran grunted, drew her ninja sword from her back, and her golden tail and ears shone with a golden light: "Then let's proceed according to plan and send him to his death!"

Having said that, the golden fox lady rushed out, her two short-handled ninja swords slicing into the dragon's left forepaw, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash. The golden fox was instantly stained red with blood.

The dragon, writhing in pain, swung its right claw with immense force and speed, leaving nothing in its path—not even planks or stones—that could hinder it, much less slow it down. Instead, everything in its path was swept up by its immense power, transforming into whistling bullets that hurtled towards Shiranui Blue.

Shiranui Blue was hit squarely! The ground was even dented by the impact.

But before the dragon could rejoice, a puff of smoke suddenly escaped from its right claw, and Shiranui Ran, appearing out of thin air, held two ninja swords upside down and forcefully stabbed them into its ferocious dragon head. Had the dragon not reacted in time and tilted its head, the two swords would have pierced its right eye.

Even so, the dragon, whose face was injured, couldn't help but let out a painful howl, and its right claw, which had just stopped, slammed into its own face again.

With a loud bang, Shiranui Ran flipped in mid-air and landed gracefully on the ground. Looking at the spot where she had been "crushed to death," half a broken wooden stake lay on the ground, blown into wood chips and scattered into the dust by the strong wind generated by the dragon's movements.

Ninja Art: Substitution Technique!

However, this move cannot be used casually. In addition to mana, it also requires casting materials. Shiranui Ran only had four on her, and now she has three left.

The dragon was badly injured, though the wounds were minor. If this continued, he would eventually bleed to death. The best course of action now was to use his flight advantage to escape and then return to kill these two despicable creatures, just like the Jews, once he had fully recovered.

But the burning rage within him made the dragon unable to accept the choice of slinking away.

Dragons cannot be insulted!

Besides, even if he escapes now, these two won't let him recover peacefully. They can find him once, and they might find him a second time. Then he might have to face more than just these two!

They must be killed now! His power must be proven with the blood of these two strong individuals! Only in this way can he avoid the endless pursuit of those greedy and shameless humans!

Having made up its mind, the dragon flapped its wings, creating a violent shockwave that stirred up the surrounding dust, revealing the figure of Shiranui Blue who had been hiding. With its limbs already off the ground, the dragon immediately lashed its thorny tail like a whip towards Shiranui Blue.

But just as the dragon's tail was extended, the booming thunder was already approaching. Haruno, having gathered its strength for so long, thrust straight towards the exposed chest and abdomen of the suspended dragon like a bullet. The dragon's powerful heartbeat guided its direction and location, while its formidable physique and Thunder Breathing provided it with speed and power.

No Outflow - Secret Technique - Fang Thrust!

The blade guided Harunobu through the barrier forged by sand and dust, past the hastily descending dragon claws, and pierced the demonic dragon's chest. The incredibly tough dragon scales should have been impenetrable to Asauchi, but its spiritual nature allowed Asauchi to pierce them easily. Not only could Asauchi injure spirits, but it also possessed additional power, revealing a lethality surpassing even that of a renowned sword.

The entire blade was submerged.

But Harunobu's expression suddenly turned unhappy.

Damn, is a dragon's heart really that far from its chest?

With a push off the scorching dragon's body, Qingxin leaped upwards, dodging the returning dragon claws, and incidentally leaving a longer, but much shallower, wound on the dragon's chest.

Covered in sticky dragon blood, Harunobu landed safely next to Shiranui Ran, somewhat annoyed: "This guy is too big, our weapons can't deliver a fatal blow."

“It is indeed too big. Our estimate was too conservative.” Shiranui Ran gripped her ninja sword, her two red-stained tails trembling unhappily. “But wasn’t this part of the plan? We’ll just bleed him out. I want to see if this Western dragon will die after all its blood is drained.”

“Strictly speaking, he’s already dead, since he’s a spirit,” Harunobu said. “By the way, why would a spirit have blood?”

"It's a long story, just think of it as the reason for the resurrection spell." As Shiranui Ran said this, she leaped high into the air, preparing to create a few more bleeding wounds on the dragon's body.

The dragon opened its terrifyingly large jaws, from which azure flames erupted.

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Author's note: I want to write 10,000 words a day, but I can't do it ╰（‵□′）╯ My urge-for-update tickets, sob sob sob